Hot Buckle Bunny: Savin’ A Horse & Ridin’ A Cowboy ♕

I have always loved a hot muscular Cowboy

Every girl wants a horse and this hot buckle bunny was no exception. I was no exception and I got a horse and learned to ride. It was the greatest thing on earth. At least this is what I originally thought when I was young. I wasn’t into the sidestepping, no I wanted speed. I wanted the hat. And of course, I needed the cool boots. It was the rodeo for me. I loved barrel racing and trick riding. Then I got older and it was the ever-so-hot muscular rodeo cowboy.

Justin is a bull rider. Standing 8 inches taller than me, hazel eyes, and oh the muscles on that man. With his half smile and all-knowing eyes. The way he would gaze at me was like he already had intimate knowledge of my body. Was I willing to just be another buckle bunny? I had watched his bull riding. Who hadn’t? Moving in time with the bull. Clinging to his back. What would it be like to ride him at a gallop? Everything I always wanted I got. I wanted Justin. I wanted to know how he would feel inside of me. His callused hands moved over my tender skin.

Was I A Hot Buckle Bunny?

Justin and I kept winning the competitions. We went to the dances together as he is the Bull riding Champion and I am the Barrel racing Champion. We dined and danced until the moon was high in the sky. The season was at the end. I suggested a walk around the grounds with just the two of us and then I could check on my horse. His hand moved to the small of my back as we walked out into the moonlight. As we wandered around the grounds heading for the stables I felt his hand resting on the small of my back lower to my ass.

The breeze played with my sensitive nipples. I wanted Justin badly. He lowered his head so that his mouth grazed along my ear as he asked if I wanted to go into the stables. I nodded slowly. My legs felt like jelly. Barely able to get one foot in front of the other.

Walking into the stables with only the moon for a guide, the scent of hay and horses all around me. He leaned around me and flicked on the overhead light casting a glow over us. His eyes never left mine as he pulled his shirt from his pants and started to unbutton his shirt. Displaying his rock-hard abs from keeping in shape to ride bull after bull night after night. I stood rooted gaping at him as he unzipped my dress and I stepped out of it. My dress followed his shirt to the loose hay pile behind him.

It Was Then I Realized I Belonged To Him

No words were spoken as he grasped my waist, picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He was finally going to fuck his favorite hot buckle bunny. One around secured me to him as his mouth came down onto mine. His free hand unfastened his belt and opened his zipper. I felt his huge cock on my ass, breaking the kiss he lifted me higher, turning so that my back was on the wall. Reaching down I grasped his cock and brought it to my soaking wet pussy. Pushing me into the wall he buried his hard shaft all the way inside of me. Gasping in shock at how big he was. Filling me, stretching me, making me his.

He fucked me until I screamed his name, arching off of the wall. My juices coated his cock as he continued to pound into me until he reached his own release. Cuming inside of me is filling me up. It was then I knew that this bull rider was the one to claim me and ride me like he does a bull. Proving me wrong thinking I only ever needed my Stallion. Justin was the stallion I wanted to ride more than anything. Feeling Justin lower me to the makeshift bed and pull me in close still inside of me, for now, I was content just knowing that this Cowgirl just rode the only Bull Riding Cowboy she ever wanted to.