I groan as I lay eyes on my boyfriend. Fuck…The hunter stands there looking sexy as hell in jeans and cowboy boots, with a leather vest and Stetson on his head. "S-Sam…I'm in the middle of writing a story."

"Finish it later. I want to play." He lassos me, slowly and seductively reeling me in.

"Fuck…I can't fight this. When you're this sexy, I can't even-." I find myself mumbling under my breath as he pulls me into a deep possessive kiss that leaves my knees weak.

"Mmm, I know baby." He murmurs into my mouth as I breathe in his heady scent, losing all desire to fight this. All I know is I want him in me, giving me a hard and dirty ride.

"Sam, please…n-need you." It's whimpered out, hardly coherent and he growls at it, enjoying my loss of speech.

"My sexy writer goes incoherent. Unf." The growl that follows is enough to send me tearing at his big belt buckle, desperate to have him inside me.

He's just as desperate to strip me as he whispers dirty promises into my ear. He promises the ride will be rough and dirty, the way I like it as he pins me to the bed, biting at my neck.