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WHAT HIS COWBOYS WANT Sunset Cowboys #1
Three
cowboys. Three relationships. Three ideas of what truly gets them off. Can
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4 STARS: "Trace has to choose between Cord and Slyor does he? This short story is full of erotic scenes. It involves m/m/m and BDSM. This is not for the faint of heart, but this little story sure packs a punch. The pool scene itself makes this story incredibly hot." -- Stephanie Rollins, BookreviesRus 4 ANGELS: "I found Sunset Cowboys 1: What His Cowboys Want totally captivating. I could not believe how much love Tonya Ramagos managed to pack into such a short story. Not only was the sex HAWT, especially the scene between Cord and Sly, but the premise of the story was well thought out and put together. I truly enjoyed this story and wish it was longer. I will definitely pick up other books by Ms. Ramagos." -- Nickie R., Fallen Angel Reviews 4 CHERRIES: "I really felt connected to this story, and wanted everyone to find their happy endings. I definitely wasn't disappointed with this offering by Ms. Ramagos. She'll stay on my auto-buy list for a long time. If you like to read about gorgeous hunks and steamy sex, then this is the book for you." -- Statice, Whipped Cream Reviews |
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ADULT EXCERPT “That was, Christ, my knees are weak.” Trace did smile then as his hand came to rest on Sam's shoulder for support. “I don't think you've ever sucked me off like that.” Sam turned serious. “Does it bother you that I had a little added excitement to make it happen?” “Are you kidding? Watching the two of you is nearly as satisfying as that blowjob you just gave me.” “Satisfying enough to reward our Sam for his good behavior?” Cord asked and Sam's heart skipped and tripped and damned near raced out of his chest. Trace's other hand came around Cord's neck and Sam saw Trace's fingers lightly caressing the other man's skin. It made him want to feel that gentleness, too, made him want to give it. He didn't ask permission. With Trace, he didn't need it. He hooked a hand around Trace's neck and pulled the man in for a sweet, tender kiss that soothed his needs even as it heightened the ache in his cock. Cord didn't interfere but waited until Sam pulled back before he spoke. “Trace, will you suck Sam's cock while I fuck him?” Trace moaned, a low rumble of agreement. Sam saw Cord's phrasing pleased Trace, too. Cord asked Trace, not told him. Yes, this would work between the three of them. It would work exceptionally well. “Only if I can fuck you next.” The intently serious and thoroughly heated look Trace gave Cord made Sam moan. “We should probably get out of the pool for this one,” Sam suggested. “Maybe head for the house.” They made it as far as the lounge chair at the poolside before Cord attacked Sam from behind. Cord reached around Sam, catching his throbbing cock in his calloused hand and holding on as if Sam's cock were the only thing keeping Cord on top a bucking bull. Sam cried out from the pained pleasure. Explosions of glorious white-hot ecstasy sparked in his vision as Cord guided him to sit on his knees on the lounge chair. His gaze met Trace's and he was surprised to see not concern in Trace's eyes but happiness and a wicked smile on his lips. He enjoyed seeing Sam in this position, venerable to Cord's command. “I'm ready when you are, sweetie,” Cord told Trace over Sam's shoulder. Trace nodded, brushed a tender kiss to Sam's lips and then lay down on his side on the lounge chair, effectively putting his mouth dead level with Sam's cock. Sam felt Cord's dick pushing at his back entrance but Cord didn't thrust inside until Trace took Sam's cock in his mouth. Pain made Sam cry out. Pleasure made him rock back on Cord's dick, taking each viciously rapid thrust faster and harder. Ecstasy made him shudder in Trace's mouth, his balls gripping between his legs like vises, the orgasm but a thought away. Everything stilled when Cord's heated breath whispered in his ear. “Did you ask permission to come, slave?” Sam shook his head, unable to speak. A hard pinch to his ass cheek and an even firmer squeeze to his balls jerked the word from him. “No. No, Master. May I please come?” “Trace, are you ready for Sam to come for us?” Cord continued to squeeze as Sam's balls, even as he relentlessly thrust in Sam's ass, even as Trace continued to suck and blow and torment Sam's cock. Sam bit his lip, almost breaking the skin, in his effort to hold back the explosion building in his cock. It felt like an eternity before Trace answered and even then it wasn't with a word. The other man gave a thumbs up. Sam saw it through the crack in his heavy lidded eyes and tried not to sigh with relief. If he did, Cord would no doubt deny his release longer simply to antagonize and torture Sam. “Slave?” Cord made the name a question. Sam managed to speak but barely. The bastard intended to draw this out as long as possible anyway. Damn Cord! And damn himself for getting such a demonic thrill out of this whole submission thing. “Yes, Master?” “You may come when you're ready, Sam.” Sam stopped fighting. The come jutted from his cock into Trace's mouth with such rocketing force Sam actually screamed with it. His body shook, his head spun, his muscles ceased and all the while Cord fucked him. It was a primal orgasm, an animalistic mating and, when Cord joined him seconds later, Sam thought he might die from the pleasure. |
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