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as you enjoy Part two. A rodeo queen. Sophie clings
to Marx's arm as she stares out over the rodeo ring,
watching riders and horses dance in their violent ballet. She
grips his arm a little tighter, wincing at every rider
that lands heavily in the sand. Turning to look at him,
she whispers, isn't there another way we can make a living?
This looks too fucking dangerous, Marcus. It's all right, sweetheart,
I bounce well, he says, gently, smiling, punching him on
his arm as heavily as she can. She scowls. That
does not help. He leans down, kissing her on her forehead. Honestly, sweetheart,
I'll be fine. This isn't my first rodeo, you know,
he says, running his fingers through her hair and pulling
her head against his strong chest. So where's Drew, she asks,
trying to take her mind from the carnage. Hap just
feet away. Oh, he'll be up shortly. They've got steer
wrestling and tie down roping before they get to the
sad or broncos it'll be an hour or so before
he shows up. Let's get away from the ring for
a moment. Marcus, it's stressing me more than a little,
she whimpers. Of course, little lady, he says, dipping his
steps in an exaggerated manner, grinning wildly. My very own
hunky cowboy. She smiles at him as he takes her hand,
leading her from the wooden bench. The chaos of the
rodeo ring becomes a little more than confusion of sound.
As they walk away, she turns to him and asks,
is there anywhere private. We can go, her hand drifting
down to his thigh. At the moment, There'll be somewhere
quieter around by the stables, he says, leading her away
from them crowds. Finding an empty stable, he pulls the
door open, guiding her inside, full of nothing but hay
bells and alone saddled languishing over a bell. This is
a small event, so they don't use these stables. They
just store the kit in them. That's in the way elsewhere,
he says, watching her. Well, if my hunk of a
cowboy is going to risk life and limb to pay
the bills, I want to make sure he knows just
how much I appreciate him, she whispers, kissing him on
his lips as her fingers trace up his denim clad thigh.
I'm going to have to take a rain check on that, sweetheart,
all sex before the rodeo. I need my mind focused,
he says, sternly, trying to remain resolute. Crestfall and Sophie
turns away, resisting the urge to pout. She walks slowly
over to the saddle, tracing her fingers over the styled leather.
She says, you know, I've never seen an actual saddle
up close, and it's very artistic, all the stitching and embossing,
her fingers moving to the front of the saddle, caressing
the protrusion of firm leather. She turns and smiles at
Marcus before asking, coyly, and what's say spit called? Holding
his gaze. That's a horn, he says, as evenly as
he can manage, as her hand slides up and down
the solid leather. Well, I think that's rather appropriate, she
giggles as she strokes the horn firmly, her eyes never
leaving his. Turning, she faces the saddle, pushing her hand
along its length, feeling the smooth leather caressing her palms,
before leaning forward and without turning back, saying, you know,
am Id just have forgotten to wear my panties in
her best seductive voice, knowing that her sure pleated skirt
was riding high enough to give Marcus a front row
view the delights that lay beneath. Marcus clenches his hands tightly,
feeling the blood drained from his fists and apparently making
a direct line to its cock, which was already swelling
rampantly beneath his jeans, definitely turning on her hill and
swinging one leg over the saddle, Sophie lifts herself up,
the sudden kiss of the warm leather against her pussy,
forcing a moan from her lips, which, although unplanned, was
perfectly timed. Well, if you won't help a girl in distress,
I guess I'll have to ride this one alone, she said,
her voice mocking innocence as she starts to move her
hips along the leather. Despite her intended teasing, it was
surprising how arousing it was to fill the embroidered leather,
rubbing at her clip. Just say, you know what's waiting
for you when you come back to me, And you
are coming back to me, Marcus. Grasping the horn, Sophie
pulls herself forward as her feet find the stirrups, and
then pushing herself back along the leather again. Fuck, this
feels better than she had ever imagined, her pace quickening,
the orchasm rising uncontrollably through her body as her thighs
tense hard on to the saddle. Pushing down with her feet,
her clip rubs hard up the horn as her body
explodes into light yasping, she turns to Marcus, trying to
regain her breath as she whimpers, Wow, we need to
saddle for the house market. Yes, that was awesome. Can
you help me get off? My legs feel a little
wobbly right now, she asks, unsure if she can stand unaided.
Marcus puts a strong arm around her, lifting her from
the saddle, steadying her as her feet shakily touched the
ground gently, she sits on the bell, gathering her composure,
Marcus's arms still around her. Seriously, Marcus, come back safe
to me. I don't want you hurt out there, she whispers, sincerely,
holding the tears in her eyes. Back stroking his thighs,
she continues, let's rest here for a few minutes. That
was pretty intense before we go off and find Drew. Okay, sweetheart,
Marcus says, simply, is mind elsewhere? Eventually leaving the stable,
they set off in search of Drew. This man Sovie
has heard so much about, yet never even seen one
photo of, let alone met the man. It might have
been twenty minutes or more of pushing through the crowds
before Marcus says there he is excitedly waving his arm
in the air to attract attention. Too short to see
above the crowds. Sophie's anticipation is prolonged until they break
through a group of cowboys to face an older man
grinning at them both. It was all she could do
to hold back a gasp. He's gay, she thought, What
a wist he looked, the spitting image of Robert Redford,
his eyes, his demeanor, that easy smile. Damn, if she
was single, she would have had a good shot at
turning him. Marcus and Drew wrapped their arms around each other,
pulling each other in close. She could taste the electricity
between them. Damn if she wasn't turned on just thinking
about them together. After the longest moment, they release each
other and Marcus turns to Sophie, saying, and this is
Sophie Drew, my wife, a love of my life. Sophie
notices how he emphasized the love, probably for her benefit,
she muses, putting her hand out, she starts to say
a pleasure to meet you, before his arms around her,
lifting her so high off the ground that she thinks
she might be sick. So you're the lady that whisked
them away from the circuit. Damn, mamma, happy to meet you,
Sophie Drew bellows, before dropping her back to the ground.
Facing Marcus again, Drew says, with seriousness dripping from every word,
the fuck have you been, Marcus? You need to get
your butt registered and ready. Show starts in thirty minus minutes.
Oh fuck, Marcus curses, Sophie, can you find a seat?
I need to get myself situated. Smiling back at him,
she responds, go make us some money and remember the
real prize. After watching the pair of cowboys push their
way to the registration booth, she could not help but smile.
There was something about watching the pair of them together
that was so much fun. Making her own way through
the crowds ignoring the cursing as she elbows several men
out of her way, she eventually makes it to the
spectator area before grabbing a beer and finding a seat
not too close to the action. The next thirty minutes
seemed to drag for an eternity. Sophie focuses exclusively on
the beer cup in her hand, not daring to look
at what is happening in the ring for fear of
bringing all her concerns back life. Eventually, the announcer calls
Marcus's name, dragging her from her mental isolation, forcing her
to look toward the ring for the first time since
sitting down. She squeezes a beer cup tightly, beer spilling
over her legs. She could see Marcus on a horse
that was frankly going mental and it hadn't even been
released yet. What the crap was he doing? Why wouldn't
he let her get a job? They could manage? A
trade of thoughts and worries cascades through her mind. A
large siren sounds, and the gate holding Marcus and the
horse away from the ring crashes open, allowing the horse
to explode into the ring, violently, throwing itself and Marcus
seven ways to helen back the second drag in two hours,
as horse and ride a ricochet around the ring. Another siren.
That's it, Marcus, you can stop now, she whispers, stress
audible in her Eventually, Marcus jumps from the horse, landing
unsteadily on the sound. Sophie allows herself a sigh of relief,
but then the horse turns, leaping again and knocking Marcus
to the ground. Sophie leaps to her feet, staring at
his still body on the ground. Rushing forward, she just
knows she had to get to him. Before she was
anywhere near the ring, the paramedics were surrounding him and
moving him into an ambulance. As she reaches the ring's side,
the ambulance disappears through the large wooden gates of the ring,
and drewis stood in front of her. What the fuck happened, rue,
She screams, tears burning at her cheeks. Hannie, it's probably precautionary.
Rody organizes. Don't like too many injuries to be visible
in the ring. It's bad for business, he said, his
voice level and serious. I'll get you to the hospital
and we'll see what's what. Despite the race burning through
a body toward this man that had brought this upon them,
she knew she was in no fit state to drive.
She eventually succumbed to a better judgment and agreed. The
journey to the hospital was silent. Despite everything she wanted
to say to Drew. She hadn't realized how many slow
drivers there were in the city, or how many road works,
delay after delay, stopping her from getting to see her
Marcus to know he was okay. When eventually they make
it to the hospital, Sophie does not even wait for
Drew to stop completely before leaping from the four by four,
speeding in through the main entrance and asking where Marcus is.
The attendant checked records on the computer, all too slowly
in Sophie's opinion, and uttered something which she thought she
heard Helpfully. They gave her directions where he was, which
seemed to make it through to the fock of panic
that clouded her mind. The next twenty minutes of searching
the hospital rooms for Marcus prove that this was not
the case. By the time she found him, Drew was
already stood by his bedside. Damn this man. Before she
can say a word, Drew focuses in on Sophie and
says he's okay. It looked a whole lot worse than
it is. Nothing worse than a few bruises and a
headache and a dented eagle. Sophie stares at him, not
quite believing what she was hearing. Finally, her body SAgs
with a relief. Thank fuck for that, she says. Listen,
I need to go call the road you organizer as
I left before I was due on and explain what happened.
I'll be just outside if you need anything, and I'll
make sure you're not disturbed by the hospital staff, Drew
says as he eyes the bulge beneath Marcus's gown, ignoring
him completely. Sophie says to Marcus, you just get the
shit out of me. I hope you know that, half, sweetheart.
It really is just a few bruises. He whispers, exactly
where are these bruises at? She asks, curious about the
extent of his damage, Moving his gown off his shoulder,
exposing an angry, purple and black bruise. Sophie cannot help
but lean in to kiss it, her lips gently caressing
Marcus's skin as he moans. Moving his gown again, a
bruise on his ribs is exposed. Sophie moves her lips down,
kissing it gently. Aware of his contempting his hospital gown
anywhere else, she whispers through her kisses. Marcus moves the
gown aside to show a large bruise on the top
of his thigh, kissing his thigh tenderly, her lips brushing
over the angry mark, his cock throbbing underneath the gown,
becoming firmer as Sophie's lips move higher up its thigh,
her fingers caressing his balls as she kisses up his
firm shaft, her tongue gently circling the tip of his
cock as she looks up at him, whispering, need anything else? Oh?
Fuck I do? Sophie climbs up on his bed, her
legs either side of him as she grasps his erection
between her fingers, teasing its tip along her clip before
impaling herself onto him, Gasping to control her breath as
she feels his entire length pushed deep into a needy pussy,
needing to confirm he's okay, needing to feel him warm
and alive, needing him to fuck her. As she rises
his cock, sliding her pussy up and down his entire length,
her lips stretched around his girth. Images of him Withdrew
flicker through her mind of him sucking Drew's hard cock,
and as she imagines Marcus's lips sliding up and down
Drew's cock, she rides him even harder, more intensely, feeling
the pulsing moving through a pussy, imagining his hand clutching
at Drew's balls, massaging them as he takes his entire
length deep into his throat. Hearing Drew moan loudly as
his fingers moved through Marcus's hair, thrusting his erection even
deeper into his mouth. Loudly, she moans, takes Drew's cock
all the way inside your mouth, Marcus. Realizing suddenly that
this was not in the quiet of her mind, she
opens her eyes, Marcus looking at her with even greater desire,
his pelvis thrusting even harder into a pussy. You want
that sweet, he gasped between thrusts, Unable to deny it
any more, Yes, she moans, Drew. Marcus calls out before
Sophie can say another word. Drew is by the bedside again.
Marcus gasps your cock. I need to suck your cock.
Without needing another request, Drew releases his quivering erection from
his pants. Marcus grasps it urgently before sliding his lips
up and down the shaft. Watching it sends trembles of
pleasure through Sophie's body, her pussy clutching frantically at Marcus's cock.
Drew clutches Marcus's hair in tight ballses, his body tenses
a moon rising through his chest, his head tilting back
as sign all too obvious to Sophie. As Drew thrusts
hard into Marcus's mouth, Marcus's cock explodes inside her as
a pussy clutches hard at his pulsing erection, releasing her
her own intense orgasm. Placing her hands on Marcus's chest
to steady herself. Surprised by her own lack of inhibition,
she looks at the two men before her. Her next
idea is so filthy it surprises her. I want to
ride your mouth, Marcus, lick you'll come out of my pussy.
Sliding up his body, she lowers her pussy onto his
waiting tongue, feeling him viciously licking at her still throbbing
clip as it starts to cladch again. She grabs Drew's
cock and slides her hand up and down it, viciously,
pumping every last drop of cum as it pulses over
Marcus's face. Seeing Drew's white cream dripping down Marcus's chin
just intensifies the sensations inside her body as she explodes
in another orgasm. Sitting back, she whispers, kiss Marcus, clean
all that from his lips. Eagerly, Drew kisses every drop
of come from Marcus's face before kissing him deeply. Damn
if this wasn't a whole new fantasy being played out
right in front of her. Eventually, Sophie climbs off Marcus,
straightening her skirt and moving a little unsteadily to an
easy chair in the corner. Dru puts his semi erect
cock back inside his pants, and Marcus pulls his gown
back over himself. The room was awkwardly quiet for a moment,
no one knowing quite what to say. It was Drew
that broke the silence. Oh, by the way, you won,
you can go and pick your winnings up whenever you're ready.
How the hell does that work, Sophie asked. He was
always in control of the horse, Sofie, the ring hand
should have got the reins, but he didn't get so
just happy Marcus isn't doing them. Wow, guess that sets
me up. Then, might even buy us a saddle before
next rodeo, Marcus says, grinning at Sophie like a cheshire cat.
We'll talk about that when we get home. Sophie says,
glaring at Marcus. I'm not quite sure what she is
feeling about rodeos right now, just a deep sensation of
satisfaction embracing her body. Now, I hope you've enjoyed that
little story. Now next week obviously a new story, So
I look forward to seeing you in bed when we
can get wild again. But for now and always with
your pleasure in mind, this is Devil in Wild, wishing
you salacious dreams, the same that say a spat Spain
and atticate aducted and intact saducted