The Cowboy's Role Model: Billionaire Interracial BWWM Romance (Contemporary African American Western Romance)
Authors: Debbie Gordon
The Cowboy’s Role Model
BWWM Cowboy Romance
DEBBIE GORDON
Copyright 2015
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…Synopsis…
Leaving New York to settle in Texas had proved to be the most beneficial venture for pretty Kimberly Jones. Playing the role model from one studio to the other had put her out on a career so endearing and the one phone call from Martha had changed her delusional fantasies of wanting to pursue a stage career without knowing too many men.
The life in boots and saddles was perhaps the most promising for a black belle from the town and however way the young jet set, Willard Booth, had perceived her arrival became a matter of first impression versus reality. Nothing tasted as sweet as the black licentious Kimberly Jones. He would disdain the partial affection for Joan Beckley, an old-time whore but a mistress in his distress times, which of course turns in an upheaval of love and want. Is the black city girl going to take up the challenge and win the rodeo billionaire?
Would she rather be content with the one night lewdness between the both of them and walk away from the one thing that could matter the most in her entire life?
This thrilling, adventure and suspense filled episode of Western Passions will take you to a new sphere of love and licentiousness, as each page turned will inspire every moment of your wildest fantasies.
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CONTENTS
Excerpt
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Note from Author
The gentle breeze that flushed in, spiced the elation they had inspired and to make the moment last, he went down with his tongue, spreading the soft pulps of her labia with both thumbs and fiddling with his tongue, over the soft moist pulp of her pussy. She spread both legs apart, feeding him with the sweet slimy nectar that oozed gradually from her little paradise pussy, and at climax, she started speaking in tongues.
"Boo! Fuck my pussy c'mon," she kept moaning and swirling her butts to the rhythm of his twiddling tongue. It was his unique strategy, to make the difference; from all the men she had been with before him. When the time was right, he readied his shaft with one hand and then speared through the tight hole that clenched against his fat rod as it slipped gently inside her pussy. Her breathing stopped for a moment, eyes closed and mouth open, she let out soft moans of excitement. She was out of control and the more he wriggled , the sweeter it got. "Fuck me babe," she cried out, pressing both legs against his butts for him to remain inside.
"Your pussy tastes so good baby," Willard exclaimed.
"Oh yeah! Ooo!" She grumbled, supporting the jabs from beneath and clawing his chest as he fucked the hell out of her pussy. He hopped out all of a sudden and went feral with the doggy style. shooting his shaft from the back, he rod from behind until she was out of air, out of real words that made any sense. It was hard to tell when they could stop as the moment kept inspiring them to kill the orgasm and maintain the pace. He was smart and cautious, just the way she wanted it and at the interval when they could bear the anxiety no more, she whooped in agitation, twiddling a hand over her clitoris and sending the other hand to grab his balls such that they both came out at the same time.
It hadn't rained the night before and the early morning sun looked duller for an outdoor person. She was sitting at the corner of the bed, her graceful dark skin wrapped beneath the white sheets of last night's endeavors. She regretted being there with the pot bellied Tom, but she would do what it took to get him to sign her up for Giuliani Fashion. She flushed the thick bunch of her perfectly dark hair that had held her slender smart face in a straight frame and crept down to her gentle slopping shoulders. "What have I done again?" She muttered within her guts, watching Tom spread himself about the hotel bed.
She buried her head between her slender palms and it could have been for the fact that she hated what had happened but no, she saw her life going down the drain to be sleeping with a man as ugly and old as Tom. The thoughts of their nightly ambiance from the bar to the hotel room tossed her mind and was expressed on her soft dark countenance. Despite the arrogant look, she looked very much to something near heavenliness. "Tom," she bleated, sweeping a gentle hand over his back and waiting to play the smile that would lure him once he'd opened his eyes.
The fat guy snored deeper in his sleep and it was most probable that he'd spent the last quarter of his years like this. "Tom wake up," she cautioned as though she didn't have to speak at all.
"Why are you still up honey?" said Tom, drowned in the sweet morning sleep that portrayed his outlook in a direct way. She rolled her beady brown eyes about the luxurious suite in annoyance. The drape had barely covered his butts, leaving his coarse hairy thighs to the faint beams of the sun that shone in.
"I need to go home now," She said with the softest of tones and while she waited for the beefy-jawed studio director to wake finally, his slack-jawed gaze met with a brilliant smile that caressed his sleepy eyes to his sparse beards. "Hey," she whispered with an air of love - As there was virtually nothing lovely about Tom.
"Babe, isn't it too early for you to be walking the street?"
"I'm going to get a cab Tom," she said, maintaining the smile on her face and when she looked down between his thighs, it was evident what her smiles had induced. His lazy shaft had lifted the drape beyond it and his wrinkled eyes made the demands. The much sleep he wanted was quickly dismissed and nothing could have been more rewarding than one last round.
"Oh, come on babe, you had all of me through the night and it's time we got out of this hotel." She argued with her smile maintained.
"Sweet, sweet Kim, I told you I was going to make you top in the company didn't I?" While he went out of the way, making promises he never would fulfill, she was keen to deduce that it was one of such tricks to get her laid. What do I have to lose? she thought to herself, dropping the white sheet that had coiled around her bonny body. Her lustrous thighs sparkled to the faint reflection of that early sunrise and her gentle steps towards Tom had caused him to giggle excitedly.
"You want more of me ay?" she jested, crawling across the bed and towards Tom's sharp shaft that was buried between is thighs. He nodded impatiently and started to smooth through her slender arms to her back. His hand snaked carefully towards her chest, grabbing the almost voluptuous masses of her boobs with one hand and girding her head with the other to reach his dick. "Want me to give your buddy here, a bouche-a-bouche?"
"Oh..." He groaned once her fingers twiddled the cap on the surface of the drape. "Give me the bouche-a-bouche baby and I'll have you signed in by tonight," Tom gasped while she was yet to take the rod in her mouth.
"Hmmmm," she moaned, squashing the rod and holding a licentious gaze at the potbellied director of the MTV6 studio. She was used to words like that and ungratifying mornings like this one.
"Hmhmhmhm," Tom giggled impatiently, waiting for her to swallow his shaft and send him straight away to the seventh heaven.
"You said you would call Miriam at Giuliani and get her to sign me the contract?" She asked, squashing tenderly as to influence his response.
"Yes!" Tom exclaimed, tossing his butts from side to side on the bed and keeping an eye on her lustrous hips that swung noiselessly before him.
"You make the call right here and we have a sex deal Tom," she muttered with a wetting tongue against his ear.
"Hmph!" Tom bellowed and it had proved to be his greatest zeal at the studio. He wanted a time like this when he would get the best of her and perhaps, he might consider getting her to sign something with one of the smaller advertising agencies. "Sex first baby," he commanded.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes!" He gasped with eyes clenched in anticipation and at the inception of his peak point, she let his shaft vibrate freely in the air for a while. "Kimberly," Tom cried out, wishing it had been one of her new designs to make the morning the more blissful. She stepped out of bed and walked straight to the bathroom where she locked herself up. She had forced herself to thinking that there was going to be a way out but there was none. Getting a modeling career was never meant for black women, especially, living in New York, she thought to herself, rubbing a hand over her gentle forehead.
It was time to take an ultimate decision that would suit her unhappy experiences with the several other studio directors who'd lured her on the same purpose. "No, no, no, no," she mumbled quietly.
"Baby are you coming or what?" Tom squirmed impatiently on the bed, rubbing his dick in wait for the blissful surprise she was coming up with. She spent another minute, reflecting on Jonathan and Phil. They all wanted the same and their promises were never fulfilled.
With that thought, she jumped in a pink tight pant that forked the lobes of her slender brown butts in halves and then stepped out of the bath. "When you make the call, we'll take on from there," she said simply, darting towards the dressing table to find her earring and other jewelries. Making up her face had been a waste of time for her but she could use the girlish curtsey to bundle her dark curly hair in a ponytail, with a few strands that leaked to her forehead.
"What now Kim?" Tom asked. "I told you I was going to talk to Miriam before noon," he argued, watching his shaft die down in disappointment.
"I get the point Tom," she turned robustly, wearing her transparent blue blouse that held tightly against her slender shoulders.
"What? this is crazy Kimberly and you know it."
"I'll take my chances Tom," she was done fastening her blue-black kilt around her waist. she was everything a man would want in a woman except for the fact that she felt hopeless in a city as New York.
"Why are you doing this?" Tom asked.
"I don't need to tell you my story Tom, when you're ready, you let me know and I'll be chomping on your little Joe between your fancy thighs." She snatched her black hand bag on the sofa that leaned to the big French window of the hotel and without a word plus, she sprang out, slamming the door violently as to dismiss the thought of haven been there in the first place. Her steps were hurried as she stemmed towards the elevator. The soft ding echoed throughout the vast corridor and then in a split second, the elevator door forked open.
If this is the sort of life for me, she thought, then I won't be needing any more of it. All the directors and owners of the most popular studios in New York had appreciated her potential and perfection in the business but she was more than stranded without a job to show for it. The only thing that was left was to trace her path into a new career. Perhaps getting a freelance job as a performing artist would be best for her in a town as such. Her thoughts kept floating between Tom and the many other directors who'd exuded such promises to no end.
Her little flat was dimly lit with the light from the TV. She was never a TV person but this early morning from a hotel suite had caused her to view life a little differently. Perhaps some music would help ease the tension and the pain, she thought, switching on to Trace and leaning back in her couch right before the phone buzzed through the kitchen. She hurried with the hope of having some potential client or agency but when she heard the voice of Martha, an old friend from her childhood, she broke down with a deep sigh. "Baby you almost gave me a heart attack," she said. "You don't say... Yes I would love to Martha... Oh that would be... Yes, yes," she gasped over the phone.
What are friends for if they can't stand by you in times of trouble? Martha had been working with a bank for four years after she graduated from the National University of Omaha and she could see to it that Kimberly gets a soft loan from the CEO himself, Willard Booth. Kimberly had dreamed of getting a licence to run her own studio and perhaps go on air in advertising whatever products would profit the market. Martha had insisted on her coming over to Texas to apply for a loan at the Willard's Grant's and Petit Trading Macro-Finance. Thrilled by the news that Martha could help, she made a reservation for the morning flight to Texas. She'd had enough with everyone wanting to toss her around like some sex poppet.
That evening, she had parked a few of her dresses and made a few phone calls to cancel whatever appointments she had for the week. The night seemed longer than she had ever experienced and thoughts of people like Tom and Jonathan were far from coming to the surface. "Alas," she muttered, drinking from a bowl of cornflakes and wishing it hadn't been a dream all along. She would be thankful to her stars and to God if it so happened that Martha was right about this Willard Booth of a man. "No Kim," she mumbled, after thinking of how the old man would ask her out for a sex date like everyone else. She tried to picture what he could look like and if Martha was so sure about the old fellow, she won't be needing a job at his bank.
Her thoughts drifted to sleep the more she tried to visualize what Booth looked like. An overall conclusion of her day was marked by the good news Martha had brought and the fact that she could leave a place as New York. She kept bouncing between her sleep as she couldn't wait the 10:00AM flight to Texas that morning. She had preferred to spend the night on her couch and not having to bother whether the TV stayed on all night or not. She wanted to forget about Tom, about Boyd, about Richard, all of them who wanted sex. She was going to start up her own studio no matter how small it would be.
However, she was the first on the morning line at the airport for the checks. She had everything complete and it didn't matter how long it would take for her to hop to Texas. She was eager and she knew she would find favor this time. Doing business with men had seemed futile and now that she could start up her own studio, it was better she started by drafting out a small business plan on how it would run the years. "Texas here I come," she mumbled as the plane took off after a while.