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The scent of sawdust and leather hung thick in the air as Emily wobbled off the bull, her legs trembling like newborn foal's. The stranger's calloused hands lingered at her waist a heartbeat too long before she stumbled back into the cheering crowd. A fresh wave of heat crept up her neck—not just from embarrassment, but from the slickness still clinging to her inner thighs.

"Five *thousand* for the next ride!" Kevin's voice cracked as he waved the overflowing donation bucket, his gaze darting between Emily's flushed face and the damp patch on the stranger's jeans. The crowd erupted. A new man shouldered forward—taller, broader, with sun-bleached hair curling at his collar and a grin that made Emily's stomach flip.

"Mind if I cut in, darlin'?" He tossed a wad of bills into the bucket without looking, his eyes locked on Emily's as he swung onto the bull behind her. The moment his chest pressed against her back, she felt it—the thick outline of his erection already straining against his jeans, hotter and harder than the last rider's.

The bull jerked to life beneath them, sending Emily sliding back into his lap with a gasp. His hands clamped around her hips like vises, guiding her into the rhythm with rough expertise. Every downward grind sent his cock rubbing against her entrance through the thin fabric of her ruined skirt, the friction so maddeningly close to where she needed it that tears pricked at her lashes.

"Easy now," he murmured against her ear, his breath hot and whiskey-sweet. His thumbs dug into the dip of her waist, tilting her pelvis just so—and suddenly the ridge of his zipper found her clit with each upward thrust of the bull. Emily's nails bit into his denim-clad thighs as pleasure coiled tight in her belly, the crowd's cheers fading into white noise.

The bull bucked violently, slamming her down onto his lap with enough **** to make stars burst behind her eyelids. His groan vibrated through her whole body as his cock twitched against her, the wet spot on his jeans spreading where she rocked against him. Emily's breath hitched—she could feel every inch of him through the fabric, thick and pulsing against her entrance with each ragged thrust of his hips.

"That's it," he growled when her thighs trembled around his, his calloused fingers sliding higher to brush the underside of her breasts. The sequined top had ridden up completely, leaving her nipples pebbled and exposed to the fairground lights. His wedding band was cold against her overheated skin as he pinched one peaked bud between rough fingers, sending a jolt straight to her core.

Emily's back arched involuntarily, pressing her ass harder against his lap as the bull spun them in tight, torturous circles. The stranger's hips stuttered beneath her, chasing his own release as much as hers, his cock rutting against her through damp denim. She could feel his heartbeat pounding where their bodies met, could smell the salt of his sweat mingling with leather and sawdust—could taste her own moans on the humid Texas air.

When the bull suddenly jerked sideways, his zipper caught her clit just right. Emily came with a choked cry, her thighs clamping around his as waves of pleasure crashed over her. The stranger buried his face in her neck with a guttural groan, his hips bucking wildly as he ground against her through his own climax, his cock twitching against her entrance in ragged pulses.

The operator's laughter cut through the haze as the bull slowed to a stop. "Damn if that ain't the best show this fair's ever seen!" he cackled, slapping the control panel. The stranger lifted Emily off his lap with shaking hands, his jeans dark with more than just sweat. Emily's legs nearly gave out when her feet hit the sawdust, her ruined skirt clinging to her thighs.