The Love Goddess Brands Her Cowboys
body. Bare pecs and muscular arms to washboard abs, she bet she could bounce a diamond off of him. 
    A sprinkle of hair whirled around his navel to dip into his low slung jeans.  He grinned and unsnapped his pants and let them drop to the ground. As he stepped out of them, she let out a squeak when he popped out hard and throbbing in front of her eyes.  His gorgeous, hard cock was staring at her, waiting for her to minister to it.
    She could barely breathe as he grabbed the end of the blanket that lay underneath her and pulled it out from under her body. She felt a rush of heat, then the feel of a cool, silky sheet. She had wiggled as he’d pulled the blanket against her skin and her sensitive ass seemed to send sensations up and down and throughout her body. Everything he did was pure sex. He sat down beside her and played with her breasts, squeezing her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, still smiling, his eyes glowing brighter. It was too bad he was under her spell. Men never thought she was that attractive, really. They just wanted her powers.  Pitiful that this handsome human was responding to her magic rather than finding her attractive on his own. She wouldn’t think about that now.
    “Sweet,” he said, and he ducked his head, falling over her body to take one of her nipples into his mouth, driving her wild when he maneuvered it between his teeth. “Sweet,” he repeated as he kissed her neck and took her lips again, his body weight so delicious and erotic over her untouched self. As their tongues sparred, he rolled his cock back and forth across her pussy, touching her clit. She let out a cry into his mouth and heard a laughing sound from his throat. This was delightful. This was perfect. This was going to be everything her mother had told her it would be. Maybe more.
    She wanted to explore his body. The moment he lifted his lips, she said, “Chad, can I touch you?”
    “Are you kidding?” He laughed.  She stared into his eyes. He looked besotted and it turned her on all the more. “Touch me as much as you like and anywhere you want.” He rolled off of her to lie on his back, a wicked grin across his handsome face. She noticed a dimple in one cheek and sighed. He’s so cute! She felt her breathing quicken as she ran her hands over his chest, his flat abs, his…she had seen many naked men before. On The Golden Planet of Venus the occupants were fine with nudity and walked around that way. She swallowed hard. She had never seen such a fine, large, thick cock before. Ever. 
    “Did you…did you have surgery?” she asked, her voice coming out hoarse as she looked at his cock. 
    “Just touch it, babe.”
    “Did you have surgery on it? Enhancement surgery?”
    He laughed and lifted his head for a moment. “Are you teasing me?”
    She felt her face growing hot. Of course he hadn’t. His aura told her that this was all him. “Yes, I was teasing you.  I…it’s magnificent and, yes, I will touch it.” She put her hand around his cock and could barely get her fingers to touch. “Oh, Gods,” she whispered as she bent over and then she licked the tip of it to see how it would taste. She felt him trembling so she did it again. And again. He made contented throat noises, then finally said, “If you keep that up, I’ll come before I’m inside of you, sugar.”
    “Oh. No, I don’t want that.” She quickly let go, although her lips still tasted salty, like the pre-cum on his head. With a shaky hand she stroked an admiring hand over his powerful thighs and lower legs and even one of his feet, which made him pull it away. “Don’t tickle me, love.”
    Love! She curled up inside and slid back over him to kiss him. If only they could really be soul mates but she knew it was forbidden. As they kissed, he rolled her over underneath him. Her eyes were round as he grinned at her from her vulnerable position. “One day I’ll let you ride the cowboy, sugar, but not the first time.”
    She felt

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