STORY EXCERPT

He was tall, maybe six feet one inches, and the spurs on the back of his boots made faint jingling noises as he walked slowly toward the line of passengers, approaching the far end of their row first.

He opened a small burlap sack. “I want all your gold ingots and priceless gem-filled jewelry. Put it right here in this bag. Whatever you’ve got.”

The couple who’d been snuggled together in the coach watched wide eyed and expectant as he moved down the line, but didn’t make a move to put any spoils in the bandit’s sack. And the bandit didn’t press or threaten. He stared deeply into each face of the teenagers grumbling something under his breath, like, “This is the sorriest batch of victims I’ve ever seen in all my born days.”

His sexy drawl lit her imagination.

Just as her lips shaped in amusement, he looked directly at her. His piercing blue-eyed gaze above the kerchief hiding the lower part of his face sent a sudden and visceral tendril of lust down her body. What if the masked bandit kidnapped her and took her away to be his love slave? Would he tie her up? Would she scream in delight as he ravished her using that sexy drawl to entice her? Her inappropriate smile grew. Was this the lonesome cowboy she’d been searching for and fantasizing about?

“What are you grinning at, missy?” he asked, moving away from the middle of the line to stand before her.

She dropped the smile, but when he stepped into her personal space, towering over her, she stared back, unable to disguise her lust. His enticing scent wrapped around her. He didn’t smell of cologne or anything that could be found in the current day, but instead the scent of masculinity from a bygone era. Woodsmoke, leather, and clean manly sweat vied for attention and filled her nostrils, making Jocelyn a bit light-headed with inappropriate yearning and unfulfilled desire.

He stepped closer. “Hand over all your valuables, missy,” he demanded in a low, sexy voice. The deep tone made her nipples perk up and her clit twitch in long-neglected desire.

“I…I don’t have any valuables,” she whispered. Quickly licking her lips put his ardent focus directly on her mouth.

He grunted, then his pupils widened as if her answer, or maybe licking her lips, affected him at a deeper level. He leaned even closer. The red kerchief mask only an inch from her face. Their noses practically touched. She wanted to tug down that mask and lick him. A tremble ran down her body in anticipation of what might happen if she took such a bold action.

What was going on with her? She was never so affected by the opposite sex. Then again, she’d never been this close to a cowboy before. And this cowboy pushed her libido on its ass and sent it tumbling across the dusty trail she stood on. She wanted him. At the very least, she wanted a kiss. Which was a big, fat lie because she wanted more than just a smooch.

The thought of kissing this masked bandit—or better yet even more salacious contact—sent a pulse of juice straight from her pussy and directly into her panties. She breathed out a long sigh, ruffling the lower edge of his mask.

For as much as she wanted this stranger to kiss her silly, Jocelyn suspected he wouldn’t be allowed to given the nature of this amusement park. But she really wanted him to. Lowering her gaze to the edge of his mask, Jocelyn wondering what he’d do if she tugged it down and plastered his mouth with an exuberant public display of affection.

As if he read her lust-filled mind, the man hooked a finger into the mask on his cheek, pulled the kerchief down, revealing a ruggedly handsome face dusted with a day’s growth of whiskers, and said, “Then I guess I’ll have to steal a kiss instead.” And then he did, much to her elated shock.

Although, there was not much of a theft involved. His lips barely grazed hers. However one of the other bandits coughed loudly the moment their lips connected.

A wayward thought occurred to her and her grin resumed. She straightened. “I think you should give up your life of crime.”

His eyes narrowed in obvious surprise at her statement. A smile played around his lips. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” She nodded as if to give weight to her advice. “And I certainly don’t want to contribute to it.” His puzzled gaze focused on her mouth again. “To that end, you can’t steal what’s freely given.” She launched forward, and flung her arms around his neck.

“Wha—?”

Jocelyn didn’t let him finish his short question. Instead, she planted her lips hard on his, and pushed her tongue into the warmth of his mouth. He tasted deliciously of mint and coffee. At first he stiffened and grunted in surprise, but then the curl of his tongue around hers offered a relaxed and languorous second feeling. He leaned in, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, making the kiss deeper and easier for her to explore. He never once even attempted to stop her enthusiastic overture. He was the best kisser she’d ever had the pleasure of locking lips with.

Jocelyn got lost in the passionate spontaneous embrace. She forgot everyone and everything around her. The stagecoach disappeared, the other passengers were gone. She failed to recall where she was or even who she was as his lips moved expertly over hers and his tongue swirled and looped seductively in her mouth. The crotch of her panties was hopelessly saturated, but she didn’t care. Her mind filled with all manner of sexual positions she might coil herself around in with this perfect man.

After what must have been several long, breathless seconds, one of the other masked riders commented loudly, “Hey. We should get going before the sheriff gets here, don’t you think?” His tone was amused, even when he added shortly thereafter, “Oh, crap. Too late.”

ADULT EXCERPT

After her recent climax, she tasted like candy. He licked her. He jammed his tongue into her pussy over and over again. He sucked on her clit until he felt her next climax was within reach before he stopped.

He climbed back up to kiss her on the mouth. “Can you taste yourself on my lips?”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

“Like it?”

“I like the taste of your cock better.” Her tone was a bit uppity, but he was pleased with what she said.

“You weren’t about to come, were you?”

“Almost.”

“But you won’t come again until I tell you that you’re allowed to, right?”

“I…um…right,” she acquiesced.

“Good.” Logan’s heart flipped over in his chest. He could tell she’d really wanted to argue, but she held it together. His lust level grew. “I’ll go back to eating your pussy then. But don’t come until I give you permission.” She remained silent.

He resumed sucking on her clit. She writhed and bucked with each tug of suction. When he reached up and pinched her nipples, she shuddered and gyrated her hips even harder. He pushed. She quaked. She had to be on the very edge. He knew he was.

Logan stopped. She breathed out a sigh as if relieved. He grinned. She was perfect. Trying so hard to please him. Now another test of trust.

“Turn over,” he commanded.

Her head lifted. Her mouth opened, but then closed when she saw what must be complete determination in his eyes. Keeping the manacles in her view, she shifted to her side and then flipped over to her belly. She had a beautiful body. Perfectly sized breasts, not too big or too small. Her hips were rounded nicely and she had the most beautiful ass in five counties.

Logan grabbed his cock and squeezed, trying to keep the unruly beast tamed for a bit longer. He moved in behind her, rubbing his hands over her smooth, soft ass cheeks.

He crawled closer, and pulled her to her knees so that her ass was now up in the air. She rested her weight on her forearms, and the chain on her manacles rattled.

Reaching around to push his fingers into her pussy, Logan flicked her clit a few times. He reached up and played with her nipples. She rocked backward.

While one part of him wanted to make this last, another part didn’t want to scare her off. Once he climaxed, round two would be over. Just saying the word climaxed in his mind made his cock pulse.

He glanced down at her perfect ass, wishing he’d asked about her thoughts on anal sex. Now was not the time to bring that up. He truly wanted to spank her, too, but that hadn’t been discussed earlier either, and even now Logan knew he wanted there to be a next time.

With his rigid cock pressed against the back of her thigh, Logan bent over and kissed the center of her back. He ran his hands up and down her body slowly, feeling her soft skin against his palms, trying to temper his wild lust for her. She was tied down, ass in the air and bared for the taking, and all he could think about was wanting her again and again.

He slid two fingers into her pussy, and gathered lots of her juice on his fingers. He then centered himself and pushed his cock into the entrance of her hot, wet pussy. He was on the edge of release. She was exquisitely tight and made holding off all the more difficult.

“I’m about to do something you won’t expect,” he said. “Try to relax.” He pushed one finger into her rosette. As expected, she tightened her rear hole. He rubbed her ass cheek. “Let me in.” He waited to hear her safe word, but it never came.

Instead, she pushed out a long breath and unclenched her ass. He inserted his finger slowly, but as deeply as it would go. Fuck. Her ass was hot and tight, too.

Logan used his free hand to reach around and finger her clit. He felt her pussy clamp down on him.

“Don’t come yet,” he commanded. “Not until I tell you to.” Which won’t be long because you make me lose what little control I possess.

She sucked in a breath this time, exhaled, and stilled.

“Good girl.” Logan thrust his cock deeply and then retreated. His legs shook with the need to release, but he held fast. He moved his finger in and out of her ass a couple of times. She stiffened each time, but didn’t protest or scream the safe word. So he pushed both wet fingers into her ass. She tensed and pushed out a loud breath of surprise.

He continued thrusting his cock inside her pussy. His finger had slipped off of her clit, but now slid back in place. She shifted and writhed when he started stroking her in earnest.

“I’m so close,” she said, almost whimpering.

“Don’t come until I tell you to, or I’ll punish you.”

She stiffened the moment he said the word punish. Which he expected her to do.

“Punish?” she asked in a breathy whisper.

Logan was less than seven strokes away from likely the best sex he’d had in forever and all he could think about now was smacking her bare butt cheek with his palm if she disobeyed him.

His hips surged forward, his cock going deep. The climax he’d been holding back wanted to introduce itself. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Jocelyn…” he started. Logan was about to give her permission to release, when she shrieked.