Ride A Cowboy: Romance Novel

by Jamila Jasper

  The water came from a hot springs nearby. Steel hoisted his body in the massive porcelain tub, sighing with pleasure. He watched Aja undress. Pregnancy suited her body, making her soft and warm all over. Her breasts had swelled, their blackberry colored nipples fitting perfectly inside his mouth. The weight she’d put on only enhanced her curves, with none more pronounced than the rich swell of her belly. Steel could hardly believe she was his woman. His child was growing inside her fertile womb, and his seed had put it there. Several times he had tried to guess when they might have conceived. But it was hard to tell. Since moving to Texas they had been so relieved to put Boyd behind them they’d hardly left the bed, taking delight in each other’s arms as much as they delighted in their new life together.

  Aja’s dark skin highlighted his bronze tan as she climbed carefully into the tub. Steel fit her easily in front of him, his hands rising to cup her large breasts. He thumbed her nipples idly.

  “So, Aja Gray,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “How do you feel today?”

  Aja smiled. Steel asked her that question every morning.

  “I don’t know. Alright, I guess. I’m a little tired.”

  “Mmm,” said Steel. He sighed. “I have some news.”

  Aja sat up a little. “What’s up?”

  “I gotta go to Elaine’s tomorrow. There’s a big cattle sale and inspection. Might take two days, so I’ll have to overnight.”

  Aja felt cold. Elaine Jemson was a blonde, blue-eyed country belle with a hefty bosom and an even bigger behind. She liked ranching just as much as Steel did, and was very good at it. She also liked flirting with other people’s husbands. She was good at that as well. Aja had caught the woman eyeing Steel before in that way, making every excuse to touch him. The woman managed to turn into a total klutz when Steel was around. When she wasn’t tripping over everything she was fussing and preening and bending over like a pigeon. Aja had tried to befriend the woman, but it was clear Elaine’s interest in the Gray family centered around one person only.

  Aja wasn’t sure that Steel didn’t like the attention, either. He was a man, after all, and Elaine was very beautiful. Besides, with Aja’s pregnancy advancing, maybe he wanted to look for pleasure somewhere else. Handsome as he was, he was certainly capable of having any woman in the tightly-knit Texas community, whether they were married or not.

  “I see,” Aja said shortly.

  Steel was privately amused at her tone. She was clearly jealous, but too proud to show it. He squeezed her against him hard, making her squeal. His teeth nipped her ear.

  “Jealous?” he whispered, feeling her shiver beneath him. Her nipples stiffened in the soapy water.

  “No,” Aja retorted. Steel’s big, strong hands massaged her tits, weighing them. “They’ve swollen,” he observed. “Pregnancy suits you.”

  Aja tried to squirm away from him. She was still a little piqued- he knew she was jealous, but did nothing to assuage her concerns. As usual, Steel wanted to make light of everything!

  His arms held her fast to his hard body, preventing her escape. Aja could feel his cock stiffening against her ass. He couldn’t win her like this!

  But as his ministrations became more insistent, Aja felt herself yielding to him, her body slackening against his. His fingers delved lower to the soft skin of her pussy. His mouth never left her throat. One hand held her firm against him.

  “Are you jealous?” he asked her again.

  Aja shook her head. He began to fuck one finger into her pussy. “Don’t lie,” he whispered. “I want you to say it.”

  “Unhh..I’m jealous,” Aja admitted in a whimper. “I-I’m jealous.”

  “You’re so wet,” he murmured. “Wet for me.”

  Suddenly he leaned back, withdrawing his fingers from her, resting his elbows on the edge of the tub. Aja was caught off guard; was he really going to leave her unsatisfied!?

  Steel closed his eyes, pretending to be relaxing. He cracked one open to a slit and caught Aja’s glare. He tried to fight off a grin, and failed.

  Suddenly he launched himself at her, water exploding around them. Aja shrieked; he lifted her up out of the water and carried her to the bed.

  “We’re soaking wet!” she protested, but he didn’t care. He dumped her on the bed, and by the time his big body had followed her, they were both laughing in earnest.

  Aja’s stomach was still small, the bump no bigger than a soccer ball between them. Steel lay on his side next to her and stroked it with his palm. In the low light from the storm outside, his eyes glowed like crystals of blue flame.

  “Don’t be jealous,” he said finally. “You’re the only woman for me. The only woman I need.”

  He moved over her and brought his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. Aja opened her mouth to receive him, her little tongue darting against his. The kiss deepened passionately. Even with the water droplets drying on her skin, Aja felt hot, hotter than fire. Steel’s kisses grew more insistent, and he dropped his head lower to suckle gently at her breasts. They stiffened in his mouth like little buds, and he brought them up gently with his teeth, lapped at them softly with his tongue. His fingers worked her all the while, delving inside her softly parting thighs to find the sweet cream slicking against her walls. He made her wetter with his hands and then with his tongue. He plied her depths, sucking at her clit until the storm inside her burst in a shower of stars and fire. Aja arched her back, her hands pushing his curly gold head downward, begging him wordlessly to continue.

  This time, he wouldn’t stop.

  As if sensing his unspoken command, Aja got to her knees on the bed, ass sticking in the air. She took his length into her mouth. Her head bobbed on his cock; she needed no direction. Steel had taught her how he liked her to suck him off, and Aja was an apt student. Spit coated and bubbled over his dick. He slid into her mouth to the back of her throat, until she had taken him to the hilt. His balls slapping her chin with every stroke, Steel leaned back on his elbows to watch his black queen work for his orgasm. She stroked his cock with her mouth. It twitched and jumped inside her velvelty oral walls. Her tongue lapped at the sensitive head, and her mouth came down over the shaft so he was really and truly plowing into her throat. Aja’s wet and warm mouth was all the heaven he needed. “Good girl,” Steel groaned. She took his velvety balls in her mouth next, her brown eyes flicking up at him, wide and sensuous. Aja could feel the veins in his dick swelling as he mouth-fucked her, his balls tightening up against the shaft as Steel readied to blow his load down her throat..

  With all the strength he had, Steel held back from cumming down Aja’s pretty throat and coating her face with his seed. Though she was pregnant already, he still liked pumping her full of cum. He would fuck her senseless every day that he could, as he had already been doing.

  “Lie on your back,” he whispered, authority in his voice. Aja complied willingly. She would always do as he said when they were in bed; she liked when he took command of her. She liked how he could bring her to unbelievable of heights of pleasure with a word, by taking control of her body and riding her into places she’d never even dreamed of.

  He dropped his mouth to her pussy again, lapping at the sweet and salty cream dripping from her pussy. Steel’s mouth made love to her for a while, but he still craved a greater release that only her inner wetness could give him.

  Steel rubbed his cock in her juices. He coated the head of his shaft; he liked to be slick when he first slid into her, so he could go all the way and hear the little moan escape her lips. Aja’s pussy was tight and wet, clamping around his dick like a vise. It took a few strokes to open her up completely, but then once he did it was sweet and felt amazing. Ever since she’d gotten pregnant her pussy felt eleven degrees hotter. It made him want to cum in an instant, but Steel liked taking his time. Aja had her own needs- and he was happy to fulfill them.

  He began to slide into her pussy. His cock throbbed heavily inside her. Aja moaned and arched her back, angling him deeper
and deeper. His cock, coated with her saliva and her pussy juices, made an easy entry. He held her at the base of his dick, driving it deep inside her so she could feel the full weight and girth of him. He stretched her pussy to accommodate his massive tool. No other man could satisfy her after Steel had claimed her, and Aja wanted no other man but Steel. He levered his hips, pumping into her steamy wetness slowly. Sometimes he did it this way: with forceful, rhythmic thrusts that reached her cervix and drove her into fits.

  “Steel,” Aja gasped as he increased his pace, hitting her most sensitive spots. A torrent of pleasure flooded her loins. He rode her well, her pussy gripping on his cock as if she were trying to milk it again. Maybe she was. She wanted him to spatter her insides with his seed, or maybe shoot it on her ass- and then finally swallow it all. When Steel held her like this, when he had her cumming on his dick, Aja’s mind turned to water and her breasts and pussy went up in flames of ecstasy. She was his woman, and he was her man. They fit together perfectly, locked in a dance of passion older than themselves; older than time.

  Bucking over her, Steel withdrew his tumescent love muscle and watched Aja squirm and beg for release. She wanted him to fill her again. She wanted him to keep fucking her as he had. Steel smiled at his beautiful wife and told her to get on her knees. This was his favorite position; Aja knew.

  “You’re the only one for me,” he told her. “Only your pussy. You’re mine. I don’t give a fuck about anyone else, babe.”

  “I know,” Aja moaned. She knew she’d been wrong to doubt him. Every time he rose her to orgasm he laid claim to her whole body. He was her Steel, he was her fire and thunder. She wanted no one else. No one else could satisfy her like he did.

  “Spread it open for me, baby,” he murmured. Aja’s manicured hands grasped both of her ass cheeks and spread them apart. Her dripping pussy and tiny chocolate asshole were like two treasures. Steel buried his face in her ass, running his tongue up and down the length of it. Her asshole was tiny and puckered with her arousal; Steel sucked on it greedily, returning to her aching pussy when she began to shake.

  He slapped her ass. “Arch your back. I want to see you take the whole thing.”

  She did as he said, gasping quietly when he slid his member back inside her. Steel took a moment to admire Aja’s ass, which, with the pregnancy weight, was bigger and juicier than ever. Aja was such a beautiful thick woman; he loved every hill and curve of her body, but he especially loved her ass. He fucked her slowly, one hand clamping on the jiggling flesh of her backside, the other twisting gently in her hair. He drove her body down the length of his cock, fucking into her with aching precision.

  “Can I touch myself?” she begged.

  “Yes baby,” he murmured. “Cum on my dick. Make a mess.”

  “Steel, uhnn...come inside me.”

  “Not yet, sweet,” he whispered, his hand wrapping around her throat with agonizing gentleness. He pulled her up, still impaled on his cock, so her soft throat was against his lips. Then he bit her hard. She shrieked in surprise, but the next moment he had covered the spot with a feathery kiss. This was how they played at love together, hot fire and freezing ice, with pleasure and with pain. Once, Steel had bent Aja over his knee and spanked her until she was wet and sobbing, begging for more. Her ass had been sore for two days, but the orgasm he gave her with his fingers, his tongue and then his cock had left her glowing for a week. He liked keeping her primed and ready for him, and Aja liked when he rose suddenly to claim her.

  Her ass rode his cock expertly- the other reason that Steel liked this position was that he could watch the frothy cream slathering over his dick. Aja’s pussy was wet and steamy, and hot, hotter than he could believe. It was perfect for taking his cum, and he intended to deposit two loads in her before he was finished.

  The first one was boiling up from his balls already, and this time he let it shoot inside Aja’s willing and needy passage. She cried out in orgasm, shaking all along the length of his cock, but Steel held her fast there and drove into her, forcing his sizeable load deeper into her body, where it belonged. Aja was crying and calling his name, overtaken by the maelstrom of pleasure that ripped through her. But when she turned over, her eyes wet and dark with need, Steel knew that she still wasn’t finished. She wanted more, and so did he. He watched her fingers slide down to her sopping pussy.

  “Greedy girl,” he muttered approvingly. He moved up over her so she could clean his cock off while she touched herself. Her tongue slid over his length, slurping at their combined juices. Steel liked to keep his woman well fed.

  “Keep touching your pussy,” he instructed, and began stroking his own heavy cock over her. Aja looked up at Steel Gray, her husband, her lover. Every inch of him was roped in muscle. He’d lost weight since coming to Texas, but it only made him harder, more packed with muscle. Leaning over her with his hair a cloud of burnished gold, his eyes flashing like two blue chips of ice, he looked like a Greek god. He could have been carved in marble by a sculptor’s hand. The tool he stroked between his legs brought Aja pleasure like nothing else in the world. It was responsible for the life growing inside her womb right now, and she expected to ripen with his seed again and again in the future. They would live in comfort for the rest of their lives, and he would breed her fertile womb as long as they saw fit. Aja felt herself dampen with desire even more, the cum on her fingers working as lube for her needy clit. She stroked herself to orgasm as Steel watched, his gaze triumphant and loving. Squirming and mewling under him, her enormous dusky breasts splayed over her chest, she was the vision of beauty and womanhood. He groped one of her massive tits, feeling its weight with his hands. Christ. He wanted to take her again.

  Steel groaned as he slid back into her. The tip of his dick was still sensitive. But he would move for her again. He stroked her slowly, thrusting. Her pussy cradled him. It drew his body down over hers. He leaned his weight on his forearms. The rhythm he kept had Aja gasping in shock and pleasure. He increased his speed, driving into her with abandon. Aja couldn’t think straight. Nothing kept her afloat but the furious thrusts of Steel’s cock, and finally it broke over her like a tsunami, driving all thought and reason and function from her mind.

  ***

  They lay in bed together afterward, the sounds of the storm breaking over their heads. Steel grinned; Aja was asleep already. She looked like a goddess when she slept, her hair unbrushed and tangled, one hand resting on her face. Her eyes were closed. The impossibly long lashes- one of the first things he’d noticed when they met- brushed against her cheeks. Her cherubic face was so still and peaceful. But Steel knew that it hid an inner strength. An aggression, a drive that no one could stamp out. No matter what Aja had been through, she always managed to bounce back. She was a strong black woman, but she had her weaknesses too, and Steel Gray loved both her strength and her fragility.

  He thought about everything that had happened in the past year. At Grandpa Buck’s funeral, Aja had been very composed. It was harder on the boys- no matter what, they had loved poor old Buck fiercely, and it was hard to reconcile how he had gone out. His death had been terrible, but as Aja had confided in Steel later, she’d known such an extraordinary man couldn’t have had an ordinary death. They gave him an extravagant funeral, the likes of which had never been seen in Boyd. People from all over flocked to attend. Some came all the way from Washitaw. Black folks and white folks; even a few Cherokee. And Buck was interred with his beloved Sara, and their daughter Mamie, at last. Aja commissioned a sculpture to be erected over the site. It was engraved with the following quote:

  For the Lord takes delight in his people; he crowns the humble with salvation. - Psalm 149:4.

  Then they had sold the Robinson land. Carson had been angry about the destruction of the Tucker House, but he admitted that the fires hadn’t been their fault. He was much angrier when the Will came out, to find that two thirds of his inheritance now belonged to the same family he’d told his cousin to avoid at all costs.
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  Yet Fiona Tucker’s Will was clear, and her wishes were fulfilled. Aja found herself the heir to a sizeable fortune, and Steel felt it was time to bring his own inheritance up to her. They had laughed and held each other, content that the rest of their lives would be lived in modest comfort. All three of Aja’s brothers- well, her brothers and Drew, her son- could go to college with no expenses spared, with enough left over for any children she and Steel might have.

  Aja came clean to Drew

  Boyd became a distant memory. In time, the only thing Aja liked to remember about it was her beloved grandfather and mother, and the ageless blue mountains that kept watch over them all.

  To Arc Readers

  Thank you very much for agreeing to read this book. I very much enjoyed my advanced reviewers and appreciate you more than you know.

  I’ll be messaging you soon, letting you know when this book is available for you to review.

  I would really appreciate if you left a review for this book once it is available and I really hope you enjoyed it!

  Best Wishes,

  Jamila Jasper