Make Mine A Monster: Monsterotica: Book 2 Read Online Free Page A

placed it on the table, bending over slightly, I began to slowly, meticulously fold the flimsy material while giving him an ample view of my tight-covered-in-short-khaki-shorts ass.
    “It is awfully hot in here.”
    Bending over to unhook my sandals, I heard Roy’s sharp intake of breath. When I stood, his eyes were focused on barely covered breasts.
    “Cowboy? Do you like what you see?” I squeezed them together, biting my bottom lip as Roy moved closer.
    “Oops!” The front hook of my bra came open on its own and there were my tits, free and ready for the taking.
    “Rosie.”
    Looking down, “Why yes, yes they are.”
    Roy and I were pulled together like animals in heat. A blur of cotton, denim and khaki flew across the room, combined with murmurs, kisses and animal-like growls as we undressed each other.
    Cowboy slid a condom out of his wallet and rolled it over his cock. He spun me around, holding me at the waist as he bent me over the smooth, pine table and plowed into me from behind. He was as large as I’d hoped and every thrust had me begging for more.
    “Harder, Cowboy! Faster! Giddy-up!” I reached behind him, smacking him on his pale, tight ass. “Ride me!”
    Roy obliged, driving deeper and quicker until he let out a holler, “Yeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaw!” with his release.
    Amusing in its own way, but just another reason that I found monster sex to be much more enjoyable. There were cheesy screams or eye-roll-worthy moments with Nessiana. I knew I needed to find another monster and soon.
    The mood completely ruined for me. As he finished emptying himself into his latex sheath. I glanced down at the floor and noticed he’d left his boots on while we fucked. A quick check over my shoulder and sure enough, he was wearing his Stetson as well. I felt dirtier than I ever had with Nessiana.
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    Without saying a word, we separated ourselves and pulled our clothes back on, Roy removing his hat and boots to re-dress and I found it rather annoying. At that point, all I wanted to do was get settled at the old farmhouse and grab a shower. I’d lost my appetite long ago, but I still had a cooler full of goodies should I need anything later on.
    Roy gathered my belongings from the truck and loaded them into a large wagon which was attached to his large, green tractor. The thing had monster-sized wheels and was loud as hell! How some women claim to find tractors to be sexy, I’ll never know.
    I’m sure he noticed the look of disgust upon my face, for he went on to explain; “After the recent rains, it’s pretty sloppy back there and I’d hate for you to get that purdy truck stuck in the mud back yonder.” He then, stuck a long, thin piece of what I assumed to be wheat, into his mouth where it lay nestled between the inside of his cheek and teeth. Once in a while, his tongue would poke out to readjust his new accent piece.
    What did women see in these cowboys? If he spit, I was going to lose my mind.
    “Thanks, Roy. I really appreciate you going out of your way like this.” I did, in fact, appreciate it. I just didn’t feel the need to have any further conversation with him that evening. Stick a fork in er’. She’s done. Oh my god! The local dialect was contagious.
    After he hauled my stuff into the house and showed me around, he gave a stern warning. “I won’t be around much tonight or early tomorrow. I’ll be at the festival. If yer’ still interested in going, I reckon I can give you a ride into town. Otherwise, don’t venture too far from the house. It’s a big place and a purdy, little thang like you could get lost.”
    Was he serious? “I did plan on going to the fest. But, I need to freshen up first and I have some research to get done before I do.”
    “Research? There ain’t any books here.”
    “Well, I do have my cell phone and a laptop.”
    “Good luck. I rarely get a signal out here. The tower isn’t that far away, but it ain’ t very dependable.”
    “Good to know.” Lovely.