Hoss: A Rough Romance

by Delta James

  Remi could barely focus enough to understand his words. The fire in her back passage wasn’t letting up. It hurt and she needed him to stop.

  “Morgan, please take it out. I’m sorry. I’ll do what you want...”

  “Yes, you will. You think you can go do as you’re told?”

  “Yes, please...”

  He removed the ginger. He helped her down off the island. “If I have to get after you again before those welts start to fade, it’ll be ginger up your pussy and a plug in your bottom hole. Understand?”

  Not knowing what to say, Remi nodded. He quickly reached between her legs and pinched her clit, resulting in her yowling.

  “What did I tell you about answering me?”

  “I’m sorry, I forgot. I won’t forget again, and yes, I understand.” Trying to deflect some of his irritation, she asked, “May I take off the sweater now and go sit on the table?”

  He grinned. She’d never wanted to punch someone so badly in her entire life, but rightly suspected it would do her no good whatsoever. She’d have to wait and pick her moment. She would get away from him and then just disappear, make a new life and escape the nightmare hers had become since discovering Becca’s lifeless body.

  “I’ll have to thank Murph for that tip about how a little dose of ginger can go a long way in fixing a bad attitude. Yes, you give me the sweater and go sit on the table and spread your legs.”

  She slipped down off the island, wincing as her bottom rubbed along the edge. Silently, she handed him the garment and then went and sat on the table, grimacing again as her welted backside made contact with a hard surface. He cleared his throat to remind her to sit with her legs apart. Morgan followed her over and sat down.

  After taking a couple of bites, he lightly fingered her pussy and smiled. As much as she might have wanted to prevent it, she could already feel her juices beginning to coat the walls of her channel.

  “It’ll be interesting to monitor your state of arousal while you go down on me. I think part of your punishment needs to be you just have to wait for me to get hard after I shoot my load into your belly. Without manual stimulation from you, it’ll take a bit longer, but that’ll give me time to do a couple of things I need to do before the boys get here and to have a taste of that sweet honey you keep between your legs.”

  The longer he took to eat and enjoy a second cup of coffee, the hornier Remi became from his fondling. She was now beginning to drip onto the antique table and her nipples had stiffened to a painful state. When he was finished, Morgan got up and took his dishes to the sink.

  When he returned, he said nothing but simply unbuttoned his fly, letting his cock jut out. He helped her off the table and pressed down on her shoulder. He needed no words for her to understand exactly what he wanted. Kneeling in front of him, she opened her mouth. He placed each of his hands on the sides of her face and drove his cock into her mouth, groaning heavily as he did so. Remi closed her lips around his member and began to lick and suck as he moved his hips back and forward.

  “I swear, Remi, the only thing I know that’s sweeter than your mouth is that wet pussy of yours. I suspect that bottom hole might be as well, but I don’t know for sure yet. But damn, Remi, you give good head.”

  His hands on either side of her head, the surging ebb and flow of his cock and the appreciative sounds of male pleasure kept Remi focused on the job at hand. Usually when she’d gone down on a man, she’d felt in control, but not with Morgan. There was no doubt in either of their minds as to who was servicing who. His enjoyment sparked her own state of arousal. She could feel herself growing wetter with each thrust.

  She reached for her own nipples. She needed some relief.

  Morgan jerked her hair. “You don’t touch yourself unless I tell you to and only then so I can get off watching you. Those nipples can stay nice and hard until I’m ready to give you some relief.”

  He arched his back and fucked her face harder, which made her gag, but he ignored it. He plunged deeper into her mouth until she felt as though he was trying to get his cock all the way down her throat. She could feel his staff swelling as it prepared to release. His cum shot to the back of her mouth and down into her belly. So great was the rush of his seed, she could barely feel it race over her tongue and down her throat. Remi had no choice but to gulp it down. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside her mouth as he held her steady to finish what he’d started. Her only satisfaction was in the growls and groans he made as he continued to spurt into her mouth as his plunging slowed and then stopped.

  “Now that you have something in your belly, you go back upstairs and take a nap. I didn’t let you get much sleep last night and you’ll probably get less tonight,” he said as he withdrew his now only semi-erect cock from her mouth.

  “Why less?” she asked as he helped her to her feet.

  “Because last night I had to be on alert to make sure you were safe. Tonight, some of my men will be here so I can ride you as hard and as often as I want. You behave yourself while they’re here. If you chose to disobey me in front of them, I’ll discipline you the same way. Go on and you keep in mind that the only one who plays with you is me.”

  It was all Remi could do to keep from spitting out what little of his cum remained in her mouth or wiping the residue from her lips. She reminded herself that she needed to bide her time. Part of her thought she should wait to make her escape until after he had eradicated the threat; the other part warned her that to stay was to risk losing that part of herself that would ever want to leave.

  * * *

  Hoss watched her go. He hadn’t lied to her; she was truly the best lay and gave the best head he’d ever had. He wondered idly what her ass would feel like when he fucked her bottom hole. There was something about dominating a woman to the point where she’d submit to that particular act that always made it extremely satisfying to force a climax from them. He had no doubt he’d make her come for him. She was wildly responsive, but still had a defiant streak.

  Hoss realized that he had lied to her. He’d never really recovered from losing her. And sometime since she had arrived, he had begun to imagine a life with her. There was nothing he wanted more than to spend the next fifty or sixty years waking up to her and losing himself between her thighs. Hoss wanted to feel her ass under his hand as he spanked her and in his hands as he held her and rutted between her legs.

  Chapter Seven

  Not knowing what else to do, or what she really wanted, Remi climbed the stairs to the bedroom and curled up in the big bed. It would be so much easier just to stay and let him protect her if she thought he had even the slightest inkling of feeling for her. But obviously, he still believed she’d stood him up all those years ago and was unwilling to even hear the truth, much less forgive any wrongdoing on her part. Remi suspected his offer of protection for her would last only as long as she met his sexual demands.

  She vowed that she wouldn’t let him see her cry. She would do whatever it took to clear her name and find Becca’s murderer. Remi had determined that if it was just her, she could have left, created a new identity and started over, but there was Becca’s family to think about. They deserved answers and to see her killer brought to justice. Becca... her heart clutched at the memory of seeing her lifeless eyes. She’d been such fun and Remi regretted not getting to know her better. Remi began to weep, and her tears would not be contained.

  Remi had her back to the door and jumped when he sat on the edge of the bed, wiping the tears away.

  “There’s no need for tears. No one is going to hurt you,” he said.

  “No one but you,” she sniffled.

  “I think you like a bit of rough. You’ve come at least twice every time I’ve had you and I have yet to reach between your legs and not found you wet and wanting.”

  “You spanked me and then used your belt on me. You fingered my bottom hole, none too gently, and then stuck ginger up it. In case you missed it, none of that was pleasant,” she snarled, prompting ano
ther hard swat to her derriere and making her yelp.

  “As I said, I have yet to finger your cunt and not found it wet enough to fuck—even after I decorated your ass with stripes, you were ready for me. And you came when I finger fucked your ass, which, by the way, makes me even more excited to fuck you there with my cock. The ginger was not something you were supposed to enjoy. It’s supposed to make you reconsider whatever you did that got you punished.”

  “Go away,” she said quietly. There was no reason to argue with him—it would do no good when everything he’d said was true.

  “I made sure we’re secure and we’ve got a bit of time.” He grabbed one of the pillows and laid it down next to her, rolling her onto her back.

  “No!” she cried.

  Morgan pried her legs apart. “Yes. What did I tell you about whining when I wanted you?”

  “That I wasn’t to do it...” she said with a resigned sigh.

  His hand snapped against her swollen vulva, making an obscene, wet splatting noise. Remi cried out. Morgan lay down between her legs, placing each one over his shoulder so that he was cradling her pelvis in his hands and tilting her nether bits up for him to enjoy. She expected him to nip and bite or, at the very least, stab at her pussy and clit with his tongue. Instead he nuzzled her gently with his nose, inhaling her fragrance.

  As Morgan sighed, Remi began to relax. He massaged her gently with his fingers as he began to swirl his tongue soothingly around her clit. It was swollen not only from arousal but from the several times he had swatted her there. The licking and gentle suckling of her nub was inordinately comforting and seductive at the same time. She wriggled beneath his erotic onslaught and began to quietly cry. One of his large hands reached up and Remi braced herself for him to pinch or twist her nipple. Instead he palmed her entire breast before tracing her areola and then tugging on her nipple with a kind of milking action.

  Had he been harsh with her, she could have resisted him, merely endured his latest assault, but this soft coaxing of her response was her undoing; she tilted her hips and spread her legs wider as she felt her pussy begin to gush the honey he had been seeking. She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, moaning and writhing beneath his attention. She arched up sharply as all of her muscles contracted and her pussy tried to clamp down on something that wasn’t there.

  Remi barely had time to recover before his tongue parted her labia and began to probe the entrance to her core. He used it to tickle the roof of her pussy and she seized his head as she called his name. He held her and let her ride out her orgasm, not demanding more of her but supporting the waves of pleasure that rolled throughout her body.

  Morgan’s tongue plunged deeper into her channel and licked the entirety of her sheath... or at least as far as his tongue could reach. He managed to combine the use of a skillful tongue with a mouth that could alternate between kissing and sucking. She didn’t think she could endure much more. She rolled her head from side to side and tried to escape his delicious torture as her entire body convulsed in both climax and need.

  He held the tops of her thighs as he rolled up onto his knees, lifting her lower body into alignment with his cock, which had once again regained its rigidity. He didn’t ask her with words, but simply held her there suspended until she opened her eyes and looked at him.

  He waited until she nodded and whispered, “Please.”

  This time instead of driving into her in a show of dominant control, he drew her gaping, quivering slit over the head of his cock. Slowly, inch by inch, he pulled her onto his entire length. As he reached the end of her sheath, her pussy seized and her legs trembled in his powerful hold.

  Morgan slipped his hands underneath her buttocks and began to thrust into her. He drew back and surged forward in a slow, strong, cadenced rhythm. Remi lost herself to his thrusting. He seemed in no hurry to take his own gratification, but rather was focused on seeing how many times he could coax her to come and relishing her response.

  Over and over her body reveled in the feelings both physical and emotional that he evoked. Her muscles contracted as she felt her pussy spasm in rhythm to his thrusting. Her vaginal walls shuddered and quaked as she tried to wrap her head around the intense pleasure he was giving her.

  “Please?” she mewled.

  “Please what, Remi? Tell me what you want.”

  “I can’t...”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No,” she wailed.

  “What do you want, Remi?”

  “You. I need you to come. I need to feel you filling me... I need... you.”

  “You want me to fill your pussy the way I did your belly?”

  “Yes... please,” she said, desperately clutching at his forearms.

  He laid her down and began plowing her with far more force and less finesse; both were welcome. Remi couldn’t get enough. His dominant lovemaking had awoken a deep-seated need to be possessed and used—not by just any man, but this one. Remi knew that his strength and his control of her and her responses were what had been missing from her life. She wrapped her legs around him, clinging to his enormous frame as he pummeled her pussy and finally unleashed a flood of semen, filling her to capacity and beyond as he collapsed on her, gasping for air.

  Morgan rolled off her and she felt the excess of his cum leaking out and down her thighs. He propped himself up on his side on his elbow and traced designs on her body with the excess white seminal fluid. He leaned over and suckled her nipples while he fondled her clit. He wasn’t trying to arouse her but rather comfort and support her as she came back down from the climactic high he had ridden with her.

  “Like I said, Remi, you are the best piece of tail I ever had. Doesn’t matter what I do or how I do it, you are the single most responsive woman I’ve ever mounted. Get some sleep; I’m going to ride you hard tonight.”

  He swung his legs over the side of the bed, got up and went to take a shower. Remi clutched the pillow to her face and upper body, curled into a fetal ball and cried, stifling her sobs into it.

  * * *

  Hoss stood in the shower, letting the hot water cascade over his body and trying to get the steam to clear his head. He should never have taken her that way, never have coaxed her to give herself to him. He should have just taken what he wanted and needed when he wanted and needed it. That had been his intention; he’d grown hard for her downstairs. He meant to slake his lust and nothing more, but when he found her crying, she’d seemed so lost, almost distraught. His walls came tumbling down and he’d wanted to touch, really touch, her, giving her something sensual and gratifying that she could lose herself in. The problem was he’d teetered on the edge and almost tumbled into his own void of need for her.

  He needed to get this business of finding who had killed the other chef out of the way. He needed to send Remi Caulder back to her life before he lost his tentative grip on his unresolved feelings for her. He’d forgotten who they both were this morning when he’d talked to Adam and to Murphy. She wasn’t his girl; never had been; never would be.

  He smiled as he thought of Murphy, Adam, Yancy, and their wives. All three girls had been handfuls and none had taken readily to being the non-dominant partner in their relationships. His comrades had each taken his woman over his knee and then put her on hers to drive home the point that they would submit to the man who had claimed them. Hoss had long ago given up on the notion that he’d share his life with a woman of his own. The only woman he’d ever wanted had disappeared from his life with no explanation and he’d refused to chase her down, even though his buddies had urged him to do so.

  Turning off the shower, he wrapped the towel around his hips. He reentered the bedroom and could see she’d fallen asleep. She ought to be tired, he mused; he’d wrung climax after climax out of her during their last session and had used her hard since she’d arrived last night.

  She had fallen into a deep sleep with one of the pillows crushed to her chest. As he pulled the pillow away from he
r, he saw the dried tears. He pulled up a blanket up to cover her nudity. If he hadn’t expected his men within the next few hours, he most likely would have pulled her to her knees, mounted her from behind and given her a hard fuck. He needed to put her back in her proper place. His cock twitched and he smiled. She really was the best he’d ever had, and he knew he’d never enjoy fucking any woman nearly as much as he did her.

  Knowing his men were in route, Hoss left her and went downstairs to double check their security. He unlocked the Victrola and ran a system check. Everything came back indicating they were secure except for one sensor that didn’t appear to be responding. He zeroed in on the spot and ran the systems check again. The results were no different. It could just be that something had gone wrong with the sensor. If he were alone, or his men were already with them, he’d go check. But that wasn’t the case.

  He grabbed Remi’s jeans, boots, and bra before running back up the stairs. He knelt on the bed beside her and covered her mouth with his own. She softened and responded to the kiss, winding her arms around his neck. Hating to do it, he landed a harsh strike to the fullness of her bottom and she yowled into his mouth.

  “Wake up. I think whoever killed your friend and threatened you may be here and earlier than I expected. Get dressed,” he said as he thrust her clothes at her.

  “I thought you said we were secure.”

  “We should have been. I didn’t think they’d dare come in broad daylight, but one of the security sensors has been breached. It may be nothing, but I want us on the move. If you can’t be ready to leave when I get my go bag, you can ride like that. I thought you’d be more comfortable in jeans and boots.”

  “You forgot my top.”

  He reached out and fondled her nipple, smiling as it immediately began to stiffen. “It’s my sweater or none. Get moving, Remi. We don’t have time to argue.”

  He could see she understood the need for speed, and he wasn’t all that surprised when he came out of the closet and she was pulling on her second boot. She tossed him her bra and he added it to the go bag.