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For the readers ready to wear the hat, and get railed in the back seat until you forget your own name… Daddy Colt has a spot in his truck just for you.
Even if she’s not my girl, I can at least lay a claim on her so no asshole around town dares to look twice her way.
wear the hat, ride the cowboy
“I heard a saying once…” My fingers unclench from the blanket, allowing it to fall open and reveal my figure. Reaching out, I lift his hat off his head, setting it on my own, not missing the flare that catches light behind his honeyed eyes. “You touch a man’s hat, you’re either planning to fight them or fuck them. So, which do you want with me, cowboy?”
“God. Colt. I don’t know if it’s going to fit.” Colt makes the sexiest groaning sound ever. One that vibrates straight through into my chest. “It’ll fit, baby.” He bends his head and sucks my earlobe into his hot mouth, sinking a little deeper as he does so. “We’ll make it fit.” The pleasure of how good his lips feel, while my body adjusts to him, nearly undoes me completely.
