by Desiree Holt
It wasn’t a question. Molly ducked her head, ashamed of her pitiful sexual history.
“Hey, hey, hey!” He tilted up her chin. “I’m glad, okay? This will all be special between us.”
His kiss was soft and tender, but desire simmered beneath the surface and his cock flexed against her. Then, with fluid grace, he lifted her to the bed and arranged her on her hands and knees. She felt the soft brush of his lips on her ass, then the welcome heat of his slap on the still heated skin.
“Jesus, Molly.” His breath hissed out. “Spanking your ass is something I could get used to doing real easy. Maybe one of these times I’ll tie you to the bedpost and just spank you til you come.” Slap! “Would you like that, darlin’?”
Oh, lordy! Just the thought of it set up the tremors in her cunt again.
Chance’s finger traced the line of her slit, and she heard him suck in his breath.
“Holy hell, sugar. You are wetter than Morgan’s Creek.” One finger slid inside her, and she pushed back on it, muscles clamping around it. “Oh, yeah. Real juicy. You love those spankings, don’t you? My kind of woman.” He dragged a fingertip up to the tight opening of her anus and pressed lightly against it. “Now we have to work on you here. Don’t move, Molly. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
She bit her lower lip, waiting impatiently for him to touch her again. The little balls rolled against each other each time she moved, sending shards of pleasure through her already stimulated cunt.
Molly nearly jumped when she felt Chance’s warm, work-roughened palm on her ass again.
“Relax, sugar.” He placed soft kisses on her skin. “You don’t know how much spanking that gorgeous butt of yours and watching it turn a beautiful shade of red turns me on. But I’ve got something else to make you feel good. You’ll love this, I promise, but you have to relax.”
“Relax?” How could she possibly relax? She tried to crane her head around to see what he was doing. “What have you got there?”
“It’s a butt plug, to help stretch you a little. Get you ready for me.” He moved his hand so she could see what he was holding. It resembled an extra thick dildo with soft flanges at its widest point. She’d secretly wondered what one would feel like inside her. Now it seemed she was going to find out.
“Last little tap here, sugar.” Chance smacked her lightly, then licked the warm spot with his tongue. “Now comes the toy. Got to make sure you’re ready for me when we get to this.” He leaned over her again, his mouth close to her ear. “And I promise you, Molly, we will get to it.”
“Mmmm,” was all she could say.
“The last thing in the world I want is to cause you pain.” He paused. “Bad pain, I mean. Good pain is…really good. Really good. So. We’re doing this right. And you’ll love how this feels inside you.” He paused. “Okay?”
“Yes.” She was breathless with the anticipation now that maybe finally, finally, she would get to experience all those things she’d secretly hungered for. Only she wished he’d just get to it. What was with all the talking? All these questions? Chance certainly seemed like a man who knew what he was doing. Why was he so worried about her reaction?
Get on with it.
Then she swallowed a laugh. Proper Molly Hayes desperate to fall into a whirlpool of eroticism? If Chance only knew.
He smoothed his hand over the curve of her ass again, caressing it with slow, even strokes. Just his touch sent the little balls in her pussy bumping into each other again and tremors skittered over her like dancing butterflies. He placed another soft kiss on the tender skin at the same time his finger probed into her rectum, pressing a cool gel into the tissues, rubbing it just enough to set off sparks inside her. That dark hunger that had been unfolding inside her blossomed into full blown need, and icy heat skittered over her skin. More gel, more probing, and all the while he murmured to her erotic words, telling her how good this would be, how much she’d love it.
He leaned over her, his mouth close to her ear. “Take in a deep breath, sugar.”
Molly felt pressure at her anus and breathed in as deeply as she could.
“Now let it out,” Chance said. “Real slow.”
As she did she felt something slowly being pushed inside her ass, something thick and smooth that stretched and burned even as it sent erotic shivers though her. And those wicked little balls began their erotic dance again.
The assault on her body was instant. Her heart raced, and her pulse hammered the blood through her veins as her pussy convulsed over and over again. Spasms shook her as a climax gripped her, shaking her and making it nearly impossible to stay on the position she was in. If Chance hadn’t caught her around the waist, she’d have fallen forward, writhing on the bed.
As last the shudders subsided, leaving her gasping for breath yet strangely still unfulfilled. She wanted Chance inside her. Now, right now.
“Oh, darlin’, you are so responsive.” His slow drawl was like molasses running uphill, thick and warm.
His wide hand splayed across her buttocks, centered over the butt plug he’d pushed inside her. His other hand reached between her thighs and stroked her pussy.
“Feel good, Molly?” His voice was rich with desire. “Loved that orgasm, sugar. And see? You’re dripping wet.” His hand smoothed over her ass again. “We’ll leave it in there for a while and take it out before you leave. I want you to put it in every morning after your shower.” He leaned over her and bit the lobe of her ear. “Another few days and you should be just about ready for me.
Her skin felt hot and cold at the same time, and the pulse in her womb drummed its insistent beat. When Chance rolled her over to her back she could feel the plug inside her, stretching her, pressing against tiny nerves. He bent her legs back and placed her hands on her knees, leaving her open to his gaze. She had never felt so exposed in her life. The sensation of the plug was so intense, the presence of the balls so powerful, she knew he could see exactly how they affected her.
“Stay just like that,” he commanded. “Don’t move.”
He kept his eyes locked on hers, watching her while he took his swollen cock in his hand and slowly stroked it from root to tip. Just looking at him doing that ramped up the desire spreading through Molly. She wet her lips with her tongue, sliding it back and forth.
“Jesus, Molly,” he breathed.
He crawled up onto the bed beside her, stretched out and maneuvered them both until he was on his back and she was between his knees. Her mouth was inches from his erection and the heavy sac of his testicles. Her mouth watered at the sight, and she itched to taste him.
“Go ahead,” he urged, reaching to stroke himself again. “Let me feel those soft lips around my cock, sugar.”
Still adjusting to the strange feeling of the plug inside her and those devilish little balls pinging her nerves, she leaned forward, wrapped her slim fingers around his shaft and licked the velvet head with the tip of her tongue. Chance jerked beneath her tongue, and a slow moan rolled up from his throat.
Chance watched her, his eyes burning with lust and desire. She swept her tongue over the plum-colored head again, and his cock flexed in her fingers. The heavy beat of his blood pulsed through the thick vein that wound around the steel-hard shaft.
“You’re killing me here,” he said, his voice rough.
“I want to take my time,” she teased, and licked again.
But then the urge to take him fully in her mouth overwhelmed her and she slid her lips slowly down the shaft, tilting her head just enough to take him deep. She deliberately let the broad head slide against the roof of her mouth as she moved her lips lower and lower.
He threaded his fingers through her hair to steady her, and suddenly the feel of his hands gripping her made her freeze. Boyd had been really big on oral sex—for him, not for her—but he’d always been so abrupt about it.
Stick that thing in your mouth, Molly. Suck it. Faster, faster. Get me off. Now.
And he’d hold her head
so tightly his fingers dug into her scalp while he thrust in and out of her mouth. She had an instant image of him holding her head prisoner, fucking her mouth with a rough movement that gave her no pleasure at all. Her fingers tightened convulsively on Chance then opened and dropped away. She jerked her head back, her teeth scraping the length of his shaft, making him jump.
His eyes widened, a questioning look in them. “What is it, Molly? What’s wrong? We don’t have to do this if you don’t like it.”
She bit her lip. “It’s not that. I really want to. It’s just that…”
“Just that what?” he prompted.
She looked away from him. “Could you…not hold my head?”
“Ahh.” She heard awareness in his voice. “Bad flashback?”
She nodded, still unable to look at him.
“Molly.” He sat up with a slow, fluid movement. Two fingers beneath her chin turned her head toward him.”
“Look at me, sugar.”
She shook her head again.
“Look at me, Molly.” His voice was firm, gentle and demanding at the same time.
She raised her gaze to his face, afraid of what she’d see there. But the only expression was one of concern.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Please don’t be sorry. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheeks. “Molly, I want to do everything with you. Things we haven’t even discussed.” He put his lips to her ear and whispered, “I want to tie you to my bed and eat you until you can’t come anymore. But I don’t want to force you into anything.”
“You’re not. Honestly.”
“Listen, maybe we should just call it a night. Let things go.”
“No.” She shook her head vigorously. “I want to do this, Chance. I want to do everything with you. Could you just…not hold my head?”
For a moment he said nothing. Then he tilted her face up again and brushed his mouth against hers. “Yes. I can do that for you.”
She grinned at him, then playfully shoved at his chest. “Then lay back down on those pillows right now, cowboy.”
She noticed that Chance now kept his hands deliberately at his sides as she took him in her mouth again. As thick as he was, he filled her completely, leaving little room for her tongue to maneuver around. Still she managed to tickle the sides of his shaft as she drew him in deep, again rubbing him against the roof of her mouth.
One hand cupped his balls, tickling the soft skin of the sac. Sitting as she was on her heels, the broad plug filling her dark channel rubbed inside her every time she shifted. If she twisted her body just right, it moved in an erotic rhythm as she worked her magic on Chance’s cock. She forgot about Boyd, forgot about bad memories, and was completely lost in a sensual fog, her focus only on the plug doing its thing in her rectum and the thick shaft swelling even more in her mouth.
“Molly.”
Was that Chance? Why was he saying anything?
“Molly, sugar, please.” His hands touched her shoulders, lightly first then gripping harder.
She stopped the movement of her head and hands, blinked and looked at him as if in a haze.
“What? What’s wrong? Am I doing—”
“You’re doing fine.” His voice sounded strained. “Too fine. I’d love to come in your mouth, but we’ll save that for another time. Right now, I want to be inside your pussy. Okay?”
Reluctantly she released her hold on him. “Okay,” she answered in a shaky voice, giving his cock one final swipe with her tongue.
Chance raised himself up, lifted her from where she knelt between his thighs and in seconds she was flat on her back, looking up at him.
“Molly.” His mouth was barely an inch from hers, his eyes filled with a raging heat boring into hers. “Will you let me tie your hands? To the headboard?”
She blinked, remembering one of the books she’d read that described a scene like that. She’d be completely at his mercy but…But he wasn’t Boyd and she needed to keep remembering that. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak as a delicious shaft of heat speared though her.
“Don’t move,” he told her.
He left the bed only long enough to open his closet, reach inside and pull out two ties. Then he was back, winding the soft material around each wrist, pulling her hands back over her head and tying the fabric to the spindles in the headboard. The heat in his eyes burned even brighter and his breath came faster.
“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” he asked, the fire dimmed slightly by a touch of uncertainty. “It’s just, this is the way I like sex. And there are so many different things to explore.” He licked the surface of her lips lightly. “But all you have to do is tell me to stop and that’s it.”
She looked at him for a long time, his warm breath fanning across her cheeks, his big hands cradling her cheeks, a look of such earnest desire on his face it pulled at her heart.
Now or never, Molly girl. It’s what you wanted and never had, right?
“I want it all with you,” she said, putting everything she felt into her words.
“Good. Because everything I have to give, I’m giving to you.”
Then he was between her thighs, spreading them wide, lapping at her slit, licking her cream. His teeth tugged at her clit, the tip of his tongue teasing at it. His thumbs pressing the lips of her pussy open were setting off rockets inside her. She’d never thought the feeling of helplessness created by her position would be so stimulating but being in the power of someone she trusted was an incredible aphrodisiac.
She tried to hitch her hips at him, silently urging him to hurry, hurry, hurry.
Chance laughed softly, the sound vibrating through the walls of her cunt. “You taste so good I could eat you forever.” The muscles in his face tightened. “But if I don’t get inside you pretty soon, I might self-destruct.”
His slid two long fingers inside her wet channel, probing gently until he found the string connecting the two Ben Wah balls. Gently he pulled them from her body, letting them bump and drag against tiny nerves along the way. Just like that, she felt another orgasm building.
Chance tossed the little balls to the side, pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer and sheathed himself with one hand. He took a moment to look down at her, drinking in the sight of her stretched out before him, hands bound, the plug nestled in her ass, her face flushed with pleasure, body quivering with anticipation. He’d wanted this for so long. Longer than he’d even admitted to himself. The young girl had grown into a desirable woman, lush and tempting. And he wasn’t able to resist that temptation.
Spreading her wide, he positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her cunt and slowly pushed inside her. The plug narrowed her channel and made the fit tight. So tight his balls drew up and his blood pounded hard as his own climax spiraled up from deep inside his body. Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes and called up every bit of control he had.
Not yet, not yet, not yet.
Letting out a slow breath, he bent forward and captured a nipple in his mouth, tugging on it and sucking it deeply. Molly’s cunt muscles quivered around the thickness of his shaft and her breathing was rapid. He could almost see her heart beating against her ribs. He moved to the other nipple, giving it equal treatment, trying to prolong everything.
But it was so tight—so tight—inside that hot little pussy, the plug pushing against him from the other side of the thin membrane—he just lost it. His hips pistoned as if of their own accord, pounding into her with jackhammer speed and force. Again, again, again. Delicious little noises crawled out of her throat, and she tugged on her restraints as her hips rose up to meet his.
When she threw her legs around him and dug her heels into the small of his back, he was lost. They fell over the edge together, whirling in a black velvet void surrounded by a barrage of fireworks. He knew nothing except the pulsing of his cock and the clenching of her muscles around him.
At last he
drew in a shuddering breath, opened his eyes and looked down at her, delightfully spent, exhausted from the intensity of their lovemaking. Very carefully he withdrew from her and moved off the bed on shaky legs. Disposing of the condom, he padded back into the bedroom to release her restraints. Crawling onto the bed beside her, he wrapped his body around her, one hand cradling a breast.
“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered. “Wake up with me in the morning.”
When she hesitated, he tensed. What was she worried about? Had he pushed her too far? Would she turn out to be just like…
She released a small sigh. “All right. But you have to make the coffee in the morning.”
He chuckled as relief swept over him. “It’ll have to be early. My boss gets pissed if I’m late for the job.”
She put her small hand over his where it lay on her breast. “And I don’t think it would do me any good to plead your case. So, okay. Early is good.”
He placed a soft kiss on her cheek and pulled her closer to his body. He had even more ideas for Molly Hayes in his bedroom. He just hoped she’d be all right with them.
His last thought as he drifted off was that he might have to go to Houston and beat the shit out of that asshole ex of hers.
Chapter Seven
The ranch was just beginning to come to life when Chance and Molly drove in shortly after six the following morning. The yard was filled with men cranking up the day’s routine.
The hay truck was being loaded for another run, cattle in the near pasture were bawling their welcome to the day and two of the hands were just heading off to ride fence. Today, rather than using their horses, they rode out in an all terrain vehicle. Maintaining the fences was a never-ending job. One break and thousands of dollars worth of cattle could be lost or injured.
The men in the yard stopped what they were doing to stare at them with curiosity.
“I’d say we’re definitely out of the bag now,” Molly pointed out. “Although I’m sure the two guys last night have already passed the word, anyway.”