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The Cowgirl: Part 3

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By Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago 8 min read
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Leon watched her from where he was sitting in the V.I.P. section of the club. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her there but tonight, her long legs were crossed and half covered by a black skirt and the shadows of the bar. Her bright red halter top stood out against her jean jacket and it also singled her out in the room full of frequent club goers. Her eyes looked to be a rich color of brown and her long dark hair made every blonde haired and blue eyed beauty in the room vanish in his eyes. No one else mattered but her, the only woman in the place who wasn't gawking at him like a trophy that was owed to them once they were done seducing him. She was intriguing and an air of mystery surrounded her enough to make his cock tick in his pants. As he continued to indulge himself in her sensual appeal, he decided he was going after her this time. He'd never done that before, put himself in the path of rejection but there was something about her, maybe the confidence she wore on her bare shoulders made him take the chance. Or maybe he just knew no other woman was going to do it for him tonight.

He stood behind her as he finally ended up at the bar and watched her as she turned on her bar stool to grab another drink, inhaling her sensual perfume, something with citrus and sugar. He wondered if she tasted the same between her legs.

Leon knew she could feel him behind her. Her shoulders had straightened, the long hair running down along her back shifted to the side, letting him get a tempting view of her slender, and smooth neck. Even though the music was loud, he could hear her taking in a breath, her fingertips tapping along the bar counter while his lips brushed against her neck. As soon as he heard a soft moan escape her mouth, he felt his dick strain against his boxer brief in his slacks. If he didn't get her alone soon, he was going to embarrass himself in front of her. She turned her head slightly and met his eyes. Her hunger reflected his and he smiled in relief. Her smoldering irises said it all. And with a lick of her lips she was standing in front of him, her heels clinking against the marble floors of the club. She was practically standing against him, their bodies gravitating towards each other, responding to every movement they made.

He watched her steadily, as she bravely walked slowly passed him, meeting his lustful stare as she continued to walk away from him. She was making her way through the crowd of grinding bodies and out the back exit of the club. He hurried after her, looking around the parking lot once he was outside for her. Leon found her sitting on the hood of someone's black Ferrari, a cigarette in between her fingers, as she blew out smoke rings from her lips. The parking lot was dark, with one streetlight on by the curb. The summer breeze was perfect, adding just enough warmth to his skin take off his tie and undo the first few buttons of his dress shirt. The wind blew her perfume and cigarette smoke in his direction and it dared him to approach her again, surrender to her if he had to. And he would if that's what it would take to get her to be his for the night.

She met his gaze as he stopped in front of her and her lips formed an erotic grin full of promises, which hinted mischief and sweet temptation. With another step, he was right in between her legs. He watched her flick the cigarette down onto the concrete floor, putting it out with the heel of her shoe and then her hands continued to go up his chest, fingernails digging lightly into his shirt. His eyes traveled from her dark hair, to her full red lips, wondered what kind of pleasure they'd give him. But he started with a kiss. When he felt her tongue deepen the kiss, he realized she tasted better than he expected, like a fine Brandy with a hint of lemon and the ashy flavor of a cigarette. But he wanted more of her on his tongue, eager to see what the rest of her body tasted like.

He felt her hands on his ass, pulling him closer. She wanted more too apparently. And he was ready to give it to her. Slowly unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, he gently let her lay against the hood of the car. He looked into her eyes then and he tried not to think about what would happen once he was done with her. Would this one time be enough? Would it satiate his hunger for her or would it only make it worse? A quickie on the hood of this car wouldn't be enough, he thought. Not with the way she was looking at him, as if she were excited to bring him the ultimate pleasures plaguing his mind right now. He'd wait until they were done to decide if he wanted to know her name.

She pulled his shirt off his toned shoulders and slid it down his arms. His physique would be considered athletic since he used to play football in college and he could sense she liked that judging from her stare of approval. Women were generally attracted to power, the alpha male that could give them anything they desired but held it away from their eager hands to keep them wanting more. Whoever this woman was, he had a feeling she was looking for something else, something only his dick could do for her right now. Not his money.

Her fingers dug into the smooth flesh of his muscles and she let out a moan from her lips when he touched her thigh, smoothing his hands up to reach to her silky underwear. He slid it down her caramel covered thighs and his hand ran back up in between her legs, his fingers sliding into her with ease as her wetness soaked his impatient hand. She was slick and tight for him, a proud grin on his lips when he felt her move against him. His fingertips found her clit and he started to rub. She gasped lightly, licking her red lips, her nails digging into his arm, urging him to keep going. He tugged down his pants and took his hard erection out from his boxer briefs. Sliding her skirt up to her waist, he positioned his length against her dripping opening, rubbing his tip against her folds, teasing her, torturing her enough to keep her moaning into the night. Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer to her, causing him to enter her quickly. She felt so fucking good, so fucking tight and wet, it made him pump into her faster, rubbing at her clit side to side, her back arching as her walls tightened around his dick. But he wasn't about to let this end just yet. He slipped out of her and turned her over, holding her hands above her head as he entered her from behind. He drove into her quickly, both of them groaning out loud, not caring if there were people around and continued to fuck her until that pretty mouth of hers cried out.

Hearing that sound come out of her made his own climax that much greater, making him thrust faster, deeper until he finally burst inside of her wet walls. She pushed at him gently, so he'd slip out of her and got on her knees in front of him, taking him into her mouth as deep as she could. When he felt his tip hit the back of her throat, he felt himself harden again. Fuck, what was it about this girl that made him so horny?

He didn't care for the answer right now. He needed to focus on not coming right away. So he stroked at her hair as she licked both of their juices off his dick, then watched her hold his base while her lips closed over his tip. As soon as she started to suck, he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. He held the back of her neck gently as she brought him in deeper, and sucked again, flicking the tip of her tongue over his length. His cock throbbed with impatience and his balls tightened as they prepared to shoot another load. He braced himself on the hood of the car while she fucked him with her mouth and he lost his mind while his orgasm took over his shivering body.

Once he was done spilling into her mouth, he pulled away and he watched her put his dick back into his pants, licking her lips along the way.

"What's your name?" He asked the pretty woman pulling out another cigarette from in between her breasts and a lighter from the waistband of her skirt.

"You can call me Cowgirl. I'll see you around, Leon." The woman said with a wicked grin and a hint of a southern accent in her voice, as she lit her cigarette and walked away from him and into the darkness of the parking lot.

He had heard about the infamous Cowgirl down south, how she wasn't to be underestimated in the bedroom, how men and women across the states were hypnotized by the pleasure she provided them, how she always warned them not to get attached to a women with her kind of appetite. Once you got addicted to what she gave you, that was the end of your will.

Leon cursed underneath his breath. He was now another one of her victims and he knew he was going to go insane until he saw her again.

And he had enough money and resources to reign in that Cowgirl.

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Sharlene Alba

Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry

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