by Lux Miller
I shudder as I glance down at Raven. Seeing my cock disappear into her mouth and knowing that she’s fully aware of what’s going on just might make me come on the spot. I mean, sure, she’s sucked me off more than once before, but she didn’t know what she was doing then. I jump in surprise as her teeth rake across the top of my dick. Apparently, she still doesn’t but in a whole different way. At least now she knows she’s doing it, but holy shit, she’s got to stop using her teeth. I’m not a teeth man.
I tug gently on her hair, and she glances up at me from her knees, her cheeks puffed out from the effort of holding my dick in her mouth. It’s incredibly arousing to see a beautiful woman in nothing but black, lacy underwear with my cock buried in between her lips, but you know what would be hotter? Her laying spread-eagle on my bed while I feast on her pussy. I groan just thinking about it and tug up on her hair. She lets my dick slip out of her mouth and looks up at me with fear on her face, like she’s done something wrong.
No way in hell am I going to complain about anything she does right now. For all intents and purposes, this is probably her first time doing anything that she’ll remember. I owe it to her, and to myself… hell, to all of mankind, to teach her everything I know. And what I know, is that I’m dying to get my tongue inside that slit of hers again. Physically, Raven is exactly the same as Queenie, and this time… I’m not going to stop until she’s mewling with release.
“Come up here, Raven…”
She swallows and nods, slowly coming to her feet. Before she can ask if she did something wrong, I cover her lips with mine and wrap my arms around her waist, lifting her off her feet. She gasps into my mouth, but I shake my head as I encourage her to wrap her legs around my waist so that I don’t drop her. When she does, I slide my hands to her ass, groaning at the sensory overload of feeling both the scratchy lace and her smooth skin on my palms. I dig my hands into her asscheeks, and she gasps into my mouth before pulling away from the kiss.
“Hunter...what? What’re you doing?”
I smile and walk over to my bed, a huskiness overtaking my voice. “I’m going to show you everything you’ve been missing. I know you’re not ready to fuck me yet. There’s no way I could expect you to be. Your body may be ready, but you’re not... “
She opens her mouth to argue, and I toss her backwards onto my bed. She bounces with a soft squeak, looking up at me in alarm as I kick my underwear the rest of the way off. I stand still as Raven stares at me, her mouth hanging half open at my nakedness. I’m not ashamed of it, and the erection that’s at full salute is for her anyway, so there’s nothing to hide. I crawl on the bed beside her, hovering over her tiny body as I bring my lips to the side of her neck.
“Raven, if you want me to stop, tell me to stop. Don’t you dare go through with anything you’re not completely comfortable with, promise?”
She nods a little, swallowing hard. I know she’s nervous, but I also know that she’s aroused. I can smell it in the air, the sweet scent of musk that’s emanating from between her legs. God, I need to taste that sweetness again, but I have to give it time. Give her time. I have to properly prep this woman for sex like it’s her first time physically too.
I drag my teeth down the side of her neck, nibbling at the veins that pulse under the softness of her skin. Her eyes flutter closed, and I grin to myself, bringing my hand up onto her stomach. I splay my fingers out against her creamy white skin and edge them up along the smoothness of her belly until they encounter the flimsy bra. I edge my fingers up underneath the fabric, and I feel her tense the moment the pads of my fingers brush along her right nipple.
She arches her back slightly, and I grin against her neck, trailing my lips up along her chin and finally settling on her mouth as I devour it hungrily. I push my hand further underneath the bralette and cup her breast in my hand. It squishes in my grasp, and the resulting moan from Raven sends shockwaves straight to my dick. It twitches angrily like it’s ready for me to get the show on the road. Normally, I wouldn’t be a man for much foreplay… let her suck my dick for a couple minutes, lick her cunt to get it wet, shove a couple fingers inside her to prepare her, then ram my cock home until we both reach our release.
But that’s not what I want with Raven, and I highly doubt it’s what she wants with me. Truthfully, I’ve already had that with her, when she high out of her mind, and while it felt good, it wasn’t satisfying. It felt rushed and cheap. I want this to feel gratifying for us both, no matter how long it takes. I break my lips away from hers and sit up, looking down at her as I lick my lips. She looks nervous as hell, which is insane. She’s gorgeous. She has no reason to be nervous, and I’m going to make sure I put those nerves to bed.
I scoot my second hand up underneath her bra and use my wrists to push the lace up out of the way. Her breasts spill out from underneath the sheer fabric, and I lick my lips in anticipation of sucking on the puckered buds that harden at the whoosh of cold air. I bring my hands back down over the mounds of flesh and gather her nipples between my thumbs and forefinger, lightly rolling them into peaks.
Her eyes drift shut as her head lolls back on the pillow, on my pillow. I may have been with plenty of women in my lifetime, but never in my own bed. It’s always been a standing rule that nothing cheap is ever allowed in the sanctuary of my bed. And I’m so damn glad I kept to that rule, because seeing Raven with her hair haloed around her head on my pillow is the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.
I lean down over her and replace my left hand with my mouth, sucking the swollen nub between my lips as she keens underneath me. My heart is pounding in my chest as she writhes beneath me. I lave my tongue around her nipple, then push my left hand down her body, into the damn-near see-through underwear that is the last thing that stands between her total nakedness and my eyes.
I shudder as I slide my hand down over a thin patch of hair. My middle finger hits the wetness first as it slips inside her slit. She tenses underneath me as I plunge that finger inside her wet warmth, then drag it back up along her clit. Gasping, she arches her back into me again, her arms wrapping around the back of my neck and her fingers twisting into the hair at the nape of my neck. She tugs harder and harder until I come up for air from her breast, casting my eyes up to her. I’m half-expecting to see the familiar snarl and glassy-eyes of Queenie, but I don’t. Staring back at me is heavy-lidded green in the brightest shade I’ve ever seen.
I grunt and capture her lips with mine, pushing both my middle and index finger inside of her tight, little cunt as our lips collide. The muscles inside of her pussy tighten around my fingers, and it’s taking everything inside me to keep this adventure from turning frenzied. Because right now, I’m like a shark that’s just tasted blood. I’ve known what I needed, and this little sample of what her pussy is capable of has my dick so hard, it’s almost painful. But not yet. I’m not a savage man and she’s no whore. Despite her reputation, the woman below me is one of the purest, most innocent beings I’ve ever encountered, and I’m not going to rush her into intimacy, even if my cock feels like it’s going to burst from anticipation.
I pull back from her mouth and sit up, watching her face as I pump my fingers inside of her, rubbing circles around her clit with my calloused thumb. Her breathing is already staccatoed, but I know that she’s about to find it a lot harder to breathe as I scoot down her body. “Do you trust me?”
Raven’s eyes struggle to focus on me for a moment, but when they do, she nods quickly, relaxing the muscles in her thighs as I pry them open. I settle myself on my knees between her legs and pull from my fingers from inside of her, licking them clean as she watches. I reach up and tug the flimsy panties off of her and drop them onto the floor beside my bed, staring at the goddess-like beauty before me. “Then lay back and relax and don’t hold anything back.”
She opens her mouth to say something, but never gets the chance to say it as I bury my face into her pussy, lapping up the sweetness of her juices as I thrust my tongue along her sl
it and then deep inside her cunt, grazing my teeth along her clit. Her entire body jumps, and I wrap my arms around the outside of her thighs, holding her legs open wide, so that I can devour her. Her moans echo off the walls of my bedroom, but I don’t care right now. This woman is going to come, if it’s the last thing I do. I lap at her like a dog, swirling my tongue around the pleasure button at the apex of her thighs until her moans are reduced to whimpers.
The feral desire burning deep inside my gut to take this woman is nearly unbearable as I watch her squirm from where I’m positioned as I eat her out. I don’t want to give up the sweetness of licking her pussy, but I’m dying to get my dick inside . She makes the decision for me when she reaches between her legs and grabs hold of my hair, snatching at it roughly until I climb back up her body, resting against her.
“God Hunter, I need to feel you inside of me… please…”
I nod as she looks at me frantically, and it’s everything for me to not just make this animalistic. I grunt as I reach down and take my cock in my hand, shifting myself up onto my knees between her legs. I ease the crown of my dick into her opening, drawing it up and down her slit until it’s covered in the slick that seeps from inside her. She looks up at my face and locks eyes with me, and I inhale sharply, then thrust my hips forward. My dick slides inside her with more resistance than I anticipated. I’m about halfway inside her when the muscles in her cunt clench down around me. I shake my head at her quickly. “Not yet… let me get inside, then you can milk my dick until kingdom come…”
She nods once, quickly. I take the brief moment of respite from her tightening pussy to ease myself the rest of the way inside of her, gasping as the sweet tightness swallows me up to my balls. I groan and lean down over her, kissing her at a fever pitch as I begin to roll my hips. My dick slides out about halfway, then returns to its starting position deep inside her. I’d almost expected her to remain quiet, like a mouse, but she’s anything but. She breaks the kiss, moaning my name against my lips, and it tips me from calculated control to being seconds from losing it inside her.
As our bodies rock, she throws her arms around my neck and digs her fingernails into my upper back, dragging them down my skin slowly until her hands are at my mid-back. I catch my breath from the sudden, incredible feeling that tightens my balls. Then she pulls her hands around me to my chest, dragging those same fingernails over my nipples. I throw my head back and damn-near howl with pleasure as I pick up speed, thrusting into her harder and faster than I anticipated.
She throws her head back and arches into me, and the unmistakable sound of skin slapping on skin surrounds us as my balls slap against her ass. She tweaks my nipples and growls, then announces, “Fuck, Hunter… I’m gonna…”
And that’s the last thing I hear as blood rushes through my head. Her pussy constricts so tightly around my dick that it almost hurts to move it inside of her. Watching her writhe with pleasure underneath me sets me off, my dick pulsing as I spill everything inside of her. She wraps her legs around me, forcing me to stay buried deep inside her cunt as my entire body pulses with the power of my release.
When the tightness all over my body subsides, I almost collapse on top of her, catching myself with one arm. Her breathing is heavy as I prop myself up on one elbow over her, stroking my hand down the side of her face as I stare at her in wonder. She looks up at me with an expression of peace that nearly takes my breath away. I pull myself out of her body with a groan and lay down behind her, wrapping my arms protectively around her and pulling her against me. “I don’t know, Raven... maybe you’ve got me under a spell or maybe I’m just a dolt who just got woke, but I think my feelings for you go deeper than I ever imagined, and I certainly don’t need a magic mirror to tell me who’s the fairest of them all…”
EPILOGUE
Raven
Waking up all tangled with Hunter every morning is something I never thought would be a part of my life. But here I am. Six months after coming to Bianchi Ranch with a chip on my shoulder, I’m now living here full-time. After my initial three-month tenure here to get the miniature horses settled (and give my sister some much needed reprieve from my antics), I decided to stay on as a full-fledged employee. I even get paid to do something I’ve come to love.
“Good morning, fairest,” Hunter whispers in my ear as he leans over my back to place a kiss on my cheek. I shudder slightly as his lips brush my skin. He’s stopped shaving every morning and now only does it once a week or so, so his chin is stubbled with hair. I made one off-hand comment about how good his facial hair felt between my legs, and he took it to heart. He hadn’t been able to shave for a week during a crisis with the herd getting sick a couple months ago, and now he’s sworn off being clean-shaven.
I roll onto my back and look up at him with a smile. “Good morning, thief.”
Hunter chuckles. “I swear I’m only after your heart, Raven. No other could ever captivate me the way you do.”
I raise one eyebrow at him and point to the book that’s laid down open on the table beside his bed. “Been reading cheesy romance novels again? You know we’re supposed to read the extra-cheddar parts together!”
Hunter shrugs, and I know I’ve hit the nail on the head. “Is that where you keep getting these ideas for dates? From romance novels?”
He nods, his cheeks blushing slightly. “Well, yeah… it works in there, so I figured they’re worth a shot. Besides, I haven’t heard you complaining about picnics in the woods, horseback rides at sunset, and the other dozen or so date ideas I’ve stolen from Ms. Bianchi’s raunchy romance collection.”
I laugh and sit up in his bed, stretching my arms over my head. “Guilty. You know what else I’m guilty of? Needing a shower. I smell like you.”
Hunter nods and sits up, resting his legs on either side of me and wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me again him. “You don’t hear me complaining. Just consider it me being territorial and letting those dwarfs know you’re mine. Besides, everything else in this whole house smells like you now, and I couldn’t think of a better way for it to smell. I’m glad you tossed the candies. I’ll never miss those, but I did start to miss you always smelling like apples, so I’m glad that smell is back, at least. A house isn’t a home without it smelling like the woman I love.”
I smile and let Hunter love on me for a few minutes before we start our day. I do hate the early mornings, but at least we’re already on the ranch. Ms. Bianchi has more than one small house on property where her ranch hands can live. There’s just me and Hunter right now in the main one, though we’re only using one of the four bedrooms. Ashley and Eli have moved in together in the smaller one as they plan their wedding for the late summer.
Eli and Ashley are planning to stay here and raise their family here. Yeah, that’s right… Ashley found out last week that she’s going to be a pregnant bride. Her father blew his top, and it was the first time I had the “pleasure” of meeting the man. Thank God Ashley takes after her mother. Despite their relationship being fairly new and their engagement recent, Ms. Bianchi was over the moon to learn that she’d be getting not one more, but two more grandbabies, though Ashley isn’t due until late winter. Now she’ll have Gwen, my new nephew that’s due in September, and Ashley and Eli’s baby. They say that good and bad things tend to come in threes, so Hunter and I made sure my IUD is functioning properly. I may love the man, but I’m in no hurry to have babies.
Besides, there’s enough new life coming to the ranch this year that I don’t need to contribute. I suspect when the fall does come, Ms Bianchi will be hiring on an additional ranch hand or two, since she’s planning to expand the number of horses, the full-size ones, to six to maintain the Alpaca herd that’s also growing in size soon.
Eight of the hembras, or females, are expecting babies soon. Hunter told me that they’ve been pregnant for a while, since the alpacas are typically pregnant for close to a year before giving birth, and he suspects that most of the conceptions took place between
late spring and early autumn last year. It’s June now, so we could have baby alpacas, or crias, running around the ranch just about any time now. I’ve heard they’re fairly territorial, even though they’re predominantly gentle creatures.
There are six different family groups expecting little ones, according to Hunter. He says that they split off with a male at the head of a family group with several females and their offspring. Some of the groups have more than one hembra expecting! He tells me all about them over dinner. Despite Hunter’s love of the horses, his actual job is keeping track of the alpaca herd. It was Poppy’s job to watch over the horses, which has fallen to me now since she officially decided not to come back to the ranch a month ago. At first, Hunter was upset over her decision, but once he realized how big her “little problem” back home had become, he let it go.
Poppy did come by last week, and I was finally able to meet my boyfriend’s sister. She was a bit skeptical of me at first. After all, my reputation still precedes me, even though Hunter and I have been exclusive since Christmastime. She was nothing like I expected. She’s like a female version of Hunter. They’re so similar, they could be twins, even though Poppy is three years older than Hunter. Apparently, all of Hunter’s siblings favor each other. He says he has two brothers and another sister, so he’s one of five kids. And each of them have sandy brown or dirty blonde hair and those freaky eyes that take the idea of hazel to a whole other level.