French-cut panties, perfect moons, a hot hand, and one
very sorry bad girl.
It’s no wonder the very talented and prolific Maggie
Carpenter is welcomed with open arms on Wicked Wanton Wednesday. I don’t know
what magic she uses to crank these smokin’ hot erotic romances out so fast
(maybe a wicked mind), but her new release makes a baker’s dozen in 2015. I’m impressed!
Today, she’s celebrating release day and has brought
us a sample from her newest in her Cowboys After Dark series. This is steamy Cowboy romance #10. J
I can’t wait, so let’s get write to the excerpt from…
Her
Cowboy In Charge
Crystal
let out a wail as Clay flipped up the tail of her shirt and ripped her lacy
french-cut panties in two. Her startled cry didn’t surprise him, and he gazed
at her perfect moons for only a moment before landing several hot slaps.
“OW!
OW! OW!”
“I
reckon that’s what you were wantin’, am I right?” he asked, landing two more
quick swats. “The truth!“
“Yes,”
she panted, “yes, it was. Ooh, your hand is so hot.”
“And
your pussy is so wet,” he grunted, dropping his fingers into her sex. “So
fuckin’ wet.”
Not
bothering to drop his jeans, he pulled his cock from his open zipper and placed
it against her soaked entrance.
“Ask
nice.”
“Ooh,
Clay, please.”
“Please
what?”
“Please
take me.”
“You
mean, like this?” he growled thrusting forward.
“Yeeees…ooh…”
Gripping
her hips he pulled her back from the edge of the island and began to pump with
slow, powerful strokes. Thanks to their earlier escapade he knew he had staying
power and he planned to take his time.
“You
are such a bad girl,” he grunted, spanking as he stroked.
“If
it gets me what I want I’m going to be bad all the time,” she gasped.
He
unexpectedly pulled out, and shifting to stand beside her, he circled her waist
and dispatched a rapid volley of hard swats across the full width of her
bottom.
“STOP!
I’ll be good, I swear, please,” she begged, squirming and kicking out her feet.
Wordlessly
he released her, then pulling off his trousers he watched her lay flat on the
island as she put her hands on her seat to rub her seared skin. Stepping
forward he grabbed her wrists and placed her arms above her head as he leaned
over her body.
“What
were you sayin’ about bein’ a bad girl to get your way?” he asked, his breath
hot in her ear.
“You
spanked me so hard,” she panted.
“Yep,
and now you’re gonna think twice before you think about manipulatin’ me again,
right?”
“Yes,
yes, I’ll be good.”
Moving
his lips to her neck he nuzzled and kissed, then straightening up he returned
his cock to her wet, waiting pussy and slipped inside. She bucked back at him,
and resting his hands on her wonderfully warm backside he started to stroke,
but this time with gusto.
Crystal’s
eyes were squeezed shut. She had provoked the spanking, she had wanted it and
he had delivered, and though the heat of his hand had shocked her, it had also
sent a ferocious need between her legs. He was riding her hard, and his legs
were grazing her stinging sit spot with every thrust, but it only served to
fuel her mushrooming moment.
“Clay,
I’m so close,” she stammered breathlessly. “It’s so big, it’s…it’s…”
“Not
so fast, little lady,” he muttered, pausing his cock but leaving it buried
inside her.
“Ooh,
Clay, why did you stop?”
“You
wanted to feel my hand smack your butt, right?”
“I
did, yes,” she said breathlessly.
“And
you wanted to have me ravage you right here, just like I’m doin’?”
“Yes,
yes,” she said impatiently. “I still don’t know why you stopped.”
“Just
lettin’ you know there’s more than one way to punish a bad girl.
We
understand each other?”
“Ooh,
yes,” she bleated, wriggling furiously.
“Your
tail looks real pretty squirmin’ like that,” he remarked as he slowly pulled
his cock back, “but if you want me to start up again you’d better keep it
still.”
“Ooh,
Clay, you make me crazy.”
“You
ain’t seen nothin’,” he promised, and grasping her hips he plunged forward.
*****
The Blurb:
Can a feisty, fun-loving girl from San Francisco find love in the arms
of a square-jawed, take-charge cowboy in Montana?
Crystal Morrison, a free-spirited aspiring novelist is on an adventure.
Just graduated from college, she is traveling through the country on a working
holiday. Finding herself in Whitefish, Montana, she is captivated by it’s
stunning lake and majestic mountains.
Never having lived through a white winter she decides it’s the perfect
place to hang her hat until spring, but when she meets a ruggedly handsome
rancher by the name of Clay Parker, her stay in the picturesque town suddenly
takes an erotic and exciting twist.
Clay finds the spunky city girl quite the handful, and after several
weeks he shows the young woman that certain lines cannot be crossed. To her
shock he pulls her over his knee and delivers a quick, stinging spanking, but
after he kisses her fervently then marches from her house, she discovers he has
left her with more than a hot bottom.
His astonishing attention has stirred something inside her, something
that will not let her sleep, and though it’s late she calls him to apologize
for her bad behavior. He invites her to his lakeside cottage, and though she
has refused his invitation in the past, she accepts, and the following morning,
filled with anticipation, she sets off to meet him.
Waiting in his cottage, Clay becomes concerned. A storm has rolled in,
the rain is torrential, and she’s late, very late. The bell finally chimes, but
when he opens the door he is astonished to see her completely drenched. She has
arrived with a startling surprise, a surprise that bonds them, and as they
explore the world of dark sexual thrills, their passionate love deepens.
In spite of their newfound joy, trouble is brewing.
Clay, the oldest of three brothers, is a member of the Parker clan, a
family that spans three generations. His Cattle Baron father is none too
pleased that his brilliant son has taken up with a city girl who knows nothing
of ranch life, and fears she might lure him away to the bright lights and
glamorous world from which she comes.
Can Crystal and Clay, an unlikely couple, find true love? As the first
snow of the season begins to fall, will her dream of a white winter become a
romantic reality, or will Clay’s powerful father try to put a stop to their
passion? Is it the hand of fate that brought them together, or is another
mystical force playing a part in the blossoming of their unique romance?
*****
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