Bred by the Cowboy Read Online Frankie Love

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Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
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I slip into Angus’s room. He’s in the process of getting his tuxedo on, but he lights up when he sees me. “I guess I don’t have to wait til later to see your beautiful face, Dolly.”

“Why would you have to wait?”

“You don’t know the superstition? About how you’re not supposed to see your betrothed on your wedding day before the ceremony? That it’ll bring bad luck on both of you?”

I squint. “Why would it bring bad luck on us? That sounds like a dumb superstition.”

“It probably is just that. That’s why we call it a superstition and not just a fact of life.”

I chuckle as I saunter up to him. “Forget about all that. I got some good news, Angus.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Blushing, I lean in. “I’m pregnant.”

“Seriously?” He grins, wrapping his arms around me and bringing me in for a brief yet wonderful kiss. “I was hoping that’d happen sooner rather than later.”

“You certainly fuck me like that’s what you wanted to happen.”

“I fuck you like that because I can’t resist you, Dolly. You light up my life and I can’t get enough.”

“Such a horny boy,” I whisper to him.

“In fact, I don’t think I can resist you now, babe.”

His hands roam down my body, and even through the layers of my dress, he’s igniting such bliss within me. He pushes me over to the bed, dropping me onto it, covering me with his muscular form. He’s surprisingly gentle. This is my wedding dress after all, and he doesn’t want to make a mess of it. But his hand on my panties and rubbing me makes it so very clear what he wants from me. His touch is delightful and intense, and soon he’s pulling my panties down one of my legs, undoing his belt. We are still fully clothed. Getting in and out of the stuff we are wearing isn’t easy, but our lust can’t be contained.

“I can’t wait to wake up every morning beside you,” he says, tickling my cheek.

“I can’t wait to fall asleep with you,” I reply with shifting eyebrows.

His cock runs up my stocking-covered thigh and finds my sex. In the past two months, we have gotten so used to one another. It’s hard to believe that we were both virgins before that, because we’re both experts in pleasing one another now.

Feeling his cock nudge against my sex, flicking against me before sliding right into me, the sheer surge of delight that comes with that has me crying out in pleasure. This is a pure expression of lust for the two of us, both of us so horny. We’ll have the night together soon enough, but we need each other now.

He fucks me hard, I fuck him right back. It’s all just a little sampling of what’s to come. I twist around him, crying out. I nibble on my lip, trying to stifle myself, if only just a little bit. There are so many people here, from town and from both of our extended families, that I don’t want to cry out too loudly.

Every stroke is so strong, so ecstatic. Heat rumbles through me, and I love seeing what I’m doing to him too. My pussy squeezing his cock, urging him, demanding everything from him. In between moans of pleasure, we’re both giggling madly, enjoying the presence of one another so much, and maybe just the absurdity of how we must look right now, going at one another in full wedding regalia.

It’s not long before I’m singing the sinful song for him. I whip to and fro, trying not to ruffle his shirt too much. The ecstasy of him is always exquisite, the bliss shooting through my body and leaving me panting and so very happy. One more climax for me, and a wonderful expectation of many, many more to come.

He’s in perfect sync with me, as he always is. Coming with me, his hot seed flooding me, the very recklessness that got me knocked up in the first place. It’s such a wonderful feeling to enjoy on top of everything else.

We’re both a bit sweaty, but he plants one more kiss on me. “I wonder what the superstitions say about fucking your bride to be before the ceremony.”

I laugh. “I can’t imagine it’s very positive if we’re not even supposed to be seeing one another.”

“I can’t imagine ever having bad luck with you around, Dolly. Your very presence in my life is the luckiest thing to ever happen to me.”

Happy, I steal a kiss from him as I get up, sliding my panties back on, feeling his seed within me. I’m going to walk down the aisle with that feeling, a sinful sealing of our union to go with the more traditional exchange of wedding rings. I shuffle about trying to look presentable. “I better get out there, we don’t want people to come looking for us,” I say.


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