The Big Girl and Cowboy Show - An Alpha Cowboy Erotic Romance by Cleo Page Read Free Book Online Page A

Randall’s stiffness bore into me even deeper than before, causing me to cry out. “Oh . . . my . . . god . . . Randall! You’re going to make me come! Make me come on your cock, Randall!”
    Randall brought his hands down from holding my elevated leg at my thigh and clamped them onto the soft fleshiness of my curvy hips. Now, as he began to pump into me even faster, he lifted the whole of my ass from the bed to meet him. Each thrust pushed just hard enough into my depths to lace the intense pleasure with just the right amount of hurt. I could hear, and feel, the sharp smacking sound of Randall’s swinging balls slapping against my asshole with every push forward.
    Once again, the inevitability of my orgasm started to build as I could feel the crashing of waves in my stomach becoming more and more pronounced. Randall did not relent and kept his quickened pace steady for me. My pussy began to clamp down tight onto Randall’s piston. “Yes, Randall! Fuck! Yes!” His hands held my hips tighter, making sure to keep us angled right as I started to curl my whole body inward, every muscle tightening, readying for release.
    “Yes, Connor! Come for me!” Randall’s words barely registered, but I certainly did what he said. My fingers clawed at the sheets as I started to bubble over. “Fuuuuuuuck!” I screamed as I started to come. My world lit on fire with a blaze of blinding, intense white heat. Bolt after bolt of lightning struck me, full force, deep in the core of me. My pussy was shooting fireworks that were exploding in my brain.
    The intense sensation of pleasure finally started to give way to the intense sensation of too much sensation. I managed to bring a shaky hand to Randall’s stomach and, starting to giggle the crazy giggle of too-much-of-a-good-thing, I said, “Slow. Slow now, please. Ms. Lyall needs a second to catch her breath.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” Randall cowboyed at me, causing us both to have a little laughing fit for no real reason at all.
    Our laughter subsiding, I looked at Randall with half-slitted eyes and gave him a saucy, “Your turn.”
    “You sure you’re ready for this? You were barely holding on there a second ago,” he teased.
    “I think I can manage,” I said, as I leaned forward and gave him a playful swat on the arm.
    “Alrighty then, Ms. Lyall, but I’m gonna need you to turn over. I’ve been waiting a good long while now to get myself an eyeful of that fine big ol’ bottom you have there.” He did that thing again where he drew out his i when he spoke. This time in the word fine . Fuck me, I love that! I chirped in my head.
    “Oh! Yes, sir! One colossal booty coming right up!”
    Randall eased himself back, slowly unsheathing his cock from the warmth of my pussy. As he drew the last of himself from me, I let out a tiny groan at the unpleasantness of the empty feeling that rushed in to take his place. Quickly, I turned myself over onto my tummy and backed towards Randall, rising to my hands and knees. My wonderfully round, giant ass was on full display now for Randall, and I could feel my pendulous breasts sway slightly under me from the momentum of my movement.
    “God. Damn.” Randall was clearly impressed.
    “I know, right?” I said.
    “Connor. You just don’t even know.” He placed both his hands on my backside and traced the shape all the way from the top to the bottom of each cheek. Rounding his hands under the bottom of my ass, where my legs begin, he brought his hands to the middle of me, finding my wetness. He made his way back up to the small of my back, but not before running his fingers over my still sensitive nub, between my lips, and over my asshole. He paused just long enough on my back door to apply a slight pressure that sent a fresh shockwave right up my spine. Moving his left hand to my hip, he reached to himself with his right and moved his cock into position to penetrate me yet again.
    The feeling of Randall’s cock stretching me open for a