Authors: Vanessa Vale
She moaned and I slipped my finger all the way in to the hilt, curling the tip so that I could rub over her front wall and find that spot I knew would make her melt all over my hand.
"I'll fill you with my seed, but I'll still be hard. I've been hard for you for months. Maybe I'll go around to the other side of the bed, slide you over so your head hangs off the side and have you lick me clean, then I'll fuck your mouth. At that angle I'll be able to go nice and deep. Have you ever had a cock down your throat, baby?"
She shook her head then cried out my name when I found that spongy little spot inside. "Right there, is it?" I crooked my finger again and again.
"Where was I?" I asked. I could feel her thigh muscles clench and shudder against my neck. "Your throat, right. With your arms pinned to your side, you'll have to take me. Maybe then, when I've marked you with my seed in two of your holes, I'll get you completely naked and on your hands and knees. There's one hole left I'll need to claim."
From my position, I had an up close glimpse of this last hole. Her ass was a perfect pink rosette, winking at me as I bumped and nudged that special spot far up in her pussy. My hand was slick with her juices, her body dripping with need and desire. I wanted to fuck that dark hole, stretch her wide open and make her truly mine. I doubted Aaron had gotten near her ass. He may have taken her virginity, but her ass was mine.
"Have you been fucked in the ass, baby?"
"No," she panted.
"So this is a little virgin hole?" I asked, my thumb brushing over that sensitive ring.
"Oh! I've never—"
"You will. And soon." I felt eagerness laced with male pride knowing I'd be the one to show her the delights of a good ass fucking. But first, first I'd taste her.
Enough talking. My mouth watered in anticipation. I slipped my finger from her and licked it. She was as sweet as I'd expected. Hot and tangy. Delicious. Her eyelids drooped as she watched me. I slipped my finger across her slit, lifted it up, showed her the glistening wetness then ran the pad of my finger across her plump lower lip. "Taste."
Her little pink tongue darted out and flicked over my finger and I groaned, knowing that kitten like move on my cock would make me shoot my cum on her face. "Open up. Suck it clean," I growled, pushing my finger between her lips.
She took it into her hot mouth, her cheeks pulling in as she sucked my digit. Awareness flared in her eyes when she saw how affected I was. It was readily apparent on my face because I burned for her.
Pulling my finger free, I clamped my hands on her thighs. The thin material of her drawers clung to her skin, wet and transparent with her juices. I dove down, my mouth latching on to her exposed pussy, my tongue running the full length of her slit and up to circle her clit.
She would have bucked off the bed if I didn't hold her down. I didn't stop my assault. She'd been taunting me for so long, it was time I made her feel as I. Desperate, out of control, insane. I did this by nibbling on her dainty little pussy lips, flicking over her clit, my fingers, one then two, plunging into her tight pussy mimicking what my cock would soon do. It wasn't long before she came and I could feel it's approach by the way her body tightened, her breath held and her feet dug into my back. She still wore her boots and I'd surely have bruises, but I didn't care.
"Seth!" she screamed. I didn't relent on my attentions as she came, but lessened the intensity of my assault until I was kissing the inside of her creamy thigh, one then the other, until she lay limp and wilted upon the bed.
"Did you like that?" I murmured.
"You know I did," she countered.
I lifted my chin and gave her a wicked grin, knowing she could see my mouth and chin were slick with her desire.
"Then you will like it better once I shave you. I want to see your pussy all pink and pretty, not hiding behind anything."
I gave a gentle tug on her silky dark curls.
"Shave me?" she asked, confusion marring her brow.
"Mmm," I replied. "It will be my job to keep you nice and smooth. It will be your job to present your pussy to me to do so."
She slipped one thigh off my shoulder, then the other. I could have easily kept them there, but I let her do so for she couldn't close up her legs, my large body keeping her spread open so prettily.
"Seth, let me have my hands. Please," she begged.
I shook my head slowly as I stood, kicked off my boots and undid the placket of my pants. She forgot her interest in her pinned arms and closing her legs and was entranced by the appearance of my burgeoning cock. When she gasped at the sight of it, I grabbed it at the base and stroked up the long length. "I told you I was big."
Her eyes widened. "Seth, that's not going to fit. I mean," she licked her lips in possible anticipation and hesitation, "I'm not a virgin, but Aaron only took me a few times."
My hand paused and I looked at her to assess the truth of her words. "He only fucked you a few times? Was he sick?"
Unfortunately, some of her pleasure faded. "No. He was in love with Julia Lanesport."
"He fucked her?" I asked, my voice going loud with surprise. "While you were married?"
She tried to close her legs but I wouldn't let her. There would be no secrets between us, whether they be words or her body.
"No. He was honorable. It was I, in fact, who suggested he have an affair with her. It was the only way he could have her, you see, but he died first."
She'd committed a minor sin, the only infraction was being caught, and was to suffer the consequences the rest of her life. "You weren't the only one at fault, baby."
"I kissed him," she replied.
I placed on hand on the bed beside her head and leaned over her. "Did he push you away?"
"No."
"Did he kiss you back?"
"Yes."
"Then Aaron was as much at fault as you, regardless of who held his heart."
"But—"
"No," I said clearly and with finality. "He should have known better. I doubt you were the first miss to want his attentions."
She flushed prettily, but it was out of hurt and shame. I took her chin in my other hand and made her look at me. "There's nothing to which you should feel shame. He was the man and he should have known better. By not pleasing you, he wasn't doing his job and for that, I want to bring him back from the dead and punch him in the nose."
Her eyes widened, then she laughed, the soft sound filling some empty spaces in my heart. It was so easy to succumb to her, for I fear I'd lost myself to her months ago. "Your pussy, then, must be aching." I grabbed her hips and hooked them about my waist as I aligned my cock up to her needy pussy.
"Oh yes," she sighed.
"I vow, Rachel, that you will want for nothing ever again. Whether it be words or affection or a hard fucking, I will take care of you." I reached down between us and aligned my cock to her scalding hot pussy. Grabbing her behind one knee, I pushed her leg toward her chest and slid my cock into her all the way in one deep, slick stroke.
We both groaned. Her inner walls clenched and milked my cock as if trying to pull it in deeper.
She shifted her hips. "Seth, you're too big."
"No. Relax. Settle. Give it a moment." My words were costing me, holding still was torture to my cock. My balls drew up tight.
"I need my hands," she replied, shifting. Her breasts swayed with the motion and I lowered my head to suck on her left nipple. "Seth, please, I need—"
Lifting my head, I gave her my answer. "No." I ground my hips against her, pushing myself into her even deeper. "I will take care of you." I repeated my words and I started to move, using my body as a vow to her.
"But—"
"Shh," I soothed, giving her a moment to recognize she could do nothing but feel.
I pushed off my hand and stood. "Wrap your legs around me."
She did as bid, her ankles circling at the small of my back. I took her soft, plush hips in my hands and began to fuck her in earnest, deep filling strokes like a piston. In this position I was able to fill her so that the head of my cock nudged her womb, over and over.
I wasn't going to last as fucking her had been the main dream I had for months. I could feel my orgasm at the base of my spine, my cum boiling in my balls. My thumb ran over her clit, all hard and protruding from her stretched folds, then pressed hard. She came, her back bowing, her scream caught in her throat. The milking of my cock had me thrusting deep one last time until I was fully embedded, my seed pulsing in thick jets into her, filling her. I rubbed out the last of the pleasure, and watched as my cum seeped out around my cock, her pussy overflowing with my huge size and overwhelming quantity of seed. Her feet came undone and I lowered her legs back to the bed.
She was asleep, her creamy thighs coated, her perfect pussy all red and swollen, drenched in her arousal and my seed. Yes, she would be shaved, for the thick essence clung to the dark curls. Dampening a cloth in the washroom, I returned to find her unmoved and was able to look my fill at her perfect body as I cleaned my sticky cum from her pussy.
I couldn't help but feel virile in my ability to render my wife unconscious with pleasure. I, too, was overwhelmed, the room hazy and my body weary from the claiming. Tossing back the covers, I carefully worked her wrists free from the dress, slipped it down and off her body before moving her, situating myself behind her like two spoons in a drawer. Once we had a little nap to replenish our energy, I would take her again.
RACHEL
Seth was asleep behind me. I knew this because I shifted ever so slightly and he didn't move. He had one arm over my waist with the large hand cupping my breast. He wouldn't keep his hand motionless in such a place if he were awake. I lay there, securely surrounded by him, his warm body like a cast iron stove, emitting heat that I knew could keep me warm on a cold Montana night. The hairs on his chest tickled my back. I felt petite beside him, his impressive size offered me the sense of security. The way he took control, held me captive while he took me gave me the sense of absolute possession. I reveled in it.
In a matter of hours, I'd gone from alone to wedded and bedded. Seth had learned I had a passionate nature, he'd prodded the words from me when we'd stood near the saloon. Instead of heeding my warning and leaving me alone, he'd done the opposite. He, along with a large portion of the town, had dragged me to the alter to maintain my virtue. Even though I had been a widow and the rules varied slightly, one didn't just go kissing on a public street. And this hadn't just been a kiss. This was a claiming. I was as good as wed when his mouth met mine.
Carefully, I rolled over, slipping out from beneath his arm so I lay on my side facing him. His hair was so much lighter than mine and a tad long. It curled up around the bottom of his hat and now, without it, it was mussed as if I'd run my fingers through it. Which I hadn't. The man had been a beast, keeping my arms trapped in the confines of my dress. I couldn't feel how silky soft his hair was, couldn't run my fingers over every burgeoning muscle. I couldn't touch his impressive cock. All I'd been able to do when he'd taken me was...feel.
I forgot I'd trapped Aaron. I forgot I should have been more demure in my pleasure. I forgot...everything. I'd never come before at a man's hand. Or mouth. It had always been under the cover of darkness and alone. After the first few nights, Aaron had moved to a different bedchamber from mine and left me alone. Not just alone, but lonely.
Here before me was a brute of a man, a true giant. I felt his warm breath fan my face as he breathed and he seemed so gentle, so tender. Even with the harsh line of his jaw, the crooked bridge of his nose that indicated a fighting past, I knew him to be so. He'd taken me not gently, but with vigor. Not roughly, but with intent. Intent on pleasing me, on showing me that my pleasure was his pleasure. What made me aroused made him equally so, if not more. I felt safe in sharing my carnal desires.
I had no knowledge of the time it took to want again, but it seemed with Seth, it was a very short duration. I knew not how long I napped, but I was ready for him again. My inner walls clenched in anticipation of his cock sliding in and out of me. My clit pulsed, wanting to feel his tongue. My lips tingled in need of his kiss.
He'd had his opportunity to study me, to work my body like an instrument, and now the turn was mine. I lowered the sheet down over his hip to expose his cock, partially erect even in sleep. Tentatively and very lightly, I ran my finger over the wide crown, warm and silky soft. As I circled the ridged edge, it grew before my eyes, lengthening and thickening so it extended out from his body and curved toward his navel. The thatch of hair at its base was slightly darker than on his head and his balls were large and heavy. He was the perfect male specimen, his virility blatant.
"Wrap your hand around it," Seth murmured, startling me.
My eyes flew up to meet his, his blue ones clear and intent on my face. I felt like a child with her hand caught in the cookie jar and pulled my hand free.
"No. Don't stop."
I read no malice in his tone or his expression so I lowered my gaze and my hand back to his cock. I did as he said and held it in my grip, although my hand was so small that I couldn't grip it all the way around. Sliding my hand down to the base, Seth hissed through closed teeth.
"Am I hurting you?" I whispered. As I did so, clear fluid seeped from the slit at the top.
"See that, it shows how much I want you."
I dipped my thumb in the wetness and smeared it over the large head. I moved my hand up and down the length as if he were deep inside of me, although my actions were primitive and fumbling. It was so hard like a club, yet soft to the touch and silky smooth. I wondered what he tasted like. Glancing up at him to gauge his reaction, I saw that his eyes were closed, his jaw clenched tightly. He'd said he wasn't in pain, so it must be arousal. I felt wetness on my pussy and thighs as I, too, felt the need build.
Lowering my head, I kept a firm grip of the base and flicked my tongue over the weeping slit.
Seth's entire body bucked off the body. "Holy hell, woman." His voice was loud in the room. "That's fucking incredible. Do it again."
At first I thought him mad, but then I realized I'd stunned him, just as he'd done for me when he'd put his mouth on me. Shifting, I moved to my knees and bent forward so I could take more of him. More fluid dripped down his length and I licked it up, my tongue following a bulging vein as it did so. He tasted salty and musky, the scent of him filling my nose; clean and male and something entirely all Seth. I opened my mouth wide to take the plum shaped top, then relaxed to slide down further. I couldn't take his full length, he was just too large, but I grasped the base in my hand and worked as much of it as I could.
Before I could register what Seth was doing, he'd grabbed my hips and lifted me so I was astride him, then pulled me back so that his mouth was on my pussy. "Seth! What are you doing?"
I turned to look at him over my shoulder and he peeked at me from around my thigh. "If you're going to have a little snack, I want one too."
He grinned and then went back about his task, making a sigh escape my lips. The man had a wicked tongue, for it was moving over my clit in a way that had me squirming. It was hard to focus on his cock with the very focused attention he placed on me, but I took him back into my mouth. When he slipped fingers inside me—I knew it had to be more than one by the way I was stretched wide—I lifted my head once again. "Seth, it's my turn to play."
He lifted me off of him and tossed me across the bed as he came up on his elbow. "You want to play, baby?" He raised an eyebrow to match his question, his finger drawing a small circle on my thigh.
His bobbing cock was wet and glistening from my mouth, red and almost angry looking. It needed attention, that I could tell.
I nodded and licked my lips, longing to taste him some more.
"The only way you'll be in control is if you tie me down." He lifted his arm and knocked the metal slats with his fingers. His words had me meeting his gaze. "There's some rope in the kitchen on a hook by the door."
I looked at him in surprise at his offer to tie him to the headboard. He just tilted his head in the direction of the door. The idea that I could have my way with him held merit...and fun. I'd be able to run my hands over his body, feel every hard inch of him, learn the shape and contours of a man. Play with his burgeoning cock. I scooted off the bed and picked up my dress.
"No dress." He shook his head and raked his gaze over my body. "I want you naked as you walk through the house." My face must have shown the uncertainty that I felt. "No one else is here, baby. You're safe."
The air was warm but I shivered at the idea. Eagerness to have Seth at my mercy was stronger than my need for modesty and I walked in my bare feet down the hallway to the stairs. I hadn't had a chance to see much of his house before as I was in Seth's arms, but I took in the vast size of his home and realized my husband was not without means. He did own one of the town's thriving silver mines, so it was not a surprise. I found the kitchen at the back of the house, a large room that had conveniences such as a pump sink and a modern cast iron stove. A large table was positioned in the middle of the room which seemed to serve as a place to prepare food but also to eat meals. I found the coils of rope that hung from pegs by the exterior door and took a short length down. When I turned around, I bumped into Seth's broad, solid chest.
"Oh!"
His big hands took hold of my upper arms to steady me. As I looked up at him, he took the rope from me.
"Seth, I thought—"
He turned us both, as if in a dance, and walked me backward so the backs of my thighs bumped into the table. I felt every inch of his nakedness, his cock, hard and thick, pressed into my belly.
"I said the only way you could take control was if you tied me up." He placed the rope on the table behind me and stroked my wild hair back from my face. "We've been married two hours, baby. Do you think I've done everything I've been dreaming about yet?"
"Um, well...." As lusty as he was, his question appeared rhetorical.
"You led me on a merry chase for three months. I've got plans. One of these days, maybe, you can have your way with me. In the meantime, thank you for getting the rope for me."
Before I could mutter that I'd gotten the rope for
me,
I saw the predatory gleam in his eye and I knew whatever he had planned I was going to probably like it.
He picked up the short rope and tied it around one wrist, carefully testing the knot to ensure it wasn't too tight, letting the long end dangle to the floor. "Don't move," he murmured.
I stood there as he went to retrieve more from the peg. When he returned, he tied my other wrist in a similar fashion.
"You had me wandering around town like a lovesick teenager for months. Turn around and lean over the table, feet on the floor." As Seth spoke, I did as he said and I felt his large hand on my back and gently pushed, lowering me so my breasts and belly were pressed against the cool wood. My head was near one end, my bottom over the edge of the other. As he walked around the table, he continued. "My friend Liam commented on how you were leading me around with my balls in your hand."
I looked up at him as he spoke, his cock right in my line of vision and near my face. All he had to do was step forward and he could push himself deep into my mouth. He knelt down and tied the rope from my right wrist to the table leg.
"He was correct. I let you lead and it only kept us apart for three months. So I'm taking over. It's my turn to keep you just where I want you and we'll have a much happier outcome." He repeated his actions on my left side so that my arms were spread wide and secured across the surface. "The only way to ensure that is to tie you down."
I couldn't see him from my position, but when I felt more rope being wrapped around my ankle, I knew he'd gone to the wall to retrieve more. He pulled my leg wide and tied it into place, then the other. There was no give, no movement. I felt trussed like a holiday goose.
He checked the comfort of my ankles, then my wrists, then knelt down in front of me so his blue eyes met mine.
"All right?" he asked, ensuring there were no spots of discomfort. The only discomfort I felt was being exposed in such a way, my pussy blatantly open. Cool air caressed my heated flesh.
I licked my lips. "Yes."
He gave me a quick, fierce kiss, then stood and went around behind me.
"I love seeing you like this," he said, his hand running over my bottom. I startled at the touch, then settled. "Your pussy's all wet. I can see how slick you are from here and I haven't even touched you. Do you like being tied down for me to use as I see fit?"
I didn't answer, just reveled in his words. They did arouse me. I did like how he had me at his mercy. A sharp crack filled the air and a second later felt the stinging slap that accompanied it. He spanked me!
I bucked, but couldn't move. "Seth!" I shouted.
"I asked you a question."
He had? I'd forgotten. "What?"
"I can do anything I want to you and you can't do anything about it. Does that appeal to you?"
His palm cupped the spot he spanked. "Don't lie, baby."
"Yes," I whispered.
"Good."
Spank.
"By the time I let you up there will be no doubt in your mind who you belong to."
Spank. Spank.
His hand struck the fleshy part of my bottom over and over, each time heating up a different spot.
"Why are you spanking me?" I asked, wincing at the sting.
"Because you were a bad girl avoiding me like you were. Protecting me when it's my job to protect you."
"I am a bad girl," I cried, right after one particularly hard spank. "I like what you do to me."
He soothed me by running his palms gently over my heated flesh, letting the warmth seep in, then slipped a finger to my pussy and over my slick, sensitive folds. I couldn't help the moan that slipped past my lips. "See?"
"No, you're not a bad girl," he replied as he continued to play with my pussy, both of his hands busy there. One finger was on my clit, another slipped deep inside. "You're a dirty girl, and just for me."
I moaned when he stopped playing with my clit, his thumb sliding higher to touch my back entrance, my body bucking at the illicit contact. "Seth!" When his finger circled the puckered hole and began to push in slightly, a cried out his name again, yet in a completely different tone. I had no idea his attentions there would feel so good. He slid his thumb down to my wetness and back to make the spot slick.
"We're the same, baby. I love it when you're dirty for me. I'm going to fuck this perfect ass soon enough. For now though, I'm going to play and get you stretched open for me."