The Naughty Collection

by Ruby City Books

  “Do you want me, Matt?” She asked, while undoing the buttons on her blue blouse.

  “You know it,” Matt responded, as his eyes took in the skin Delilah was revealing. As she finished the last button, Delilah threw the blouse aside, leaving her chemise visible. Matt could see the outline of Delilah’s breasts, and he sighed. She didn’t have the biggest breasts, but they fit her frame nicely.

  “Then show me!” Delilah said, and knee-walked up Matt’s body until her skirts covered his head and her pussy was on top of his face. Matt couldn’t see anything, but his tongue shot out to feel everything. He loved the wild hair that sprouted around her cunt and the juices that fell from it. As he licked and kissed around what had become the center of his universe, he once again brought his fingers up to grab her ass.

  “Keep doing that, Matt! I love feeling your tongue inside me!” Delilah moaned. She slipped the straps of the chemise off her shoulders, letting it fall to her waist, exposing her breasts. She took one in each hand and pinched her nipples, to enhance the pleasure Matt was giving her from below. Matt moved his tongue all over Delilah’s pussy, swallowing the juices she gave him. His tongue landed on felt like a large button, and Delilah shrieked.

  “Are you okay?” Matt asked, concerned he had hurt her.

  “Yes! Don’t Stop! Do that again!” Delilah panted.

  So Matt did, treating the button like a new toy. He licked it, up and down, side to side, trying to find what made Delilah feel the best. When he sucked on it, she pushed her pussy harder onto his face, almost suffocating him. Matt didn’t mind, because he loved giving Delilah pleasure. He then got an idea, and went back to licking the button. At the same time, Matt moved his left hand so he could place a finger inside Delilah’s pussy. As it gradually entered her, Delilah let out an animalistic moan, and Matt knew he was doing something right. As he continued to lick and finger Delilah’s pussy, her moans increased in volume. Her hips began to grind against Matt’s face, until suddenly her whole body trembled.

  “OHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!” Delilah screamed. Matt tried to keep licking, but her pussy released a new batch of fluid, so he turned his attention to that. After a few minutes, Delilah stopped trembling, and moved her crotch off Matt’s face. She slid her body down his, so she could rest her head on his chest. This brought her center to land right on top of Matt’s cock, which had become hot to the touch. As she rested, Delilah made minor movements with her hips, letting her pussy lips tease the head of Matt’s penis.

  “Don’t play with me, little girl,” Matt warned.

  Delilah kept up her gyrations, “What, me?”

  “I’m warning you.”

  Delilah just giggled and kept moving. She loved this part.

  Quick as lightning, Matt rolled them both over, putting himself on top and making sure Delilah’s skirt protected her butt from the straw.

  “All right, young lady, it’s my turn!” Matt said, pretending to be mad at her. He stood up, and forced his pants all the way down his legs. He lifted one foot up to take off his pants, and started to hop around, destroying the image of him being angry. When he got both boots and his pants off, he smiled at Delilah and wagged his dick at her.

  “C’mere and give me that big thing!” Delilah said, crooking a finger at him. Matt obliged and knelt between her legs.

  “No, bring it here, I want to return the favor,” she said, pointing to her mouth as she sat up. Matt smiled and stood up. Once Delilah was on her knees, Matt aimed his cock at her mouth. She gripped the base, opened her lips and sucked him in. Matt’s eyes closed and his mouth opened at the wonderful, warm, and wet feeling of his dick in Delilah’s mouth. He could feel her tongue pressing against the big vein as she bobbed up and down the shaft.

  “You gotta stop, or I won’t be able to,” he told her. When she finally did, Delilah gave him a proud smile, still holding onto the root of Matt. She then eased back down into the hay.

  “Make me feel like a woman,” Delilah told him as she spread her legs, giving him a wide view of her treasure. Matt moved on top of her, kissing her lips softly, the head of his dick pressing at the entrance of her sex. As he moved into her, he kissed the tip of her nose, then right between her eyes, and finally her forehead. With each kiss, his cock moved deeper inside Delilah, until his balls connected with her butt and they both groaned. They’d made love before, but each time their connection deepened, became closer to a spiritual experience.

  After enjoying the act of being one for a few minutes, Matt moved his cock out and then back in, creating a luxurious pace. Delilah found the rhythm, and moved her hips to it. Her tightness almost got the better of Matt, bringing him to climax too soon, but he made his mind’s eye look away from the beauty below him, and find something less appealing to focus on. His brain settled on pigs eating slop, and that did the trick. He increased the speed of his thrusts, and worked to make Delilah reach orgasm as soon as possible.

  “Matt! You’re amazing!” Delilah yelled.

  Matt shook his head, “Delilah, you’re drivin’ me wild! I can’t get enough of you!”

  As Matt moved faster and faster, filling and stretching her, a tingling sensation started at Delilah’s toes and inched up her body. When it reached her pussy it intensified and then spread outward, until her whole body began to tremble. Matt noticed the movement and was about to stop to make sure Delilah was okay, when Delilah let out a monstrous scream. She bucked her hips up, wrapped her legs around Matt, and then squeezed. The motion forced Matt to enter Delilah completely and stop moving.

  “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Delilah yelled, overcome with passion. Her trembling increased as the orgasm took over every cell of Delilah’s body. Matt could feel the walls of her vagina squeeze his cock, making movement impossible. Matt felt trapped, but in the best way possible. As soon as the pressure inside Delilah’s pussy decreased, Matt restarted his rhythm. Each time he slammed into Delilah, she grunted. Each time he pulled out, she whined. Matt could feel the end feel his climax coming, so he opened his eyes and looked at Delilah. Her face glowed in ecstasy, and sweat covered her forehead.

  “I’m gonna come, Darlin’!” Matt told her.

  “Do it! Fill me! Let me make you feel as good as you’ve made me feel!” Delilah said, as she reached down to grab two handfuls of his ass.

  Matt once again turned up the speed, as if he were chasing his climax. When he finally caught it, Delilah felt his cock pulse in her pussy, and his ass clench in her hands. Matt’s cream filled her up, and triggered a smaller orgasm in Delilah. He convulsed each time his dick shot into her, and Delilah savored every moment. When he finally finished, he half collapsed on top of his lover, holding his upper half of Delilah by resting on his elbows.

  “Damn, Delilah! You are unbelievable! I love you!”

  Delilah ran her hands up Matt’s back and then around his neck, “I love you, too, Matt! I wish we could stay this way forever!”

  The sound of several footsteps outside the barn ended their romantic pillow talk. Matt held a finger to his mouth, signaling Delilah to stay silent, as he backed out of her. Despite knowing someone was outside, Delilah let out a little whimper at how the absence of Matt’s cock made her feel empty.

  Matt climbed back into his pants and shirt and quietly moved to the edge of the loft. As he peered into the relative darkness, he saw a man’s shape moving around.

  “Psst! Matt…are you here?” The stranger said, and Matt instantly recognized the voice of his best friend, Paul. He moved towards the ladder and climbed down.

  “Paul, I’m over here,” Matt said as he landed on the ground floor, “what are you doing here?”

  Paul shook Matt’s hand and said, “I’m not going to ask who you have up in the loft, but Delilah’s father discovered she wasn’t in her room, and sent all of his ranch hands, including me, out to search for her.”

  Matt closed his eyes and shook his head. If Mr. McCoy found Matt with his daughter, there’s no telling what he would do. “
I sure am glad I told you that we used the barn here as a meeting place. How many people are looking for Delilah?”

  “A dozen or so,” Paul answered, “so you need to think of something fast. If Delilah happens to be here, she should either get home or find a friend to stay with.”

  At the mention of her name, Delilah appeared on the ground floor of the barn. She had dressed and overheard the entire conversation. “This is silly. I need to confront my father and tell him to calm down. I am a grown woman!” Delilah stomped her foot to emphasize her point, but instead she negated it.

  “You know that won’t work, Delilah. Your father would shoot me and say I stole your honor as soon as he saw me. Every time he sees me in town, his right hand rests on his gun! Why don’t you go over to Laura’s house and stay the night there?” Matt suggested.

  Paul shook his head, “That won’t work, Matt. Laura’s dad was the first person Mr. McCoy went to when he found Delilah missing.”

  They went down the list of Delilah’s friends, but none of them would work. They were about to give up hope, when Delilah came up with a plan.

  “How about we stage a fight here and run away? We can stay missing for a couple of days, and then come back and tell a story of how I was kidnapped by Indians, and Matt came to save me. It will explain our absences and make Matt a hero!”

  Matt and Paul looked at each other and each man shrugged his shoulders. It wasn’t a horrible idea, even if it wasn’t exactly plausible. They went around the barn, throwing things around to give it the ransacked look. After a few minutes, the men looked satisfied with their destruction efforts.

  “One last thing,” Matt said as he faced Paul, “hit me.”

  Paul gave him a confused look, “What?”

  “Hit me! We need a little blood to really sell it. So hit me in the nose and I will drop blood all over the place.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yep.”

  So Paul took aim and struck his friend straight on the nose. Instantly, Matt’s nose began to leak blood. He walked a few steps, getting the pain under control and letting the blood fall on the ground.

  Delilah went over to Matt and took his face in her hands, “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” Matt said as Delilah kissed the tip of his nose, “Paul, you’ve got a mean punch there.”

  “Thanks, although I didn’t like hitting you,” Paul said, “So what’s next?”

  Matt took Delilah’s hand in his and said, “We leave, and you tell Mr. McCoy what you found in the barn.

  Jake McCoy knew without a doubt that his daughter was with that good-for-nothing Matt Jacobs, but he didn’t know where. He swore to himself for what seemed like the millionth time that he would kill that boy. Ever since Delilah’s mother had died, Jake had sworn to protect his little girl, and no stupid farmer’s son was going to take her away from him. He’d given up too much to keep her safe. Tabitha McCoy had died when Delilah was only three, and since then Jake had lived the life of a priest. No alcohol, no women, and no fun. He loved Tabitha with all of his heart, so he didn’t care for the company of another woman, but he did miss the touch and feel of one. There had been plenty of offers, since Jake was still a relatively young man at the age of 36. He was too busy taking care of his daughter and his ranch. Now that daughter was missing, and that was unacceptable.

  For the last twelve hours, Jake’s men had scoured Mineral Wells for any sign of Delilah and Matt. When Paul had come forward saying he found signs of a struggle in the old barn on the outskirts of Parker County, Jake had ridden up there himself and examined the scene. Something felt wrong to him, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. There was blood, but not that much. Things like the ladder and a table where turned over, but it felt staged.

  “So what are we thinking? Is this the work of roaming outlaws or Indians?” Jake asked Paul as they stood in the barn.

  Paul shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck, “I don’t know, sir. Seems really odd to me. Do you have any idea why your daughter would be here?”

  Jake turned on the young man, looking for any signs that he was trying to make a joke. Paul just stared blankly back at the older man, keeping all emotion off of his face.

  “No, Paul, I don’t,” Jake said, “but I do wonder where your friend Matt Jacobs is. Any word?”

  Paul shook his head again, looking straight into Jake’s eyes, “Not since I went to his house last night, like you asked me to. I told him Delilah was missing and he ran out of there like a shot and jumped on his horse! I tried to follow him, but he was going like his hair was on fire and his ass was catchin’! I figured out where he was headed, but when I got here, this is what I found.”

  Jake stared at Paul, wondering if the boy was covering for his friend. Paul just stared back blankly, and Jake decided the rumors about the youngster’s lack of brain power were true. He broke eye contact and gave the barn another look. He missed Paul’s sigh of relief.

  “So my baby girl is somewhere out there on the range, and the only one chasing her is that love-struck fool? I can do better than that,” Jake said to no one in particular.

  Paul suddenly became worried this little scheme was about to have a complication, “What do ya mean, Mr. McCoy?”

  “I mean I met a couple of trackers in town yesterday, and I’m betting they could track down whoever has my daughter.”

  Paul couldn’t hide his emotional reaction this time, but thankfully Jake McCoy saw wonder on the boy’s face, instead of the fear Paul felt. He needed to get to those trackers before Mr. McCoy. Paul had also met Carl and Sam, and knew where they were staying. He went straight there and found them eating breakfast. As he walked over to their table, Paul hoped they would play along if he gave them each a bottle of whiskey from his dad’s store. That was the normal price for business, but Carl and Sam were a different kind of tracking team. Carl was fairly normal, brown hair, brown eyes, solidly built. He was a little young maybe, and much taller than most people. Sam on the other hand, was the direct opposite of all other trackers, in appearance at least, because she was a woman. She was the same age as Carl, and had a long ponytail of black hair. So black that many people believed she was an Indian at first glance, which she always took as a compliment. While not as tall as Carl, Sam had enough height to look most men in the eye. But the eyes of most men never got that high, on account of Sam’s clothes and the way her body filled them. Unlike all other women, Sam only wore pants, and they hugged every curve of her hips and butt. Instead of a frilly blouse with buttons that went to the top of her neck, Sam favored men’s shirts, and left the top two buttons undone, showing off the tops of her ample breasts. As Paul had learned pretty quickly, Sam liked to make fun of men who couldn’t hold her gaze.

  Carl saw Paul first, “Hey there, Paul! What brings you here this morning?”

  Sam looked up and smiled, “My tits, that’s what ya fool! That’s what always brings them back!”

  Carl laughed and Paul gave an uneasy chuckle. He wasn’t used to hearing that kind of talk from a woman out in public, unless it was from one of Sally’s girls over at the saloon. Sam’s language had also caught the attention of several other people eating at the rooming house. She smiled and then stuck her tongue out at them. Sam then turned back to Paul and smiled again. For an instant, he wondered if she was as crazy as she was beautiful and smart.

  “I was hoping you two could do me a favor?” Paul asked.

  Carl shook his head, “Sorry Paul, there’s no money in favors, and I can’t eat them. I only do jobs for money.”

  “Well, I don’t have any money, but I do have this,” Paul said, placing two whiskey bottles on the table, “is it enough for a small favor?”

  Sam picked one up and uncorked the top to take a sniff, “That’s good stuff, Paul. You have my attention.”

  Paul was surprised at Sam’s acceptance, but quickly got back on track, “Jake McCoy is going to ask you to help track down his daughter who disappeared last night. I w
ant you to take the job, and when you find Delilah, which won’t be hard, just play along with whatever story Delilah and Matt give you.”

  Carl asked, “Who’s Matt?”

  “Delilah’s boyfriend,” Paul answered.

  Sam nodded her head, “He’s the boyfriend that Jake McCoy hates and wants to keep away from his precious little girl, right?”

  Paul nodded, suddenly worried the two wouldn’t help if it meant lying to a client. He realized that he may have just made a terrible mistake, and these two trackers could destroy everything.

  “We’ll do it! Anything to keep young love alive! Shit, we’d almost do it for free, right Carl?!” Sam said, slapping her partner on the shoulder.

  “Not for free, no,” Carl deadpanned, but then smiled, “but if it’s easy like you say, Paul, and for a good cause, two bottles of whiskey will pay for a favor.”

  Ten minutes after Paul left, Jake McCoy arrived at the rooming house and explained the situation to Carl and Sam. They nodded in all of the right places and were ready to accept the job for $20, until Jake threw them a curve ball.

  “And I want to come with you. Paul told me that Matt had nothing to do with my daughter’s disappearance, but I don’t trust him completely,” Jake said, “so I want to be there when you find Delilah.”

  Sam looked at Carl, and then said, “Mr. McCoy, we don’t need someone barking orders and questioning our methods while we track.”

  Jake held up his hands and shook his head, “And I wouldn’t dream of doing either. I will be as quiet as a mouse and do exactly as you tell me. You run the show, find my baby girl. I just can’t stay here while she is missing, possibly in danger!”