Spurs and Heels

Divine Creek Ranch 5

Ash Peterson falls for Juliana the moment he lays eyes on her.  She’s a stereotypical city girl, from her manicure to her high heels.  Judging by the sparks that fly between them, he knows there’s a fire burning deep inside the blue-eyed beauty.  But, department store manager Juliana Meyers is thrown by her attraction to Ash.  Everything about this quintessential cowboy sets her on edge, from his Stetson and mutton chop sideburns down to his dusty boots and spurs.  All he’s got to do is walk into a room with those damn things jingling and she’s putty in his hands.  When Ash unintentionally injures Juliana, he feels that it’s his responsibility to look after the hoity-toity redheaded workaholic. He pushes her to re-examine her perfectionist lifestyle, but it’s hard for Juliana, because she’s used to doing things her way.  Can she learn to relax and let him lead?

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Juliana stood for a moment gazing at him, clad in heels, stockings, garter and black lace push up bra and G-string. Ash twirled his finger as he sat up on the side of the bed, and she slowly turned for him, her breath catching when she felt his fingertips trace over her hip, gently squeezing her derriere.

Ash drew her to stand between his spread knees. Her breath left her in a rush when his fingertips slid up the backs of her thighs, gliding under the garter belt to grip each cheek of her ass. He brushed his lips over her abdomen.

She slid her fingers into his thick hair, and he tilted his head back and kissed the underside of her breasts. He held her as though she was precious to him, and it made her heart feel like it was swelling and throbbing.

She was barely aware of it when her bra and her garter belt came loose. His fingers were at the lace tops of her stockings, but she was too caught up in the feel of his lips and his facial hair against the sensitive flesh of her breasts. She moaned in anticipation when she felt his fingertips slide down the cleft of her ass, pulling her G-string aside to run a fingertip through the wet arousal between her thighs.

He lifted his face from her breasts, hooked the waist of her G-string in his fingers, and pulled it off quickly then groaned so deep it inspired orgasmic tremors in her cunt.


He held her hips and looked his fill for a few moments, at her in her high heels and stockings.

As he gazed at her clad that way, with her breasts and mons bare, except for her neat patch of auburn curls, she felt a wave of boldness come over her. She trailed her fingertips over his cheek and reached into the night table drawer and withdrew a condom and the bottle of lubricant.

“I’ve wondered all night, since you asked me to model what was under my dress with my high heels on, if you’d treat me like a piece of fragile china, or if you might fuck me the way a man fucks a woman so she knows she belongs to him.”

As she said it, she turned and sauntered to the end of the plush king-size bed, placing the two items on the bed beside her. His eyes were riveted as she placed one hand then the other on the mattress then placed both knees spread wide apart on the end of the bed and knelt there in a sitting position until he rose and came around to her.

He bent down to kiss her as she leaned back and rested her head against his bulky shoulder, looking up at him as he fondled each breast with his work-roughened hands.

“You know what you’re asking for, darlin’?”

“To be fucked hard? Yes. I do.”

“Your wrist?”

“Healing fine. I can take whatever you can dish out, cowboy.”

“We’ll see.”

He thought she couldn’t handle his rough edges? She loved a challenge. Juliana could handle rough with him because she knew he’d never take it too far and would stop at the first word from her. She trusted him.

“Why don’t you break me in gently. We’ll see where we end up.”

She leaned forward and slid her forearms over the quilt, baring herself to him until she was resting on her elbows, the weight completely off her injured wrist.

He stood behind her for endless seconds as she took her time getting into position, smiling at what must be going through his mind as he watched her, dressed only in her stockings and high heels, her ass tilted up to him.

When she was in the perfect spot, she then lowered her shoulders and cheek to the quilt. She arched her back in blatant invitation, her breath stuttering when she felt her pussy lips part with the action, making herself completely vulnerable for him.

Her thighs were already damp, and he could probably see her juices coating her pussy, which was clenching in needy contractions.

Moaning at the feel of his hand on her ass as it slid down to her slick pussy, she watched over her shoulder as he quickly shed his clothes, dropping them all around him in his haste. Her heart hammered as she heard the foil wrapper tear and the bottle of lubricant pop open. Ash groaned as he spread lubricant over his cock. “You’ve got me so hot, darlin’. I’m not going to be gentle with you at all.”

She bit her lip as his declaration caused more moisture to rush to her clenching pussy.

“Damn, darlin’.” His tongue suddenly made gluttonous contact with her cunt. “That’s exactly what you want, isn’t it? Want me to fuck you hard?”

“Yes!” she pleaded, an edge of desperation in her voice as she felt another spasm and wondered if she wasn’t experiencing a mini orgasm every time he opened his mouth. His tongue and lips played with her for a minute until she begged. He teased more juice from her, making her buck against his mouth, his mustache prickling and making her pussy even more sensitive.

“Want me to fill you full of my cock?”

“Yes, Ash, please!” she begged, wiggling her ass at him.

“Mmm, I love to lick this pussy. Know what I love even more?” he asked, sounding like he now stood behind her. She gasped harshly at the sudden presence of his thick cock at her clenching opening.

“Oh, baby, what?” She cried out as the tremors started deep in her cunt and vibrated outward to her lips, trying to grip him and draw him in.

He groaned loudly as though he felt her reaction to him. “I love fucking this pussy, darlin’.” He grasped her roughly and whipped his hips hard, slamming home in one hard stroke.


Word Count: 70,810

231 Pages

5 Hearts from Suzie Q at the Romance Studio

5 Angels from Fallen Angels Reviews

5 Star Top Pick from Rho and Nominee for Best Book of 2011 at the Romance Reviews

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