Cowboy Stripper by Lynn Hagen

Author:Lynn Hagen [Hagen, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Coddington, Romance
ISBN: 9781632583598
Goodreads: 22818079
Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
Published: 2014-10-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Wilbur was through with being treated as if he’d break at any second. He was feeling better by the fourth week at the Big Bear Ranch, and he wanted a piece of Stripper.

He was on medical leave from work, which ensured he still had a job, but Wilbur felt himself changing. He no longer wanted a humdrum life. He liked the excitement Stripper showed him, although he had to view the excitement from the back porch of the house since he wasn’t allowed to do anything strenuous.

But tonight Wilbur was taking a stand. He was going to grab the bull by the horns and throw caution to the wind. It was well after midnight, and Stripper was sound asleep, nude as usual. Wilbur began to view what he was doing as a mission. He would have to tread softly and hope he didn’t wake his target.

Not until he was fully engaged and Stripper wouldn’t have the ability to say no. Taking a fortifying breath, Wilbur scooted down the bed, coming face-to-face with his objective.

Stripper’s cock.

He inwardly rolled his eyes when an internal soundtrack of the Mission Impossible theme song began to play. Wilbur shut the sound out and moved even closer to the thick shaft lying against Stripper’s thigh. He licked his lips, took a deep breath, and then sucked the flaccid cock into his mouth.

Stripper moaned.

Wilbur hadn’t a clue what he was doing. He sucked at the flesh, using his tongue to feel the ridges and wrinkles until Stripper’s cock began to fill. It was growing too fast. Wilbur had to use a hand to hold onto the thick pole as he licked and lapped, sucking at the head because he found it hard to take the entire cock into his mouth.

Stripper hissed.

Wilbur forwent his secret mission and moved until he was settled between Stripper’s muscled thighs. That was much better. He leaned up, driving the cock as far as he could into his mouth.

“Fuck, Wilbur,” Stripper moaned. “What are you doing?”

There was no way he was stopping to have a conversation. Not when he had Stripper’s shaft wedged between his cheeks. Stripper’s fingers buried into Wilbur’s hair as his head tossed from side to side.

Wilbur felt the fire inside of him ignite.

“Not a good idea,” Stripper said, though his words were choked and hoarse. He lunged his hips forward, driving his cock farther down Wilbur’s throat. Wilbur took it but eased back slightly when the girth became too much to handle.

Maybe Wilbur shouldn’t be doing this, going against the doctor’s orders, but he couldn’t spend another night lying next to Stripper without at least tasting the man. Stripper was too much of a temptation, and Wilbur’s resistance went only so far. He’d held out for weeks and needed to feel Stripper in his mouth.

There was absolutely nothing strenuous about that.

Suspended between carnal lust and mind-numbing pleasure, Wilbur palmed Stripper’s sac, giving the flesh a slight tug. He was no amateur when it came to masturbation, and Wilbur knew what he liked.

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