by Vanessa Vale
When she dropped to her knees before me, undoing the placket of my pants and grabbing my cock in her tiny grip, I was stunned. I was even more so when she put the wide head into her mouth and licked over the little ridge along the bottom as if she were voracious.
"Jesus, kitten," I groaned, my fingers tangling in her silky hair. "Where the hell did you learn this?"
She didn't answer and the way my eyes rolled back in my head, I didn't need to hear it. I just felt. It was incredible, hot and wet. She took me in deeper while still gripping the base. Then she started to move, in and out. She wasn't overly skilled, her motions more eagerness than adeptness, but hell, if she kept it up for much longer, I'd come. I felt my orgasm tighten my balls, felt the seed boiling and ready to burst forth. I gently pushed her off me and my cock throbbed at the loss. It was wet and shiny from her mouth, the color an angry red.
When I started to back her up so I could lay her once again on the table and fuck her, she shook her head. "No. I'm in control now."
And how I didn't come then and there from those sultry words, the look on her face, her naked body, I had no idea. She was so passionate, so wild when she released all of her inhibitions. I took a step back and towed off my boots, then stripped off my clothes in all haste. I leaned against the wall and slid down, bending my knees slightly with my feet planted on the floor. "All right, kitten. Ride me. You control it all."
She looked down at me, saw my erect cock, clear fluid seeping from the tip. It took her just the briefest of moments to understand before lowering herself down to her knees so that my cock nudged her scalding hot pussy. Straddling me, she placed one hand on my shoulder for balance then grabbed hold of my cock with the other. I hissed out a breath as she guided me to her opening and lowered herself down. Our eyes met and held. She was so wet that I filled her quickly and we both gasped, almost startled by the ease and swiftness of penetration.
"There you go, kitten. I'm all yours." Her inner walls clamped down on me like a vice and I gritted my teeth at the sweet feel of her.
Her eyes fell closed and her mouth opened, her breasts rising and falling with her little breaths. She was the most amazing sight. I couldn't resist touching her and so I lifted my hands and cupped her breasts, heavy and plump, running my thumbs back and forth over her nipples and watched them harden.
"Chance!" she cried, then started to move, lifting her hips up and down, but she wasn't taking all of me and couldn't settle.
"Lean back," I told her.
She shifted slightly, her back against my thighs and I slipped in all the way. "Oh," she sighed.
"There you go. Now you're crammed full. I've given you control, kitten, so make me come."
It wasn't an outright dare, but she took it as such, beginning to move with earnest. I released her breasts and watched them sway and bounce as she shifted up and down, then rolled her hips in circles to rub her clit over me. Her innocent, untried motions were my undoing, having me come as I would if she were the most skilled whore. I gripped her hips and held her in place as I filled her completely, my seed jetting forth in hot pulses, filling her.
We were both breathing hard, our skin coated with perspiration. Her forehead rested against mine, and when I opened my eyes, her green ones were right there, all blurry and passion filled. Her skin was flushed and she was feverish with need. I couldn't help but kiss her, our mouths meeting in a wild kiss. It wasn't soothing her, only adding to her eagerness to come. She pulled back and I ran my finger over her wet, swollen lower lip.
"Good girl. Your turn now."
"Oh yes," she whispered, beginning to move.
My cock hadn't softened at all, still a thick rod within her, but as she began to ride me, fucking herself, my seed seeped out, the sound of her motions filling the room. The scent of our joining was thick and redolent and yet I spurred her on with words.
“So beautiful. I love feeling your pussy squeeze my dick. Feel that? Your pussy's overflowing with my seed. Your nipples are so tight, kitten, they must ache.”
I felt her inner walls grip me just before she bowed her back, thrusting her breasts up to my mouth. She screamed her pleasure, and I couldn't help but take one tight tip into my mouth, tasting the saltiness of her skin. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders and I would have marks there for some time. I didn't mind, hell I loved knowing she'd marked me, just as I'd marked her with my seed.
Slowly, slowly, her senses returned. A small smile formed on her lips. Her eyes were dreamy and her skin was dewy and glowing. The sight of her after her pleasure was perfection.
"Again," I said, moving my hand between us to rub my thumb over her distended clit. She was dripping wet and I was easily able to work her to orgasm. She was so sensitive and just as easy to bring to pleasure after the first time.
"Chance, I...oh!" She closed her eyes, yet only shifted her hips slightly, the release a soft, sweet one in comparison to the first.
"That's my girl," I whispered, pulling her into my arms so she rested against my chest. "Now, tell me, why the hell would I want to give you back?" This was home—Rose in my arms and my cock filling her. There was no place else I wanted to be.
CHAPTER FIVE
CHANCE
"I can't believe you're making me do this," Rose said, as we rode up to the Lenox house. The closer we came, the surlier her demeanor grew.
She'd grudgingly packed a bag with some clothes for the stay with her family while I was gone. It would be about a week, but if I had my way, I'd push through to make it shorter. When I'd signed the contract over the winter to gain the head of cattle, I'd had no idea I'd have a bride to leave behind.
"I just spent two days fucking you, kitten. I figured you'd recognize who's in charge by now."
She turned in her saddle. "Are you saying that one time you let me be in control was just pretend?"
I tipped my hat back a tad so I could see her better. "Did my cock pretend to be hard? Was all that seed that filled you pretend?"
"That's not what I mean and you know it," she countered, her voice prim.
"You can take control any time you wish when we're fucking because it's hot as hell. Just remember, I gave you the control."
She shook her head with what I assumed was disgust. "You're such a bastard." Clucking her tongue, she spurred her horse to quicken her pace. I did as well to keep up.
I tsked her. "Language, kitten. You didn't enjoy yourself?" I loved to talk dirty to her, loved to see the flush that came over her cheeks, the prim way her posture straightened and her attitude changed to that of a virgin schoolmarm. I'd fucked her good and hard for two days straight. She most certainly was not a virgin, but she was still quite innocent, and it was endearing.
"We are not having this conversation."
I sighed. There was nothing I could do except explain it again. We'd had this argument over and over the past two days and each time there was no resolution. I only fucked her into submission instead. It seemed the only time I was able to have complete control over her was when I filled her with my cock. It was the only time I heard the words "Yes, Chance," uttered without complaint.
"Rose, you can't go on the cattle drive because it's dangerous and the men are rough, at best."
"You're going," she countered.
"I'd rather not go altogether, but this is how we're going to build the herd. I can't do my work and worry about you at the same time." The thought of her dealing with crude men or even a stampede had my blood chilling.
"Why would you worry?"
"Because you're my wife!"
"I thought we were to run the ranch together," she continued.
I took my hat off my head, ran my hand through my hair, put it back. "Did it ever occur to you that you might be with child? I might be protecting you, but you need to protect a baby."
Her mouth fell open but no words escaped. "A baby? You can't be serious."
"Dead serious, kitten. How many times have we fucked? How much seed did I put in your belly? I be
t some's dripping out of your right now. There's no question we made a baby, and if not, it won't take long the way we can't keep our hands off each other."
"But—"
"No buts. You're staying put until I return."
ROSE
My husband returned me. Even thought it was only temporary, it felt like I'd been used and left behind to live once again in a house full of women who seemed hell bent on driving me to insanity. I'd run away to Clayton because of it and after ten minutes I was ready to do so again. The only difference this time was that I was legally bound to Chance.
I was no longer Rose Lenox, but Rose Goodman.
"You must have been a terrible wife to be delivered home after only three days." Poppy's words stung.
Lily and Iris laughed along with Poppy at her joke. They were the last in the kitchen finishing their breakfasts. The other girls had gone off to do their chores or to read, sew or other vacuous task.
"If he wasn't pleased with you, do you think I could be his wife next?" Lily giggled.
I pursed my lips and dug into my eggs, ignoring them. My chest ached with the deep need to be free of this house, and not because I missed Chance, either. No, I didn't miss the man at all, or his very skilled hands. His mouth. His cock. I squirmed in my chair.
"Maybe he'll find someone else on his trip that satisfies him more," Dahlia said, coming into the kitchen to pick up a pair of scissors.
I'd ignored the barbs so far as it was just poking fun, but there could be a hint of truth to what Dahlia said. Could he meet another woman while he was gone? Would he find her more biddable and less contrary?
The eggs lodged in my throat and I had to take a gulp of hot coffee to wash it down. I placed my fork on my plate, food forgotten.
Miss Esther clapped her hands and shouted over the din of the girls’ laughter. "All right, all right, let the poor girl breathe. Lily, go out and tell Big Ed to hitch up the wagon. We're going into town for supplies. Dahlia, wrangle your sisters. Poppy and Iris, hold your tongues."
I sat at the table, content to watch the family as they hurried about their business. Bonnets were donned, reticules claimed and the group was out the door. How eight women could leave the house within a minute was remarkable; Miss Esther no doubt had them prepared, which meant my return had been foreseen. I hadn't told them; Chance had kept me too occupied to even think of them. Only Miss Trudy and I remained.
The lingering scent of coffee and bacon filled the air. The room was warmer than outside, the stove emitting an ample amount of heat, although the back door remained open to allow it to escape.
"You knew I'd be back," I said.
"Chance sent Walt over yesterday. He wants you safe, Rose."
Miss Trudy took a seat across from me.
I frowned. "He wants to keep me from running the ranch."
"Has he said something to that effect?"
"He wouldn't let me go on the cattle drive!" I dropped my fist onto the table making the dishes clatter.
"Has he prevented you from helping in other areas?"
I could feel my cheeks heat. "Well...." I squirmed. "I haven't exactly had the chance."
"You do look happily wed," she countered, looking me over.
"Um...thank you?"
"He doesn't please you?" For the first time, Miss Trudy sounded concerned.
"You're more worried about his being a good lover than his control over me?"
"Well, is he?" Why did she have to be so dang calm?
"An accomplished lover? Yes!" I replied, shouting.
"Then what is the problem, young lady?"
"I want to run my own ranch," I countered.
"Yes, I'm aware of that. So are your sisters, Miss Esther, Big Ed, as well as your husband."
"Everyone knows?" I thought I'd kept my dreams secret, but that did not appear to be the case.
"There are no secrets here. You know that."
I looked down at the worn table. It had seen so much of our lives. Meals, school work, everything was done while sitting at this table. Now, my first conversation as a married woman was here as well.
"I can't have my dream if I'm married, especially when he keeps me from participating."
Miss Trudy stood, went over to the coffee pot. I hadn't even noticed she'd put it on to boil earlier. "Why ever not?"
"Because I'm married!"
Miss Trudy turned to face me. "I think you're going to have to explain yourself, for I do not understand."
"You did as you wished, and you weren't married," I replied.
She didn't answer right away. Instead, she turned and retrieved her cup and filled it. She blew on the hot liquid and took a sip before speaking.
"When I was sixteen, my parents were too poor to feed me. I'll skip a few details, but I found myself on the doorstep of a brothel, where I worked as a whore for the next ten years. Esther, as my younger sister, appeared on the brothel's doorstep a year later and we slowly saved our money and bought the business from the woman who ran it. We went from homeless to whores to madames. Neither of us could marry, for we were too tarnished. Husbands weren't for either of us; too many men had crossed our paths. What neither of us had, but both desperately wanted, was a child."
She took a sip of coffee, letting her words settle. I knew a little of her story, but this was the first time she'd shared it all.
"Then came the fire. Such devastation. Somehow, through that tragedy, God gifted us with you girls. Imagine, eight orphans! And girls, oh, we knew all about girls. We wanted all of you. There was no decision to be made. Esther and I just sold the business, took our money and eight tiny girls and started over. Here in Clayton."
"You took just what you wanted from life, without a husband," I said.
She took her seat, and smoothed down her dress. "Do you think I wanted to become a whore? That I wanted to watch my own sister follow me into the profession? That my childhood dream was to work on my back?"
I felt contrite at her words. "No, but—"
"Do you think I wanted to run a brothel? I wanted other things, but sometimes life doesn't work out as you plan, Rose. Looking back, though, God gave me just what I wanted."
She meant us girls. She'd wanted a child and received eight!
"I don't want children right now," I replied.
"Based on the very satisfied look on Chance's face earlier, you may want to think again about that."
I just glared at her, wishing she and Chance didn't have such similar thoughts. Why did they have such insane notions about what kind of wife I should be—that I would be birthing a baby before the winter? There was no way we'd made a baby. I'd know if I were expecting and I felt the same, albeit sore in very new places and definitely loose muscled. I should be with my husband, not left behind like a weak-willed woman. I should be on the cattle drive with him. Beside him. As Miss Trudy left me to complete her daily tasks, I formulated my plan.
CHANCE
The trip was fucking miserable. An hour out of Clayton, it started to rain—a veritable deluge that made the creek swell, forcing us to backtrack to a spot where it was easier to pass. One of the men fell off his horse and broke his leg. I had to let another man accompany him back to Clayton for the doctor, as it was closer than Parsons. By that point, there were just two of us forging on in the wet. It didn't let up the first night. We had to sleep under a stand of Ponderosa pines that did little to shield us from the elements. The rain didn't stop until we were an hour outside of Parsons and by then, neither of us cared where the hell we were as long as there was a bed. But there wasn't. The only boarding house in town had burned down the week before so we had to bunk in the livery with our horses.
I missed Rose and our bed. Hell, I missed Rose. A bed wasn't needed. We'd proved that readily enough in the past few days. Besides my desk, the stairs, the front door, the kitchen table and even the hip tub were exceedingly pleasurable places to fuck one's wife. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat in the home office of Jim Reeves, the man who
sold me his cattle. A cock stand was not something I needed while closing out our business.
"It's good to have you here," the other man said, smiling amiably. "Although I'm sorry to hear about your man breaking his leg. And to top it off, the one who made it all the way to Parsons is sick." He shook his head.
Powell, my man who'd ridden into Parsons with me, fell ill after his night in the livery, most likely from being cold and wet, and was settled in the Reeves' bunk house recuperating.
"Yes," I replied.
"I'll send two of my men with you in his stead. It's all I can offer this time of year, but a herd like that isn't something one person can manage alone."
I nodded, relieved. "I'm much obliged."
Mr. Reeves was older, perhaps middle fifties, with salt and pepper hair, a portly physique and a mild demeanor. His equally mild daughter came into the room then, carrying a tray with two mugs of coffee and slices of cake. I stood at her entry.
"May I introduce you to my daughter, Beatrice?"
She was quite pretty, with dark hair and eyes. Her build was slim and willowy and her smile warm.
"Hello," she said.
I nodded and held my hat in my hands.
"Ever since my wife passed on, Beatrice has been such a help here." He came around the desk to get his mug from the tray. "I've been telling her about you."
I inwardly groaned, knowing the direction of this man's thoughts. It usually came from women of the same generation, who were usually referred to as meddling mothers or even matchmakers. Having a father eyeing a match for his daughter was new to me, but with no mother, it was kind of him to assist in finding a suitable husband.
"Oh?" I asked neutrally.
"When we met in the winter, you seemed a fine young man. I thought, being as you're here on the ranch and all, that you might want to take a day and visit."