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To all my babes who know they can be strong, modern women, yet still shamelessly drop to their knees like the good fucking girls they are the moment their cowboys tell them to.
She’s looking like a whirlwind of things right now but the two that stand out the most are really fucking beautiful and really fucking off limits.
“Just don’t settle, baby. Find a man that will move heaven and earth for you. A man that knows your worth. You should be his entire heart, always.”
Goddamn, cowboy Nash is fucking hot.
My depraved pussy doesn’t stand a chance. She’s a whore for a backward baseball hat—especially on this devastating looking hockey star turned part-time cowboy.
Kiss me. My pussy screams.
Save a horse. Your new boss is hot AF
Implement new dress code. Better yet, implement baggy office uniforms, neck to ankles. Don’t kill Kevin.
“Touch her again and I’ll fucking bury you.”
“I’m Nash fucking Carter and I’m about to spill every one of your teeth onto this sidewalk if you call CeCe your fiancée again.” He’s holding Andrew so tightly by the collar, he’s cutting off his air supply. “She isn’t anyone’s fiancée, and she was clearly done talking to you. So, Drew, take a look at my face. Memorize it. There will never be a day you see CeCe without me beside her again. Now, if you want to walk away in one piece tonight, you’re going to apologize.”
“I needed to know, I had to see that you were okay.”
“I took her home because the whole time I was with her, all I could fucking think about was you.”
“Do you have any fucking idea how hard it is to see your face no matter who I’m looking at?”
“Do you know how I torture myself? Telling myself not to think about you? Reminding myself who you are and why I shouldn’t?”
“Look at you, Rae. Such a good girl, already so fucking wet for me.”
“I’m gonna take care of you so well, Rae. All I think about is touching you, tasting you, burying myself in you,”
I’m dying. Dying a slow death from the feeling of CeCe Ashby wrapped around my cock. Death by perfect pussy. Someone better write it on my headstone.
My poor pussy is so abused, yet so desperately in love with Nash Carter’s cock.
“Your freight train of a cock just assaulted me,”
Good morning, CeCe. Are you dead? Has your hot cowboy boss fucked you to death?
“Cecilia Rae, I never want to see another man’s hands on your body again,”
“And if you think for one second that you’re in here in this fucking dress, and I’m looking at anyone else, you’ve lost your damn mind.” I look back at her and my gaze meets her wide eyes. “There is nothing I want to do more right now than fuck you so hard, for so long that you’ll know, without a doubt, that the only woman I’m looking at is you.“
“Just because I wanted to pull her cowboy hat back and strangle her with the stampede strings doesn’t mean I’m jealous. I’m not the jealous type. I’m actually the unjealous type,” she rambles.
Your dad told me I have two choices, let it consume me or keep holding the reins. So, I keep holding the reins and wait for the next day to come.”
“Stop pretending when we both know the truth.” I trail a finger over her already soaking slit. “You came into my space with no panties. My cunt on full display for one reason and one reason only.”
You can’t go to Seattle alone because… I can’t lose you too… I don’t want to live this life without you any longer… I want you…all of you…all of us…but I’m fucking terrified. I love you…
“Have me on speed dial. I’ll be on the next plane out to murder him if that fucker tries anything even remotely sketchy.”
“I love you so much it consumes me. But I want it all. I want you, in every way, and if you don’t want me like that, then we’re done. I didn’t mean to fall in love with you but I did and I’m not afraid to admit it, and that’s all there is to it.”
“That’s the thing about love, Nash. There are no guarantees, it can be here one day and the next, it can all go up in smoke. You can’t control it. You can’t foresee it, you just have to decide if you can have enough faith to trust it, if the life we could have in between is worth the fear of losing it.
“You’re going to meet her truck tomorrow to send her things to Kentucky, 9:30, got it, Drew? And if you ever call her your fiancée again, I’ll rip your fucking tongue out with my bare hand.”
“We’re not a phase. We’re the exact opposite of a phase. You’re my always. I fucking love you more than I’ve ever loved anything in this life and I came here to make sure you knew it. Following you across the country is nothing. I’m going to follow you everywhere you go for the rest of this life. And then, I’m going to follow you into the next.”
“You’re the queen I crawl to. I’ll kneel at your feet for the rest of my fucking life. Now, sit on your throne.”
“Come, little queen, soak my face. Baptize me…and then, I’ll fuck you like the king that owns this pussy.”
I got the game winning goal today,” he rasps into my ear. “I’ve been so good, baby. I deserve a reward.”
It said she was wearing jeans in the last chapter 🥴🤣
“A wise man once told me to settle down, find a woman to share my life with, to love. That man, of course, was one of the greatest men I’ve had the pleasure of knowing, your dad. Now, I want you to know I didn’t forget him. I went to him, to his grave, and told him my intentions, I told him that I love his only daughter more than I’ve ever loved anything or anyone in my life, and that if he gave me his blessing, I would love her with my whole heart every day until death took me. And even then, I’d move on to the next life and find her there, because a love like ours isn’t limited by space or
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“When I finished my conversation with him, it started to rain and I felt like it was him giving me his blessing. What do you say, little firefly? Will you get lost in the shuffle of this world with me, forever? Will you give me all of your smiles and all your tears? Will you let me make sure you have your coffee every morning and my arms around you every night? Will you let me love you with everything in me for the rest of this life and the next?”
Of all the roles I’ve seen him fill, Nash the father and the husband are by far the sexiest and most incredible by a landslide.
“If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times. You hold the reins, baby, I’m just here for the ride, and I’ll sure have fun trying, but…” He kisses me again, probably a little too eagerly for four o’clock on a Sunday in the community arena but I don’t mind. “You might want to ask your boss how he feels about you taking another maternity leave…” He kisses my forehead as I roll my eyes.
