by Tilly Greene
“Oh, man, take me, Jon. Please! I need to come badly,” she confessed. “I’m begging you.”
“Shhh,” he tried to calm her down and he moved until he was flush against her body. “I’ve got you, flower.”
Slowly, and with as much care as he could muster, he placed a bit of his cock inside her entrance. Bending a little, he put his hands under her knees and lifted her until they could wrap around his waist. Not wishing to hurt her, he wanted to control the depths his rod went.
Molly muttered again and tried to go faster, but he wanted to savor the moment. She was slick with perspiration, hot to the touch, and yet he knew she wasn’t sick. No, his woman was full of passion and need, and he was the one to release her pleasure.
“Here we go,” he told her as he slowly fed his cock inside her pussy. Earlier had been a bit rough for her; his rod was wide although average in length. Jon would do nothing to cause her pain.
He watched her face for any signs of discomfort. Nothing happened and he carried on with what he was doing. Once he was buried, he pulled out about halfway and pushed his cock back in until his balls rested against her ass.
“You all right?”
“Please,” she whispered and tried to bump her hips against his, but couldn’t move.
He assumed she was okay and pulled out before pushing his hard-on back into her wet heat. Jon tried to stay focused on moving smoothly in and out of her pussy, but struggled. He wanted to go wild and fuck her at will, but was cognizant of her body not being familiar with anything invading her sweet pussy.
He had the best of intentions, but they soon fluttered to the wind when he bent over to suck a nipple into his mouth. She screamed, crying yes over and over again, and he plunged hard. Molly cried out again and started to come while he pushed into her pulsating channel and tried to pull back out.
“Stud,” she called and, with her eyes on his, stopped fighting his possession. To him, it was a beautiful moment and he never wanted it to end, but it had to. Without any warning, her sweet cunt squeezed his rod one too many times and his seed burst out.
Eventually he was able to rest his forehead against hers as she wrapped her legs around his waist. While he tried to catch his breath, he enjoyed the pulsing beat his cock gave to each pounding beat her pussy offered. They were meant to be together and their bodies were ensuring he knew this to be true.
“Will you stay with me?” he asked while holding her body pressed to the pole.
“Yes, always,” she told him and sighed.
“What’s wrong?”
“I want to hold you close, but I like being held secure for your pleasure.”
“I’ll tie you up whenever you want,” he said and pulled back to release her arms. They’d been above her head long enough and he didn’t want her to ever feel pain.
“Promise?” Her arms dropped around his neck and joined her legs, which continued to hold him at the waist.
“Promise,” Jon told her and held her close. They were going to have a great future together. He simply knew it, then she surprised him by locking them together with the strongest words he’d ever heard.
“I love you, Jon. With my heart, mind, and body, I love you.”
“And I love you, Molly. Those have been my feelings since you appeared and struck me silent.”
“Well, you’re talking now and I like what you’re saying.”
“Then I’ll keep telling you how much I love you,” he told her and followed it with a kiss. They were going to make quite a couple, kinky and all. “I need to have a brand made for you.”
“A what? A brand? Okay, I love you, but after the tattoo mistake, there is no way I’m getting a brand. Besides, it sounds almost barbaric.” She pressed her chest against him and swayed back and forth, causing her nipples to brush against him.
“Not the type of brand I’m talking about and it won’t be a mistake, you’ll see.” Jon soothed her nerves and considered what he wanted on the brand. He didn’t own a ranch, but she was his woman and he wanted to claim her to seal their connection. He’d call Court tomorrow and get the name of the guy they’d used for Sunny’s brand.
He couldn’t wait to put it in her and see her wearing it. Thinking about watching her roll it in her hand, his cock started to grow hard.
“Again?” Molly giggled when she noticed his rod stretching out.
“We can wait,” he offered, but yes, he wanted her again and would continue to want to bury himself in her body.
“I’m ready,” she whispered and he laughed.
“We’re a good match.”
“Yes we are, now take me, stud. Play with my nipples and fuck me hard,” she told him as she used her hands to hold her breasts out for him.
Licking the large tips, he praised whoever he needed to thank for bringing her into his life.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Molly woke slowly as her body screamed—unique aches and pains made themselves known. Rolling over to her side, she groaned as the covers touched her raw nipples. She smiled and replayed her time spent with Jon. The man was a delightful lover who left her feeling cherished and satisfied.
She was very satisfied, although she wouldn’t say no to another round if he offered. That was a given.
Rolling onto her stomach, she held back the moan and instead embraced feeling his mark on her. She was sure he’d enjoyed playing with her breasts, because he couldn’t leave them alone. Good, because she’d been thrilled having them at the center of his attention.
Opening her eyes, she started to take in his bedroom in daylight but was caught by the view. There were trees highlighted by a bright blue sky. What she was looking was probably beautiful, only her attention focused on the top of the teepee. The crisp, white point with pieces of wood poking out was all she could see and she wanted more of what happened in there.
Memories of their night beneath the white canvas pulsed through her as if she were in the midst of the passion all over again. Her pussy picked up pace as her nipples tightened. Remembering how he’d used a device to make them both stick out even further than they ever had been before, and another on her clit, left her panting. She needed his fingers to touch her, stroking the excited flesh to stronger points. The idea of his mouth covering a nipple and suckling, teasing it with his tongue or gnawing with his teeth had her groaning with need.
Maybe he’ll clamp them next time, or my nub, she thought as she lazily watched the wind rustle through the trees. Molly pressed her chest into the mattress and wondered if the nipples were poking holes in it. Her world was centered on her breasts and wanting Jon. No, she needed his touch then she could face the day.
Looking to see if he was sleeping or waiting for her to come to him, she instead found an empty pillow. Playing with him was not in the cards. It was a hard dose of reality, but she had to believe she would have him later. For the time being, that was enough to hold her passionate needs at bay.
Breathing deeply, she realized not only was she on her own, but by herself in his bed. Sitting up, she leaned against the headboard and pulled the blanket up to her chin. Comfortable and relaxed, she looked her fill. This was her chance to unearth more about him, the man she loved and was discovering.
There wasn’t that much to see, but what she saw was interesting, unique.
The bed she knew from last night. Big and made with tree trunks and branches, Molly liked how imposing and yet beautiful it was. In it, she felt as though she slept amongst the trees, and that gave her a sense of peace. What happened beneath the shearing blanket was something different, but it had left her with joy and couldn’t wait for more.
A leather chair sat in the corner, near the fireplace. How had she missed noting that last night? Oh yeah, the lust had been flowing freely and nothing else mattered. This morning, she liked seeing what looked like a wood-burning stove on a green tiled surround. The carpet was cozy, but she imagined a fire heating up the room on a cold night and smiled.
She could see herself sitt
ing there with a good book and cup of hot chocolate. That was cozy to her, but more heated ideas started to flood her imagination. The best one was her straddling Jon’s lap. She’d hold her breasts and tease them as he watched and used his hold on her hips to take what he wanted until he came.
As her pussy throbbed, she told herself to stop thinking about sex. It wasn’t going to happen anytime soon if Jon didn’t come back, and she needed to change her focus.
Seeing a door, she figured it was the bathroom he’d carried her to the night before and she should use it. Problem was she was too comfortable to move.
Eyes closed, she relaxed, almost dozed until somewhere a door slammed.
Immediately she thought it was Jon, hoped it was. He could announce his presence anyway he wanted, but she wished he’d shout out her name or something.
Footsteps walked down the wood floor hallway and got louder and louder. Whoever it was stopped outside the door and she couldn’t move. With a firm grip on the blanket and eyes glued to the door handle as it slowly twisted, she held her breath and waited.
Even though she watched, Molly was surprised when the door pushed open.
“Surprise!” Saki shouted with a huge grin on her face, and Molly collapsed on the bed.
“That wasn’t fair,” she cried and rubbed her eyes.
Her friend joined her on the bed and wasted no time in digging for information.
“Last night must have been pretty spectacular for you to be lounging like a mistress.”
“It was…” She knew what their time together had been. The night remained fresh in her mind. Special. Mind-blowing. Incredible. She could go on and on, but she couldn’t think of the perfect word. They were all too blah and weren’t reflective of their intimate time together.
“It was…” Molly didn’t want to use the wrong word and she stuttered, trying to describe their coming together.
“Beyond words?” Saki asked and she nodded.
“Yes, it was much more than I ever dreamed possible.” Even though they were best friends, she wouldn’t go into details. They were private moments, between her and Jon, but she could share a bit. “I’m in love, Saki, and loved. Jon said he loves me.”
“I’m so happy for you,” her friend said as she reached out for her hand and pulled it from where it covered her eyes. “Even though I knew Jon as much as you, it was obvious what he was feeling. Shoot, the guys were telling me he was a lost man if you didn’t take him, and that it wasn’t simply lust.”
The word lust made her want to laugh, but she smiled instead. There was plenty of that between them.
“What are you doing here, anyway? Actually, what time is it? I don’t see a clock anywhere.” Taking the blanket with her, she sat up and looked around specifically for a clock but could see nothing.
“It’s after eleven,” Saki told her with a giggle.
“Seriously? I haven’t slept this late in like forever,” she cried out. She wasn’t sure how it happened, but she had to get up and start working. They were at the ranch handling a project with a stiff timeline that had to be adhered to, and she was lazing about.
Molly jumped up and found her clothes neatly folded in the bathroom. She made quick work of dressing and knew she had to stop off at their place to change. No way was she going to work in what she’d worn last night.
Her friend laughed all the way back to the house where they were staying and waited while she changed. It was only after she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with another shirt over it that she tuned in to how unhurried her friend acted.
“What am I missing? Why aren’t you rushing me? Don’t we need to look over how the data is coming into the system?”
“There’s no need to rush because we’re meeting the guys for lunch at the diner. We all got a late start,” Saki told her as they both collapsed on the couch. “They drove out to check on how everything was going. Jon asked me to wake you up and see if you wanted to do lunch. Ted and Matt heard and decided we’d make it a group thing.”
“Oh, well, okay. Great, lunch sounds good.” Her brain was muddled around but her growling stomach ensured she knew food was needed. She hardly ate last night and hadn’t had anything since.
“Want to grab your purse? You’ll need your driver’s license.”
“Sure, but why?” She went to get her purse off the pegs by the back door.
“We’re driving one of the ranch’s trucks,” Saki muttered and turned to leave.
“What? Really? I’m not sure about this. You’ve never driven one and I haven’t in years. Are you sure there’s no one around who can take us?”
“Everyone is out catching newborns for tagging, repairing fences, or at the diner. We’re it and when I say we, I mean you.” The smile on Saki’s face was infectious and Molly relaxed a little. It would be interesting to see if she could still drive a truck or not. She used to drive her horses, but that was a long time ago and in a different country.
“Fine, let’s give it a go and hope for the best.” They walked down to the barn and eventually stopped in front of a big black beast. There were four doors and a rail to use as a step up, only it wasn’t quite enough. With a hop, she made it onto the driver’s seat.
They sat in the front of the huge truck cab and started laughing.
“This thing is huge!” Molly said as she looked for a way to move the seat forward. “I’m not sure the seat is going to go far enough forward for me to reach the pedals.”
“Do you want me to sit behind you? It might help get you closer to them.”
“I don’t know, maybe. Let’s see how well I do.” With a giggle, she checked her mirrors and started the truck. It rumbled to life with ease as she slipped back in the seat. Looking over at Saki, she couldn’t hold back the laughter. “This is ridiculous!”
While her friend was small, Saki slipping in behind her in the driver’s seat did take up space and ensure she wasn’t moving away from the gas or brake. It wasn’t legal and she hoped they weren’t pulled over. The position they were in wouldn’t be easy to explain.
Molly put the truck into gear and drove slowly away from the barn and eventually off the Big W ranch. It was about fifteen miles to the diner and the drive was unlike any they’d ever done before. She drove slowly, and not just for safety reasons. She feared getting pulled over for their odd seating or, worse, having an accident.
“Are you seeing some of these looks we’re getting?” Saki said with a hint of laughter. “Can you imagine what they’d say if they saw the full picture. Some people would think my legs on either side of yours and hands on your hips were a sexual thing. It’s a friend thing, people. Don’t gawk with your mouths open. Something you don’t want is sure to fly in and take up residence.”
“Oh, geez, you’re making me laugh. Stop, I’ll crash.” She tried so hard not to laugh but it was impossible. Thankfully they were at the diner and Molly pulled into the parking lot. Molly collapsed against her friend and finally relaxed. The ride was over and they’d survived, she couldn’t ask for anything more.
“Fuck!” Matt whispered and stood up, laughing hard. “I may need some help getting the ladies inside.”
Ted and Jon turned to look out the front window. If he didn’t know better, Jon would think they were drunk. They looked like two noodles slithering out of the truck.
“Shit,” he muttered and went outside. Shaking his head and laughing, Jon was dying to know what the hell happened that had them both coming out of the driver’s side. It had been hard to leave her side that morning, and now he wanted to take her right back.
His lover was happy and enjoying herself while looking lush and heated. Sex was on his mind, but so was contentment. They needed to talk about their next step. He wanted to start and end every day with her at his side.
First, he needed to get a hug from her. His priorities were settled. As he walked up, Ted picked Saki up and held her close, and he took an extra step to Molly’s side and she jumped into his arms.
“Do what?” Jon whispered in her ear as he leaned against the truck with her in his arms. He needed to hold her close and not let go.
“I will never again drive a car that’s far too big for me. I couldn’t reach the gas or brake, so Saki sat behind me to keep me from sliding away. I swear, I drove very carefully, but it was scary. Then Saki kept making me laugh and it was funny, then terrifying. People would pass us and stare. We must’ve looked so weird.” She talked non-stop and gave it all to him, well, shared it with his neck.
“You two had quite an adventure,” he told her and tried not to laugh. The strength of her arms wrapped around him—he figured she needed support and comfort.
“Yes, I didn’t like it, but I did. Am I making sense?”
“Absolutely.” Everything she said made perfect sense and his cock hardened. It was hard to hold her so close and not pay attention to how her breasts felt pressed against him. They were probably tender from all he did to them the night before. He’d be happy to soothe them with his mouth.
“I love you,” Molly said as she lifted her head and looked him in the eye. Those three words were like a punch to the gut. He had no way to breathe and felt fine with that. They’d shared their words of love the night before, but today had nothing to do with sex. They were how she felt. To hear them in such an innocuous setting meant the world to him.
With a little shift he pressed his lips to hers, content.
“You are everything that is good in my life. I want more with you. Is it too soon to ask you to move in with me?” Jon didn’t follow what society thought was the proper timing of everything. He asked because he wanted to wake and go to sleep with her. The regular things like cooking breakfast, doing laundry and just sitting around together were what he wanted to do with her. Sex was important and he wanted it with Molly, often, but the day to day stuff was also what he’d like to experience.