The Cowbear's Curvy Christmas (Curvy Bear Ranch 2) Read Free

teeth.
    “I like it rough,” she whispered as she tore his shirt open.
    He growled and reached to unbutton her pants. The tight confines of the cab hindered him to the point of frustration. Finally, he pulled her over his lap and yanked her jeans down. She turned her head to look back at him and winked salaciously.
    Matching red satin panties left little to the imagination. He ran his hand across her plump ass and gave it a little whack.
    She gasped as if shocked before murmuring, “I’ve been a bad girl, cowboy.”
    He smirked. “Don’t I know it?”
    She wiggled her ass. “I think I deserve a spanking.”
    He couldn’t agree with her more. Normally he didn’t slap women, but his bear was so strong that he couldn’t help himself. A flash of guilt raced through him the first time he spanked her ass, but when she moaned and ground her pussy against his lap, his bear quashed the guilt for him.
    She groaned as he smacked her ass a few more times. In the semidarkness, he couldn’t quite make out the depth of color on her cheeks, but he could feel their warmth. He stopped and caressed the backs of her thighs for a moment.
    She crawled back across his lap onto her knees. “I want to see you naked.”
    He unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down. They pooled at his ankles. He’d gone commando today. Sometimes his cock just didn’t want to be confined. Now he was glad he didn’t need to take anything else off.
    He’d hardly sat back up before her hand closed around his shaft. The breath whooshed from his chest at the sudden contact. The little vixen squeezed and slowly stroked her hand up and down.
    “You’re so big.”
    “Average.”
    “No, you have to be at least ten inches.”
    Her eyes shimmered with lust as she eyed his cock. He tried to relax, but everything was moving so fast. Normally he took his time and explored every inch of a woman’s body before having sex, but not tonight.
    As she straddled him, he couldn’t help but think that he’d never fucked a woman without at least knowing her real name. But as she slid down onto his cock, the truth didn’t matter. All that mattered was the slick, wet heat around his cock. She was tight. God, so tight.
    He clenched his teeth as she slid up and down. Her breasts brushed across his face as she bounced on his lap. Balls-deep and consumed by her passion, he fought the rising tide of pleasure. His bear wanted him to pound her harder, faster, deeper. He reined the animal in and slowed his pace.
    He clutched her hips. “Whoa.”
    “I’m not a horse,” she gasped.
    “No, you’re a fucking stallion.”
    She giggled and leaned forward to kiss him. Her sultry mouth dropped from his lips to the side of his neck. Just under his jaw, she found that ultra-sensitive spot that always turned him to jelly. He groaned. He yanked her hips down and ground his cock into her. She responded by clenching her body around him. His heart beat wildly as she nuzzled his neck.
    “Your cock is so big. It’s so deep. Oh, God.”
    “You’re so fucking hot.”
    “Want a different view?”
    “No, I love watching your breasts bounce.”
    “My ass bounces too.”
    He tried to hold back a whimper of need, but failed. She rose up, leaving his cock alone in the cold air. He already wanted to plunge back into her pussy, but this gave him the break he needed in order to regain control. He wasn’t going to come until she did. A woman always deserved to come first.
    He wasn’t sure how she did it, but she managed to turn around with her back to him. As she dropped back into his lap, her ass ground against his stomach. He squeezed her hips and brought her down until the tip of his cock pressed against her pussy lips.
    Since he’d never see her again, he didn’t mind taking her hard, deep, and without warning. As he yanked her down onto his cock, he pushed his hips up. His cock surged through her tight heat until he was in as deep as possible. She went crazy, riding him with abandon. He