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Trevor grabbed her plush butt cheeks and squeezed her real good, enhancing her unexpected orgasm.

The sensations of all that was Trev had overwhelmed her and she couldn’t seem to stop herself. She couldn’t believe she came instantly like that while her body almost convulsed from the overwhelming pleasure she felt. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know I would…”

Trev smiled to her lips. “That’s okay, there’s gonna be more. Cause the way I figure it? You still owe me a bubble bath.”

She felt his hips moving against hers and she reveled in the feel of his smooth skin along her body as he alternately gave her slow plunges and powerful thrusts. Raising her red boots up, Bren eagerly hugged her thighs around his waist to get the ride of her life.

Prelude to Crushed Velvet

Watch out for that Beautiful Barbed Wire…

Winning ain’t everything but losing ain’t fun either. Ride to win!

W
ade’s eyes popped wide open and he shouted as Kanda swiftly roped him up. “What in the…?” He yelled as his wrists were now tied to the bedposts.

Having done this for her whole life, she moved with a practiced precision and neatly tied each of his hefty ankles as well. “Well, maybe it took twelve seconds?”

He lay in shock and tugged at the knots. “Are you out of your blooming skull?”

Smiling, but with her hands shaking, she stood in front of him to tug the long man shirt up and off her curvy form. “Maybe?” Stepping forward, she climbed up on the bed. “I’m sorry I had to do it this way.” She unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down over his hips.

Halting, she pondered this new problem of how to bare that magnificent bod. This was never an issue in all her years of branding. A small chuckle slipped from her lips at the bizarre notion, then she looked around toward his little makeshift kitchen.

Wade seemed speechless and he gaped at her as she got up from the bed and retrieved the tool she needed.

“I mean, it seemed to be the only way.” She chuckled as she raised a pair of shears and climbed back up on the bed.

Wades eyes grew wide as she lowered the shears and cut his jeans away. “I hope that wasn’t your favorite pair!” Next, she tugged his black briefs from his hips as well and with a little snip, she sliced right through the cotton. “Oh, my…” She gulped and stared down at him. “You could do some serious damage all right.” She whistled loudly.

The now helpless man looked entirely stunned as she’d tied him up and removed his clothes in what seemed to be the blink of an eye. “You can’t do this, woman!” His accent had gotten heavier with his seeming panic. “Crikey! I can’t believe you did this.”

Kanda stood above him on the bed as she reached around and unclasped her bra.

He stared as her luscious breasts toppled out. Wade seemed to bite his lip as a definite moan escaped his lips.

The male sound of his reaction made her wet in her panties and in that instant, she knew she’d done the right thing. Despite how crazy this was to do…in her world, she knew it was the only way to do it. She stood up and rolled her panties down. “I took care of the problem for you. This way, you won’t have the responsibility.”

He stared up at her curvy, sweet body above him. “Is this the way all you American women are?” He was breathing heavily now and sweat had popped out along his forehead.

Kanda knelt down with her legs around his powerful thighs. Reaching a tentative hand out, she slid a finger down along his very hard shaft. “Oh…” Was all she replied and she gazed over at his astonished expression. “Nah, but maybe we Texan girls are a little bit different.” She let out a throaty moan as she cupped her hand around his erection.

The sounds she was making and her hands smoothing along his shaft seemed to make him grow harder under her sliding fingers. He tried again to tug at the ropes she’d tied him with. “You’d better be sure you really wanna do this.”

His throbbing cock was just so beautiful; she’d never believed that she would have a thought like that. She pondered for a long minute about what he said and she wondered if she was ready to take the ultimate ride. Was she really ready to ‘saddle up’? This wouldn’t be like breaking a bronco; it was gonna be her…breaking her own cherry.

While she stroked him with her capable hand, Wade was groaning loudly now and his hot blue eyes were blazing at her.

With his rigid growing length filling her hands, her eyes lit up and she lowered herself over his hard body. “Yep, it’s just what I thought—pure prime rib.”

The Next Book in the Velvet Series

Crushed Velvet Book Three

Triple K Ranch, along the Flat River, Flatonia, Texas

K
anda Kincade knew this was wild and insane—to hog-tie a man and practically rape him. Yes, he was all man and more than she ever dreamed of. He’d said he wanted her too and that cinched the deal. She decided to finally rid herself of her overly long-held virginity. Yes, she had some doubts and he kept warning her, but she wasn’t going to back down now.

“Stop!” Wade Monroe shouted.

Kanda glanced at him. The look in his eyes was fierce. Those piercing blue orbs of his seemed to reach right into her guts and take hold. She stared down at his beautiful cock that stood ramrod stiff, despite his pleas for her to stop.

“What if you’re—you’re not ready?” he asked.

Her body trembled as she squatted over his hard frame and stroked his hard throbbing tool while noticing the wetness between her thighs. “I’ve been ready for a long time.”

“No, I mean what if it hurts because you are too—I mean, if there’s no lubrication?”

Kanda knew for sure it wasn’t a problem. “I’m as wet as a waterfall.” She gave him a wink. “Besides, I don’t get your debating this… I mean, you’re a man and don’t men love sex?”

Wade looked insulted. “Well, that’s sexist as all hell.”

Don’t quit now, Kanda! Just do it!
Kanda was suddenly afraid that maybe she couldn’t pony up this time and doubt crept in as she looked over at his face again. She could see the sweat trickling down his forehead. “Well then, maybe you could consider it a favor?”

His eyes widened. “A favor?”

Nodding, she decided not to listen to common sense or to him and she positioned herself again, while reaching down to open her slick folds. “Yeah. Do me—this favor by—
doing me
?”

The corners of his lip tugged as though he might smile at her joke. Instead, he took a deep breath and watched her lower herself to the tip of his cock. “God Dammit, woman!”

Her smile grew. “It’s not every day a girl get’s to pop her own cherry, ya know? This is a big favor and I will find some way to pay you back.”

Wade bit at his lower lip and kept silent, though his large body seemed to shiver as he kept his gaze on her, while she positioned herself over him.

She took a deep breath.
Talk about taking the plunge!
I’m gonna be hittin’ the saddle while wearing nothing but spurs.
Lowering herself carefully, their flesh met. The tip of him sat at the entrance. It felt satiny and firm at the same time.
It’s just like pulling a tooth, right? Or pulling out a splinter; just do it and do it fast.
She let out her breath and sat straight down on him with a skin-sliding
thump
.

THE VELVET SERIES

T
his was the second novella in the Velvet Series and the third
Crushed
is now available on Kindle. Leanore is sure having wicked fun riding this one. Crushed should be another outrageous plush ride through the pages of the southwest. Even after writing 18 novels, these books are some of the most special journeys into a world filled with real women who do get their hard-bodied men. As one of Leanore’s personal heroines, Mae West said, “I didn’t discover curves; I only uncovered them.”

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