FILTHY: A Steamy Romance Collection

by Brent, Amy

  Then, Friday night, when I’d been home a week, we were sitting on the front porch swing after dinner watching the sun go down when she said she had something to tell me.

  She had gotten a job, she said, one she’d applied for when she was still in grad school months ago.

  It was her dream job, messing with seeds or something like that.

  She had to be in Houston by Sunday night to start on Monday morning.

  The company had rented her a place to stay, a furnished apartment downtown. She could live there rent-free for three months to give her time to find a permanent place.

  I couldn’t recall ever seeing her so excited

  She wanted me to come with her.

  She was gonna make lots of money and could support us both.

  What did I think?

  Didn’t that sound great?

  “Well, I don’t know what to think,” I said honestly. “I mean, this is kind of out of the blue.”

  “Yes, well, I mean I know it is,” she said. Our legs were pressed together on the swing. My hand was on my knee. She reached over and covered it with her hand. “But think of it as an opportunity.”

  “An opportunity to do what?” I asked.

  “Well, to get off the circuit for good,” she said, squeezing my hand. “An opportunity to do something real with your life.”

  I frowned at her. “I have done something real with my life,” I said.

  “Well, I know, but I’m talking about doing something meaningful.”

  I kept frowning at her. If this was her way of delivering “good news” she wasn’t very good at it.

  I snapped a little at her. “Something meaningful, like working on seeds.”

  She took her hand off mine. “Well, yes, something other than riding silly old bulls.”

  I huffed at her. “Shelby, I have ridden a lot of bulls, but never one that was silly or old.”

  “You know what I mean,” she said.

  I shook my head. “No, ma’am, I don’t think I know what you mean. How about you explain it to me?”

  She turned sideways in the swing to face me. “Luke, how long do you think you can ride bulls for a living?”

  “I don’t ride bulls for a living,” I said honestly. “Hell, they’re ain’t much of a living in it.”

  “Exactly, so why do you do it?” She let her pretty eyes go around my face, like she was searching for the answer. “I mean, you’ve done it for six years and the only thing you have to show for it is a body covered with scars and a couple of silly belt buckles.”

  “Silly belt buckles,” I said. I was starting to seethe. I hadn’t been mad at anybody in a long time. I try to keep an even temper because I tend to do and say things I regret when I get mad. I dug my fingers into my knees and took a deep breath.

  “Are you all right?” she asked. “Your face is getting awfully red.”

  “Shelby, have you ever seen me mad?” I asked.

  She thought about it for a moment. “No, I don’t reckon I have.”

  I turned to glare at her. “Well, this is what mad looks like on me.”

  She swallowed hard. “Well, I don’t think I like it.”

  “Well, I’m sorry, but you brought it on,” I said, throwing my hands in the air. “Tell a man that he’s wasted his life doing meaningless things and this is what you get, Lil Sis.” I shook my head and tried to lower my boiling point a little. I didn’t want to go off on her, but goddamn it all, she was basically saying that I had wasted my life chasing a dream that didn’t mean jack shit. And now she wanted me to move to Houston and do what, keep house for her? No fucking way!

  Before I could say anything more, she put a hand on my arm and gave it a squeeze. “Oh my lord, do you know what this is?”

  I was still seething. I stared at the horizon and said, “A bunch of shit?”

  “No, it’s déjà vu.”

  That made me glance her way. “Deja what?”

  “Déjà vu,” she said with a soft smile. “It’s when you get that feeling that you’ve already experienced something before.”

  “You mean like us sitting here on this swing while you telling me how I’ve wasted my life.”

  “Something like that,” she said, her fingers digging into my arm and giving it a shake so I’d look at her. “We had a similar conversation right here six years ago, when I was trying to get you to move to College Station with me.”

  She was right. I remembered. I smiled and shook my head. “I’ll be damned,” I said. “You’re right.” I stared into her eyes and put my hand on top of hers. “As I recall, that conversation didn’t end well. And we didn’t speak for six years.”

  “Because I was a stupid girl,” she said. Her eyes welled with tears. She cupped my chin with her free hand. “I thought my dreams were more important than yours. I wanted you to forget about what you wanted and just come with me.” She bit her bottom lip as a tear streamed down her cheek. “And I’m doing it again.”

  I felt every ounce of anger leave my body as I put my hand on her cheek. “Shelby, I’m so proud for you. I know this is your dream job. I’m thrilled that your dreams are coming true. But you have to understand, I have dreams, too. They may not be as lofty as yours or pay anywhere as much, and usually I end up on my ass in the dirt, but it’s still my dream and I can’t ignore it. Do you understand?”

  “I do,” she said, leaning her forehead to rest against mine. “I reckon we just have to figure out how we can both chase our dreams and not lose each other again.”

  “Think we can?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she said, kissing me even though her Daddy and Cody were milling around inside the house. “I think we can.”

  Epilogue: Shelby

  I left for Houston that Sunday night and started my new job on Monday morning. I was immediately in my element. They handed me a lab coat and showed me to the lab and my heart did a happy dance. It was hard to believe this little girl from a dusty Texas cattle ranch was now doing research and development to create hybrid seeds that would help feed the world.

  The apartment they provided was nice: one bedroom, two baths, a decent sized kitchen. I couldn’t cook for shit, so I was glad to discover that downtown Houston was packed with restaurants, from fast food to gourmet. I usually ended up somewhere in the middle, though Luke always wanted a big steak when he was in town and hungry for a meal. Sometimes, after a good ride, he would even pick up the tab.

  Luke mended at the ranch for another week after I left, then joined me in Houston until the fall rodeo season started. After a few weeks, he claimed that he was good as new and ready to ride. His ability to drive me over the moon in the bedroom had returned in full force, but I made him bring me a note from the doctor that officially said he could go back to riding bulls.

  He called me a Nazi, but I didn’t mind.

  I would have hogtied that boy to the bed to keep him from getting back on a bull before his body was ready.

  Hmmm…

  Hogtie him to a bed, now that was a very interesting idea…

  * * *

  My intention was to hogtie Luke to the bed, but he said only if I went first. So, there I was, naked as a jaybird, spread eagle on the bed, with my wrists and ankles tied with scarves to the corner posts.

  Luke climbed onto the bed and got to his knees between my legs. My pussy was already sopping wet. It had started flowing like a river the moment I laid down and he started tying me up. I bit my bottom lip and watched Luke take his long cock in his hand. He grinned at me as he stroked its full length, bringing it to maximum size in an instant.

  The head was large and purple.

  Just looking at it made my blood boil and my juices flow.

  I wiggled my ass on the bed and gave him a nod.

  “You gonna just play with that thing or stick it inside me?”

  “Actually, I thought about going out for a beer,” he said with an evil grin, his free hand now sliding between my legs, moving up and down across my wet f
olds. “I mean, since you’re all tied up.”

  “Don’t you dare,” I said. “This was my idea. You can’t turn it around on me.”

  “Don’t worry,” Luke said, moving closer so he could swish around the head of his cock against my glory hole. “I ain’t going anywhere except here.”

  I closed my eyes as the head of his cock slid inside me, prying open my tight pussy. I pulled against the restraints, wanting to put my hands on him, but he had me tied tight.

  “You ain’t going anywhere either,” he said, sliding in an inch, then another, then another. I felt the tip of his cock hit my cervix. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes.

  Luke braced his hands on the bed beside me and starting moving his hips back and forth. I could feel him everywhere, as if he had invaded my body. My pussy tightened around his cock, gripping him, milking him as he slid in and out.

  “God… Shelby…” he said, the words coming in gusts as he pumped in and out of me. “Damn… girl… your pussy… so fucking… tight…”

  “Fuck me hard,” I moaned, staring into his eyes. My nipples were like large pink thimbles. I ached to have him touch them.

  As if he could read my mind, Luke’s hands found my tits and he squeezed my nipples hard between his fingers, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure shuddering through me.

  Luke’s hips started moving faster, thrusting into me, making the headboard slam into the wall. My tits flounced in his hands. His cock slid over my clit as he jackhammered into me. I could feel the orgasm building in me, like a raging flood about to burst through a dam.

  “Fuck… Luke… I’m… cumming…”

  He hammered faster. I could feel him in my chest, my throat, my head. “I’m … cumming… too…”

  The bed literally shook as he rammed his huge cock in and out of my slippery cunt. I thought we were going to knock the pictures off the wall. My orgasm shuddered through me and burst from my pussy, gushing hot tangy juice over Luke’s entire cock and balls.

  I felt Luke stiffen and his cock pulsated inside me, filling my cunt with his hot milky cum, warming me from the inside out. I blew out the breath I’d been holding and let my body go limp.

  I opened my eyes to find him watching me with a smile on his face. He was moving his hips slowly, his cock still inside me, both of us a sticky mess.

  “I think I’m having that déjà vu stuff,” he said.

  “The feeling that you’ve been here, done this before?” I asked with a dreamy smile.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said, lowering his lips to mine. “I hope I have it till the day I die.”

  “Me, too,” I sighed. “Many, many years from now.”

  THE END

  Part VI

  FILTHY DADDY

  This book was previously released as ‘Pretend Daddy’ and is being included in this collection as ‘Filthy Daddy.’

  Prologue

  Over and over, Jessica called my name as I continued to pleasure her. The despair in her voice and the shivers in her legs told me she was close to an orgasm, but I wasn’t done yet. I had told her that once she was mine, we would have fun with her ass and I had meant it. For this to be the orgasm she compared every other to, as I wanted it to be, I would have to give her every ounce of pleasure her body could endure.

  Pulling my lips away from her pussy for a moment, I looked up at her flushed face and ordered, “I want you to play with your nipples and don’t stop or close your legs until I tell you, okay?”

  “Yes . . .” Jessica moaned in desperation and quickly clamped her fingers around her nipples. “Just keep going, please . . . I’m so close, Ben.”

  A smirk curled up on my lips.

  “Hush, baby,” I said as I pulled my index finger from her center and replaced it with the pinky of my other hand. I pumped the smaller finger inside her a few times to coat it in her juices and added, “Daddy will take care of you,”

  Ben

  My groans filled the room like a perfect echo of how good the blow job had been. The brunette who was currently licking my cock clean was young, wild and hot—my three favorite traits in a woman. In addition to that, she had a mouth built like a vacuum cleaner, and though that would normally be enough to remedy a stressful week, tonight I required something a bit more potent to relieve my tension.

  Pressing my lips against hers in a passionate kiss, I slid my hands down her tits, ribs, and waist, until my fingers found the fleshy curve of her hips. Tightening my grip on her skin, I pulled her off me and tossed her backward into the mattress.

  A gasp passed through her lips and, for a moment, I thought she might complain about my roughness. To my surprise and delight, she didn’t. In fact, she gave me a wicked smile as she propped herself on her elbows and brazenly parted her knees giving me an unobstructed view of her massive tits and shaved pussy.

  My mouth watered at her brazen invitation. Although I couldn’t remember her name and knew I wouldn’t be able to recall her face tomorrow, her attitude would forever be engraved in my brain, and I wanted to make sure that once she left this hotel room, I would be branded in her mind as well.

  With my eyes locked with hers, I crawled to the middle of the king size bed where she was waiting. Her chest rose and fell with anticipation and my cock pulsed in the same cadence. Once she was within reach, I grabbed one of her feet and brought her ankle to my lips.

  She moaned and sighed and whispered my name as I kissed, licked and nibbled my way up her leg. The closer I got to her center, the louder the sounds became and soon they were reverberating through the walls like the sexiest soundtrack ever composed. Still holding her gaze, I pushed my tongue out of my mouth just enough to touch her folds.

  The sweet taste of her juices was enticing and urged me to go faster than what I had originally planned. Before I knew it, I was eating her like a starving man at a feast. Her moans were loud, her hands fisted my hair and mine found their way to her center.

  “Oh, shiiiit!” she cried as I pushed one and then two fingers inside her pussy.

  As my fingers fucked their way in and out of her body, my mouth drifted upward to her clit. Another delighted cry exited her mouth as my lips and tongue started to circle and pleasure the little nub. She clawed at my back and begged me not to stop with a desperation that fueled my desire—and my cock—to an uncomfortable level. All I wanted at that moment was to feel her come in my mouth and then fill her, once more, with my pleasure.

  When that sweet moment finally arrived, her cries filled the room, and her juices did the same to my mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the exquisite victory of bringing a gorgeous woman to a second orgasm and the incredible anticipation of what was to come.

  That precious moment, however, was tainted by the annoying ringing of my cell phone. With fire in my eyes, I turned my gaze to the nightstand where the offending noise was coming from.

  “You need to get that?” my delicious bedmate asked in a raspy, sexy tone.

  Her question made a sideways smirk form in my lips as I pulled my gaze from away from the stupid device and focused all of my attention on her.

  “No, baby. It’s my motto that the only thing important enough to interrupt a good fuck is death,” I stated as I removed my fingers from her center and glided my hands across her soft, olive skin. Then, in a low and decided tone, I added, “Since we’re both very much alive, the only thing I need right now is you on all fours.”

  A full on sexy smile curled on her lips as she quickly followed my command and got into position. Ignoring the annoying noise, I crawled across the huge bed and positioned myself behind her. The sight of her ass propped up in the air like that was so enticing I couldn’t help but touch her. Placing my open palms on the soft skin of her ass cheeks, I squeezed and opened them as I put the tip of my rock-hard cock at her opening.

  I kneaded her flesh and moved my hips in baby pulses against her, spearing her with my shaft just a little bit more every time before pulling back out. She was so wet, and I was so caught in
the moment that I only realized that my phone had stopped ringing when her moans started to sound unchallenged around me.

  Then, she looked over her shoulder at me and begged, “C’mon, baby. Fuck me like you mean it.”

  My smirk doubled in size as I looked down at her golden eyes and slowly started pushing myself all the way inside. In a tone that was almost menacing, I asked, “Is that really what you want? For me to fuck you like I mean it?”

  A spark shone in her eyes, and I knew I had made the right choice when I approached her at the hotel bar earlier that night. She was just as wild as I was, which told me that my already fun night was about to turn memorable.

  “Yes, that’s exactly what I want,” she replied in a sexy whisper as I pulled myself out of her.

  As soon as those words were out of her mouth, I smiled, grabbed her by the hip and slammed into her with every ounce of desire and stamina I had. She moaned, but before the sound was completely out of her lips, I rose my hand and slapped her firm, round ass which turned the sound into a delicious groan.

  Waiting at her entrance for just a second, I looked at her in search of any sort of objection but saw only an approving smirk. Propelled by that, I dug my fingers into her skin a little deeper and started a satisfying cycle of pounding and spanking until her ass was a lovely shade of pink and my body was wound so tight with an approaching orgasm I thought I would explode.

  The build-up started growing, my heart started pounding, and the room was filled with the sexiest sounds known to men. Then, as I felt her tighten around and my cock pulse with the prelude of my orgasm, my damned phone started ringing again.

  A loud groan bubbled up from my chest as I forced myself to zoom out the sound and focused only on the delicious sensation bursting through every nerve cell in my body. As she cried something that vaguely resembled my name, I pulled out of her and stroke my cock until her ass was completely coated with my seed.