by Zoey Marcel
Diego’s head came up and he grinned like he was proud of her. “That’s my good woman.”
She wailed when he pressed fervent kisses on her sweaty mons. “Too much, Sir.”
He smiled. “But I promised to go down on you if you obeyed.”
“Oh no!” She was beaming despite her protests. Another climax would be too much no matter how badly she wanted it.
“Oh yes.”
She shrieked and her cunt poured more nectar into his hungry mouth when he went down on her.
“You earned it, Melanie,” Emmett told her as he squished her big breasts in his hands. “I want you to come again.”
“My legs are killing me. No more pleasure. Sir, what did I say? Oh god!”
Mellie’s muscles contracted hard as Diego used his tongue to beat her clit into a sizzling orgasm. His beast-like growl while he ate her out made her sob with pleasure. She felt sweat glistening on her mound and legs by the time they were done with her.
“Are you all right?” Emmett asked.
“I am, Sir, but my legs are starting to get a little numb.”
The men untied her and removed the harness from her. They massaged her limbs and chest to get the blood flowing. She sighed and snuggled against the padded surface of the table, loving the way they pampered her.
“Do you want her ass or her pussy?” Emmett asked.
Mellie looked over her shoulder at Diego’s hesitation. The wheels in his head were definitely turning like Emmett had struck a sensitive place. She wondered what he was thinking.
“Let’s take her cunt and mouth this time,” Diego decided.
“Are you worried I’m going to turn you?” Emmett teased.
“No. Your mouth comes with the package. I find it an adequate deterrent.”
Emmett laughed.
“Roll over, Melanie,” Diego said.
She flipped over onto her back again for him and he pulled her closer to the edge of the table so her legs dangled off it.
“Well, just help yourself to her pussy, you selfless bastard,” Emmett joked.
Diego smiled. “You took too long.”
He stood between Mellie’s splayed thighs and gradually worked his massive erection into her. He’d shown her his papers before coming here so she knew he was clean.
Emmett hopped onto the table on his knees with his back to Diego, straddling Melanie. “That’s fine by me. Her mouth is amazing. Open up, beautiful. Remind me why I love your mouth so much.”
She came up on her elbows as best as she could with him hovering that way. He slipped his thick, bulging cock into her mouth and moaned when she started to sip him.
It took a bit, but Diego finally got his dick worked into her all the way. His girth stretched her in a no-nonsense way as his elongated penis dug deep inside her. He stroked into her with slow, gentle thrusts, groaning with pleasure at the tight, wet heat of her vagina.
Emmett pushed his cock farther into her mouth, touching the back of her throat. His crown didn’t descend, thankfully, but she did her best to suck as much of his fleshy meat as she could. It made her feel even more dominated to see him straddling her and hovering over her like he’d conquered her.
Whenever she opened her eyes and saw his shaft working slowly back and forth as she suckled him, it made her hotter. His ball sac looked so full and heavy nestled in his blond pubic hair that was a few shades darker than the hair on his head. If she wasn’t trying to brace herself on her elbows, she would play with it. Maybe slap his scrotum around and see if he liked it. She started to laugh at the image of her batting at his nuts like a kitten until he finally had to tell her to stop slapping his testes like a happy animal. Emmett’s cock smothered her giggle.
The amusement lacing his breathless voice said he was grinning. “When we’re done here I would like to hear what you find so amusing about my cock in your mouth.”
Melanie laughed and tried to steady herself to bring sexy back. Emmett’s entertained snicker made it hard.
“Someone is letting their mind wander,” Diego accused in between hard breathing. “Shall we bring it back, little submissive?”
Her apology was muffled on Emmett’s dick, making him groan at the vibrations rattling delightfully on his nerve endings.
She squealed when Diego’s benevolent thrusts accelerated to a tempo that more closely resembled a porn star taking what he wanted rather than a gentle lover handling a virgin with kid gloves. Her G-spot was dragged from hiding, kicking and screaming as his rock-hard shaft grazed it repeatedly into a hot, swelling mass. The pressure intensified as did her pleas for mercy that were silenced by Emmett’s engorged penis. He only moaned at the buzzing her choked out protests offered on his organ.
At times her pleas for relief became gasps and whimpers of ecstasy. Her pussy burned and stretched around the wide erection filling it, dominating her.
“Since your mouth is full you do not have to ask for permission to come this time,” Diego ground out with each insistent jab into her fiery channel. “After today I expect it from you unless I tell you otherwise.”
It wouldn’t take long to set her off this time. That was for sure. She kept crying out and screaming at the unbearable pleasure and extremeness of all the sensations shuttling through her cunt. Something inside her detonated. She lost control of her body and her pussy seemed to take over completely. Explosions of delight flooded her. The intense suction her clenching vagina made on Diego’s cock caused her to scream. He had her stuffed so completely she couldn’t contract all the way. It made her crazy and come that much harder.
Emmett cried out at her fractured screams reverberating on his shaft.
An inferno of euphoria swept through her entire body, devastating every part of her with rapture. Rippling tremors still lingered in her shuddering cunt, made that much stronger by Diego’s greedy dick plowing hard and fast into her as he sought his own release. Her womb trembled, feeling awakened by the sexual possession his demon cock had subjected her to.
Her lips felt swollen and bruised as Emmett battered his fat erection into her mouth and took control of the oral sex.
Diego grunted loudly and jolted against her body. His fierce stabs into her vagina made her scream in pain and some twisted equivalent of enjoyment at his careless quest for release at her expense. He flooded her with his semen, keeping it packed in with his dick.
Emmett worked himself back and forth in her mouth for a minute or so longer before spewing his seed down her throat. His boisterous roar resembled both predator and prey.
They were good to her as they cleaned themselves up and her.
“Now tell me what was so funny,” Emmett insisted.
Mellie grinned. “I was just thinking about how much I wanted to touch your balls. Then I imagined slapping them around and getting carried away until you had to tell me to stop.”
Emmett laughed and Diego grinned.
“They can take a lot,” Emmett admitted, “but they do have their limits. Light slapping is fine. No playing badminton with them.”
She giggled.
“This is for you, dolce.” Diego handed her a black leather collar with a silver D-ring through it.
“You got me a collar. Thank you so much!” She threw her arms around Diego and hugged him.
Emmett looked disturbed by something. “That’s just a training collar, right?”
“It is. She won’t get anything permanent until we’ve all sat down and had a good talk,” Diego assured him.
Melanie wondered why Emmett appeared so bothered by the token of commitment and what Diego meant by sitting everyone down and having a talk. She figured it was just any conversation one might have about a long-term relationship, so she didn’t ask. She was too excited about the collar he gave her anyway.
Chapter Five
Mellie smiled when she saw Herschel O’Neil sitting in the living room, watching what appeared to be a home video on the big-screen TV. She’d spent a little time with the O’Neils’ father
and already she enjoyed the jolly, laidback personality of the older cowboy.
“Would you like anything, Mr. O’Neil?” she asked.
“Not a thing, darlin’. Don’t let them work you too hard, you hear? Greyson can be overbearing.”
“I don’t mind, sir. I like serving people.”
The old guy gave her a friendly smile. “Aren’t you a sweet thing? No wonder they like you so much. Call me Dad, though. Remember, we’re gonna be family soon.”
The prospect of having this man as her father-in-law made her happy. She got along with him really well.
He motioned toward himself with his hand and hit pause on the remote. “Now you sit down and tell me which of my sons you worked your magic on so far.”
She blushed and sat in a nearby chair. “You mean which ones have fallen for me?”
He laughed. “Yeah, sweets. The other stuff is none of my business. You got Emmett, Hunter, and Jake wrapped around your finger.”
She couldn’t help beaming and feeling aglow inside when he said their names. “Yes, sir. I mean, Dad. They’re great men. I love them very much.”
“I’m glad to hear it. I think Elsa would have liked you. She was a tough little spitfire. Most bullheaded woman I’ve ever known, but she had a good heart and was a decent cook. I couldn’t complain. She was probably the only woman in McKenna Downs that didn’t follow the submission rule.”
“Submission rule?”
Herschel paused and pursed his lips like he’d said too much. “I reckon they didn’t spill the beans to you yet. Well, no matter. They’ll get to it soon enough. Probably waiting for the right moment to spring it on you.”
His words intrigued her. “Spring what on me?”
“Speaking isn’t my gift. Just leave it to my boys and trust them to tell you in time. They’re good boys. They won’t leave you in the dark for too long.”
What kind of cryptic, maddening piece of information was this?
“Okay, but you sure know how to drive someone crazy with suspense.”
He grinned. “I used to mess with Elsa that way sometimes. She liked to argue, though. Sometimes for the hell of it she’d sit me down in front of the computer and make me watch these debates between theologians and atheists. Hitchens, Dawkins, all them other fellas. Not sure what she hoped to accomplish with that since I’m neither religious nor atheist.”
“Well, that was nice of you to be patient and watch them.”
He chuckled. “You got me all wrong, Melanie. I only sat through them with her and indulged her arguments because it led to good things afterward.”
Mellie grinned. “You clever rascal.”
“She liked it, too. Sometimes I think she was more interested in using debates as an aphrodisiac than actually changing my way of thinking.”
She smiled. “I’m sure she was a good woman to have won over a sweet man like you.”
He grinned. “You’re as smooth as Hunter when he’s sincere and Emmett when he wants something.”
“Oh, I didn’t want any—”
“I’m just teasing you, sweets, but I meant what I said about Emmett.” Herschel deliberately made his voice louder when Emmett walked by.
“Hunter’s hardly a paragon of virtue either,” Emmett retorted.
Herschel winked at his son. “He’s a near-sight closer to it than you.”
“What happened to me being your favorite son?” Emmett teased.
“Oh, that’s right, huh? Are your brothers around?”
“No.”
“Then you’re my favorite.”
Mellie snickered.
“If you talk her out of marrying me, you might find yourself in a nursing home, old man,” Emmett said with a playful smile and narrowed eyes.
Herschel let out an easy chuckle. “Son, would you really deny me the privilege of being crotchety toward you later on down the road and hitting you with my cane in public? I’ve waited my whole life to be old and untouchable.”
Emmett smirked. “I see. So all these years of even temperament were all you biding your time for the orneriness to come?
“Damned right. Pardon me, darlin’. Where are my manners?”
“It’s all right. Your sons are wonderful. I know you mean a lot to them.”
“She’s right,” Emmett agreed.
“I mean a lot to you, huh?” Herschel replied.
“I meant that we’re wonderful,” Emmett teased.
Herschel laughed. “Just like your mother.”
“You know we care about you, old man.”
“I know you do, son, but do you love your old man enough to let him wear tight plaid pants, clogs, and a polka-dot vest with no shirt in public when I’m old? Might have to let my hair grow out real long to my waist, too, and grow one of them ZZ Top beards.”
Mellie laughed. “Oh wow. I can’t wait to see that.”
“God,” Emmett muttered. “One thing is for certain, you won’t be dressing yourself then.”
Herschel chortled. “Why not? You should see what some of the kids these days are wearing. Big jeans about twelve sizes too large, hanging down to their ankles, a bunch of piercings, and all the other whatnot. I figured I’d make a fashion statement in this small town.”
“Over my dead body,” Emmett said.
Herschel grinned. “Would you feel better if I ditched the dream of clogs and wore some of them bright Swiss cheese clown shoes?”
“What?” She couldn’t hold back laughter.
Emmett smirked and furrowed his brow. “What the devil are you talking about?”
“You know, them colorful shoes with holes.”
“You mean Crocs?” she guessed.
“Is that what they’re called?”
“Yeah.”
Emmett shook his head. “Stick with ranching, old man. We’ll pick out your wardrobe when you’re older.”
“What were you watching?” Mellie asked.
Herschel returned his attention to the TV. “A home video Elsa and I made of the kids when they were younger.”
Her heart swelled with warmth and love for her men. “Aw! Can I see?”
“No,” Emmett replied.
“Now, son, she needs to see how cute you looked when you were just a tiny tot in all your adorable fatness.”
“Lovely,” he muttered.
She gave Emmett pleading puppy eyes. “Oh please, Emmett. I bet you guys were adorable.”
He rolled his eyes and gave her a smile. “Fine, get it over with, old man, and let me know which nursing home you want me to put you in.”
Herschel smirked and turned the video back on. “One close enough so I can come back as a ghost to haunt you and break your logical brain.”
Mellie’s heart melted at the video of the four little munchkins on it. She wanted to grab all four of the O’Neil kids and cuddle the little cuties and kiss their sweet faces. “Aw! They’re all so cute.”
Herschel was beaming with fatherly pride. “They sure were, weren’t they? Most of them stayed cute, except for Emmett.”
“I inherited half of your looks.”
“Handsomest darned son I produced.”
“That’s better. Maybe I’ll let you stay.”
“What about my old person attire I intend to wear someday?” Herschel joked.
Emmett smiled as he left the room. “Don’t push your luck.”
Mellie loved seeing footage of the cowboys from back when they were kids. “How old were they here?”
Herschel thought back for a moment. “Let me see. That was about 1984, so Greyson would have been about twelve. Emmett and Hunter were probably eleven, and the little fella, Jake was around a year old at the time. Cute little thing, huh?”
“He’s adorable. They all are.”
The doorbell rang on the home video. The woman, who appeared to be the boys’ mother, groaned. “Who dares to disturb Christmas?”
Mellie smiled. The woman had a beautiful British accent and her mannerisms were clearly as the
men had described to her.
“Hunter O’Neil, open the door,” Elsa told him with a friendly smile. “Unless it’s Santa, tell them Elsa O’Neil doesn’t want to be disturbed.”
“Yes, Mama.”
“Do you like your shovel, Greyson O’Neil?”
“Yeah!”
Mellie stifled laughter. “A shovel, huh?”
Herschel grinned. “Greyson was always an odd one. He asked for a shovel for Christmas so he could dig trenches and play war. We got him a bike, too.”
Mellie wondered why the woman used their full names when she wasn’t upset with them. Then it occurred to her where Greyson might have picked up the habit of using her whole name sometimes when he spoke to her.
“Hunter looks a lot like her.”
Herschel nodded. “He does. Elsa used to use full names sometimes. Always put a smile on my face that one did.”
“Greyson has actually done that with me a few times.”
Herschel smiled. “That one was close with his mother. He and I had our differences, but he had a deep bond with her. Poor fella. Sometimes I think his mother’s death hit him the hardest.”
Mellie’s heart went out to Greyson. “I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault, sweets. It was years ago. He hasn’t been the same since. Have they told you about Tasha yet?”
Jealousy coiled in her stomach. “Yeah, Emmett told me.”
“Well, between you and me, I don’t think Greyson really loved her. He was more shaken by his mother’s death than by hers. I never did like that Tasha gold digger. She didn’t know that loyalty was something society thinks kindly on.” Herschel leaned in even though he sat on the couch several feet away from her. “If you ask me, what Greyson really needs is a nice girl like you. You’re sweet and submissive, just the way he likes them. He’s never had that combination before, though. I think you’d be good for him. Lord knows you’re perfect for my other boys, and I’ve got a hunch you’re just right for Diego, too.”
Mellie felt so touched by his words that her eyes misted. No tears fell, but she felt a strong sense of belonging that even her happy childhood couldn’t rival. “Thank you. I really hope so.”
* * * *
He sat on the front porch with his boots propped up on the railing while vegging numbly at the blaring fusion of colors. The natural mural that painted the horizon was a mellow combination of soft peaches and stunning gold with the dusty earth tones of brown thrown in for good measure. It showed the plains at their best.