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me not to look, not to touch…
    I believe I gasped, and I know my jaw dropped in amazement. His handsome face, incredible eyes, and terrific body had already rendered him irresistible. The addition of a fabulous dick—thick and long with a tight, shiny head—created a truly lethal combination. All I could do was stare, breathlessly waiting to see what he would do next.
    Pulsing his cock, he pumped out rivers of pre-come that poured over the head and down the shaft like hot fudge over vanilla ice cream. With a wicked smirk, he slid his fingertips up and down the shaft. “Want a ride?”
    I let out a pent-up breath as my tongue swept involuntarily over my lips. I’d never dreamed anything like this would happen when I picked him up—would’ve bet money he was too exhausted for any funny business—which only goes to show how much a sandwich, a bottle of water, and air-conditioning will do for a guy. Not to mention a place to sit down and rest.
    Or some strong incentive.
    He obviously wanted a ride to the rodeo badly enough to sell himself for it—and to me, of all people. I had to be at least ten years his senior, and I probably outweighed him—although he was a good bit taller than me. Perhaps he was heavier than he looked.
    Not having enough spit in my mouth to lick a stamp, I swallowed with a great deal of difficulty.
    â€œMaybe you’d rather have a drink.” His voice was a seductive purr as he pumped out more fluid. “You look a little on the dry side.”
    My hand flew to my lips, and I tried to swallow again but couldn’t. Every ounce of excess fluid in my body had gone south, along with my reason. I couldn’t help it. Powerless to resist and ignoring the protests of my normally reasonable brain, I leaned forward and kissed his cockhead, sliding my tongue over the slick surface while inhaling his intoxicating scent. Salty to the taste and smooth as silk to the touch, he robbed me of every inhibition I had. I went down on his cock, capturing as much as I could inside my hungry mouth.
    Laughing softly, he stretched out his right leg and jacked off his boot using the stick for the four-wheel drive. Then he slid his leg out of his jeans. “Maybe you’d like some ass too.” Raising his leg, he pushed me away with a foot on my shoulder before bracing it against the seat to flip himself over onto his knees.
    Damn. Somehow, this man—this stranger—seemed to know my every weakness. His tight cheeks waved back and forth in front of my face as an orgasm struck, doubling me over. Falling forward, I kissed his sweet buns, giving myself sufficient recovery time to move on to lick his succulent balls.
    He’d certainly chosen the right currency. For a little more of this, I’d have driven him all the way to California, given him my truck, hitchhiked my way back home, and considered myself the lucky one. I devoured him, licking my way underneath him before turning onto my back. His tasty cock dangled above my waiting lips.
    â€œFuck me in the mouth,” I whispered. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
    â€œHow far is it to Jackson Hole from here?” Groaning, he slid his thick head past my parted lips. How in the world he thought I was supposed to answer him, I have no idea. I couldn’t possibly be expected to carry on a conversation with a cock that size in my mouth.
    â€œNot that it matters,” he went on. “I’ll fuck you every twenty miles and twice when we get there. You can have it any way you want.”
    Giggling around his penis, I pushed it aside on the upstroke. “You are such a slut.”
    â€œYeah. Doncha just love a slutty cowboy?” He came down on me again, sliding his wet cock across my cheek. “And you’re just the kind of sweet little woman that brings out the man-whore in me. As cute and round as a robin, with big, brown eyes and long, dark braids like an Apache maiden.”