Jon Black's Woman

by Tilly Greene

  “Yes please, two pots should be good. Court really likes the stuff and I’m all about making him happy.” Sunny laughed and gave her friend a hug.

  Molly hugged her friend again and moved to Jon’s side, wrapping her arm around his waist.

  “Ready?” He wasn’t actually waiting for her to answer. The man already had the truck door open. When she joined him, he wasted no time and lifted her onto the seat, stretching the seatbelt across her front.

  “See you both at tomorrow night’s dinner party with Saki and the boys,” Sunny called out as they left. All Molly had time to do was cry out “yes” as they drove back to the Big W Ranch.

  “Why are you in such a hurry?” Molly asked Jon as she put her hand on his leg.

  “You’ll see,” he told her, then asked her to do something for him. “Unbutton your blouse, flower. Let me enjoy your breasts bouncing as I drive the back home. The road is marked with potholes and will make for an interesting ride.”

  She had no desire to deny him and did what he asked. Without being asked, she used her hands to roll the extended tips and get her juices flowing again. The phone call from Colt had broken them apart from an extended scene where she’d been into playing a submissive role. She had spent the morning naked and kneeling in front of him. He had played at will, but got on with the few projects he’d needed to do around the house. After installing a wood burning stove in the teepee, they’d gone back to the house to make a list for the market.

  They were living together and she loved every moment. It had been a difficult separation when she and Saki went back to Japan to retrieve their things. After almost a month away, she swore it would never happen again. Obviously she’d chosen her man and wanted to spend her days and nights with him.

  Pinching the tips, she tugged them and couldn’t hold in her moan.

  “I love my nipples to be big like this,” she told him as she cupped her breasts. “Do you want to suck them, maybe bite and pull on them until I cry out with need?”

  “You know I do and I will, but I have something else I think you might like.”

  “You’re secretive after your visit with Court,” she said with a smile. “Do I strip again?”

  “Yes, at the front door, then crawl into the living room. I’ll start a fire which will allow you to be nice and toasty.”

  “Sounds lovely.”

  Usually he parked up at the main barn and they walked back, but not this time. He pulled the truck by the white picket fence he’d put up around the front yard. The first day she moved in he’d asked for her to plant roses and she had. Molly enjoyed tending them and the smell they gave off; they reminded her a little bit of home.

  “You never park down here,” she said as he got out and walked around to help her out. “What’s going on, stud?”

  “You know I love it when you call me that.” He picked her up and carried her into the house. “Strip and come join me in the living room.”

  She shrugged and went about taking off her clothes, folding them neatly and setting them on a bench by the door. Getting down on her hands and knees, she slowly crawled to the other room, her pussy gaining moisture with each sliding step. At one point she leaned down until her nipples scraped the cool wood floor and gasped.

  It didn’t ease her need but fed it further. Carrying on with crawling, she stopped where he kneeled on the thick, sheepskin rug.

  Once she settled on her knees in front of him, exactly where she wanted to be, Molly lifted her eyes to his. There was a grin on his face and a fire warming his chocolate brown eyes. Something was making him happy.

  “For you,” he said as he handed over a box.

  “What Court had?”

  “He ordered something for Sunny and went into Billings to get it and picked my order up as well. Saved me a trip,” he told her before he egged her on to open it. “Hurry and open it.”

  Molly untied the bow and pulled the lid off. After shifting the paper to the side, she pulled out a toy, a silver butt plug. Nice, but she wasn’t sure what was special about it. There was one similar in size in the teepee they’d used. Then she looked at the flat end and she was surprised.

  The brass disc said, “This is Jon Black’s Woman” with a freehand etched drawing of a blackhawk at rest. The bird represented him, her lover. Once she realized the connection, tears started to build and threatened to spill.

  “It’s beautiful and it means a great deal to me,” she shared as she stretched up as he leaned down and pressed her lips to his. There was nothing heated about their kiss—it held their hearts and feelings for each other. It was all about love. “Can I wear it now?”

  “Of course,” he told her and reached to the side for some lubricant. Squirting a large dollop onto his finger, he put another dose on the wrinkled rose she’d bent over and turned to him.

  Reaching around, he circled her clit and waited for her legs to naturally spread a little wider before he pressed his lubed finger against her backdoor. While he hadn’t taken her in the ass, Jon had often teased her with the use of a plug. If they went out, she sometimes had left the house with one in place.

  “You have a beautiful ass, flower. I bought this special plug to mark you as mine, to solidify our love and life together. To put my brand on you.” He leaned over and kissed a cheek as he worked a second finger into her back channel. He added a third digit after he’d squeezed in more lube. He worked the liquid in as he spread the fingers wider.

  She was enjoying every bit of his attention and laid her chest on the carpet, pushing her ass out even further.

  After he ran his lubricated hands over the bulbous end of the plug, the slightly pointed end rested against her rear entrance.

  “Ready?” he asked and she groaned yes. There was no delay; immediately he pressed the plug in and her body had been well prepared. The round end took her breath away as it passed through, but didn’t hurt. It wasn’t a big plug, but she definitely wouldn’t forget it was inside her whenever she wore the toy.

  There was no desire to hold back the moan when it made the journey inside her and the flat disk rested again her backside. Maybe someday she could take a bigger one, but for now this one was absolutely perfect. The plug claimed her as belonging to the man she loved, nothing could be better.

  Jon pressed his cock to her pussy and ran his hand over her ass. The way his rod slowly but smoothly slid inside her pussy let her know he’d put lubricant on it as well. She was full with her lover.

  Only after he was inside her and his balls pressed against her pussy did he reach around and, with big calloused hands holding her breasts, help her sit up. Not fully up, but enough for her nipples to be off the carpet. Two fingers of each hand had trapped her tight elongated tips between them. He brought his fingers together, tightly, and she couldn’t stop from shouting at him.

  “Oh, yes, yes. My nipples hurt and it feels good. Squeeze harder,” she cried out.

  “Like this?” he grunted as he put the tips between his fingertips and firmly pinched.

  There was no answer except a groan. The rumbling nonsense was all she could manage as he held her body and fucked her. Spreading his legs wider, he widened her stance and stroked his cock in and out of her cunt.

  “I am full of you,” she finally muttered.

  It was a glorious possession. Jon slid easily through her tight pussy, something they’d discovered lubricant helped.

  Molly couldn’t be happier or more turned on to hear her man grunt wildly as he passionately loved her body. His love was there with every stroke and pinch. Only a few more strokes and she fell part, crying out for her man.

  “Jonnn!” she screamed and he sped up to take her even faster. Strong hips bounced against her backside, creating a delightful body slapping sound.

  It wasn’t long before he lost it and was coming himself. His fingers pinched, twisted, and pulled her nipples even further as he pumped cum into her pussy. The roar he let out was loud and unfettered, something she was always excited
to hear. He didn't always freely call out, but she was turned on whenever he did.

  To feel the pulsations and panting breaths from them both let her know they’d survived another hot bout of making love. They collapsed to their sides with him still buried inside her wet heat. She wanted him there, staking a claim.

  “Love you, stud, and thank you for the plug. I am full of you and happy to feel that way,” she shared while nudging her ass back against him.

  Jon laughed lightly and kept plucking her long nipples.

  “I love you, too, flower. I’m glad you like your present because you’ll be wearing it on many of our nights out. Your new look will be sexy elongated nipples, maybe with rings around them to hold them out, and the plug. You’ll be stunning and only I will know what’s going on to have you breathless and excited.”

  “Oh my, I can’t wait,” she told him and groaned as he lifted her leg over his hip and one of his hands started to play with her clit.

  “There is nothing I want more in life than to have you naked with me and it’s happening. I am a happy and content man.”

  The one thing she looked forward to was actually something she had every day.

  “I get to open my eyes in the morning and see your face. That’s what makes me happy.”

  They were good together, were meant to be together. Life didn’t get any better than this.

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  A Bit About Tilly Greene

  Born into the easy folds of a sleepy beach town, Tilly Greene embraces the laid back mindset she grew up with. Later, she settled into a polar opposite lifestyle from the one she’d been living by moving abroad to further her education. Despite the frigid climate, the fast pace existence melded in, making her a person who is adaptable and enjoys experiencing the diversity surrounding her.

  While traveling, she researches and writes erotica and erotic romances. The versatile author writes single titles and series within a variety of sub-genres [Contemporary, Futuristic, Shape Shifting, Paranormals, BDSM] and likes to add into the mix interesting themes and subjects like sexual equality and ethics. Every day she looks forward to writing about women who are independent and confident, the men who love them, and their twisting passionate path to each other.

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