by Jan Springer
She couldn’t stop the fevered excitement from sweeping through her as the mattress moved and he kneeled between her widespread legs. Slipping his hot hands intimately under her buttocks, he tilted her hips upwards and shoved two soft pillows beneath her ass.
This maneuver made her legs pull against her restraints, not painfully, but tight enough for her to remember she was totally at his mercy.
He reached out and grabbed the champagne bottle, which was a quarter full of pink liquid, and slid the bottle between her upper thighs. The coolness of the bottle felt wonderful against her hot skin.
Curiosity grabbed her. Was he seriously thinking…
“Jude? What are you doing?”
“Shh, you’ll enjoy this.”
Her eyes widened as he tenderly caressed her sensitive clitoris with the open smooth bottle mouth.
Her clit immediately reacted. She tensed as her pussy clenched and wetness seeped from her vagina. Instinctively, she arched her hips.
“Yes, that’s it, Cate. Move your hips for me.”
Oh God!
The smooth lip of the bottle teased her vaginal opening making flames of want rage through her system.
Stick it inside! Please stick it inside.
His knowing eyes met hers, dark with desire.
Her body and mind weakened. She wanted to pull his cock from the restraints of his shorts. Wanted to see his red-hot arousal pulse—just as he was seeing hers.
The mouth of the bottle circled her hot bundle of nerves until it made her thrash on the bed.
“Jude,” she managed to croak, wanting him to stop this exquisite torture.
No, don’t stop. Just fill me with pleasure. Fill me with your cock!
“Just enjoy it baby.”
She twisted against her restraints as he inserted the long smooth neck of the bottle into her. Her muscles eagerly clenched hold of the foreign object and her wetness allowed the long bottleneck to slide easily in several inches.
He tilted the bottle slightly.
Cool wine seeped into her vagina, some of it gushed out and dripped over her anus pooling in the pillows beneath her buttocks.
He left the neck of the bottle delectably stuffed inside her quivering pussy and leaned over to kiss the insides of her knees.
Have mercy!
Hot lips tenderly kissed their way up along her inner thighs. She tried hard not to cry out as the stubble from his five-o-clock shadow grazed erotically against her tender flesh. When his face delicately touched the end of the bottle, he stopped and gazed at her.
“During the Wars I had plenty of time to think up ways of pleasuring you,” he whispered tenderly. “Sipping wine mixed with your cum was one of them.”
The man was deliciously mad!
“You want to know what else I’m going to do to you?”
She held her breath at his words. Heated blood raged through her veins. She wanted to shake her head no. Wanted to pretend she didn’t care one way or the other what dark desires his heart craved. But she couldn’t deny it. She wanted him to do savage and sensual things to her.
She wanted him to take her any way he wished.
“Do you want to know?” he prodded and delicately kissed the end of the bottle making it wiggle ever so wonderfully inside her clenched channel. His blue eyes gazed so intensely at her she nodded in agreement.
“How about I show you instead?”
“Jude, please,” she whispered meekly.
She didn’t know how much more of this exquisite torture she could put up with.
He pulled the neck of the bottle out. She tensed as his finger slid firmly against her swollen clitoris. Fire crawled through her pussy and flamed outward into her belly.
He slid the long neck of the bottle into her pussy. Her vaginal muscles clamped around the smooth glass walls. His fingers groped her labia lips pulling them apart until a sweet burn swept into her clit.
Then he let go of her lips, sliding his finger over her swollen clitoris dampening the fire and increasing the pleasure all the while whispering to her in a calming voice as she whimpered her sexual frustration.
Her legs trembled beneath his torturous touches. Her breath became heavy.
Her heart beat out of control.
When he finally looked up at her from between her legs, his pupils were large and dark with desire. His sensual lips parted in a sexy smile.
“This is the way I want to see you, Cate. Naked. At my mercy. Your face all flushed with arousal. Your pussy soaked with desire and readying itself to take me. ”
Oh God!
“Do you want me to take you, Cate? Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Say it, Cate. Say that you want me to fuck you. That you want it bad.”
“I want you…to make love to…me,” she hissed.
The bottle slid out of her with a sharp pop leaving her pussy weeping and longing to be filled by his penis.
But he didn’t pull out his lusty cock from his shorts. Instead, his hands slid to the outside curves of her hips, his fingers dug into her sensitive flesh holding her still.
“First I will administer your punishment for not welcoming me home,” he whispered.
She cried out as his hands tilted her hips a little higher and his head lowered between her trembling legs.
His feather soft hair brushed erotically against the insides of her thighs increasing the sexual tension in her body. The instant his mouth fused over her clit, she exploded.
Her mind and body shattered. She twisted against her restraints and undulated against his powerful hands. Shudders rippled through her as moist lips suckled her labia and he flicked his tongue against her throbbing clit.
Her breath seared her lungs as she thrashed beneath his onslaught. Her breasts swelled tighter. Her nipples stabbed into the air wanting to be touched too. But he stayed between her legs.
His hot mouth sipped at her pussy with loud slurpy sounds. His sexy groans encouraged her to arch harder into his face. His tongue plundered into her vagina, her muscles spasmed magically. The slick cream of arousal slid down her heated channel and onto his tongue. Slurping sounds mixed with his masculine moans and he devoured her as if he were a famished man.
He sucked harder. Agonizing pleasure made her convulse.
Heat raged through her. Ecstasy pulsed through her nerve endings.
Oh, she was going to die inside this incredible bliss.
Blackness hovered at the edges of her sight. She shuddered against her restraints.
She was flying. She was totally under his control.
Through heavy lids, she barely saw him pull away. Barely saw his face, all flushed with arousal, his lips wet with her cum.
He grinned with the utmost satisfaction as he slipped off his shorts and she cried out as she spied his magnificent cock nestled in his hands.
Chapter Four
Her eyes widened with surprise.
His cock looked so long. Unbelievably huge.
He was even bigger than she remembered! The purple mushroom shaped head pulsed with desire. The slit covered with precome.
Fierce looking veins bulged along his entire length. His balls hung heavy and near to bursting, the contents ready to be emptied into her.
He looked magnificent!
“That’s right, Cate. I’m a man now. Not a gangly teenager anymore. I’ve got a man’s cock. A man’s needs. Not clumsy little boy wants.”
Her breath jammed up in her lungs at his hushed voice. Her pussy clenched she kept her gaze to his sex.
He rose above her, his hands beside her shoulders. His pupils were wide and black. Perspiration glistened his splendidly naked body.
He eased down on her. His body was heavy as he lay upon her, every hard muscle molding into her soft curves. His hipbones sidled against hers.
Cate trembled as his thick cockhead slid into her wet entrance. His shaft stretched her vaginal muscles to an unbelievable width.
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p; His chest sizzled against her breasts, flattening them as he lowered more onto her.
His hot male breath fanned her face.
“Even if my brothers fuck you, you will still be my woman.” There was a desperate, erotic edge to his voice. “They could bring you the ultimate joy, Cate.”
His mouth brushed lightly against hers and her world tilted wonderfully as she tasted her cum on his lips.
“Their cocks plunging inside you while I watch. Your moans and cries of arousal ripping through our bedroom while their mouths suckle your breasts.”
His words rocked her to her very core. Unbelievably, this time though she wasn’t afraid. The thought of him watching her getting fucked was turning her on!
He rocked his hips a little. His hot flesh slid deeper into her vagina making her gasp at his immense size. The sexual tension inside her kept growing.
He grinned. Damn him, he knew he was arousing her with his talk about his brothers.
“Bastard,” she whispered not wanting him to know that maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t mind experimenting with several men pleasuring her. Deep in her heart, though, she truly craved only Jude.
“I’ll not have your brothers fucking me,” her voice sounded aroused. Too aroused.
His eyes sparkled with teasing glints.
“It’s the new law, Cate. Besides, I know you’d enjoy them. No woman can resist an Outlaw cock.”
Arrogant bastard.
She moaned as he drove his rod deep into her. Her pussy muscles contracted beautifully, squeezing around his thick shaft. Big hard balls pressed solid against her flesh.
“We fit together,” he growled. He slid out and then quickly thrust his cock into her. She shuddered and twisted against the pleasure.
His mouth clamped over hers catching her gasps.
She kissed him back with all her pent-up hostility, her confined desires and descended deeper toward the gratification he offered as he continued to piston into her.
“I’m glad you waited for me,” he ground out and slammed into her body yet again.
“Who says I waited,” she gasped as her muscles clenched readying for an orgasm.
His eyes flashed at her answer.
“You’re too damned tight, that’s why, darling. Besides, you’re a loyal woman. You wouldn’t be protesting multiple lovers if you weren’t.”
Damn you!
He thrust harder, faster.
“Yes! That’s it! Harder!”
Pleasure racked her. Her inner muscles constricted around his thick intrusion.
“You’re so beautiful. I don’t want to share you,” he groaned. His lips brushed her quivering mouth.
He didn’t want to share her!
Her momentary excitement disintegrated as he pumped her pussy faster driving her toward her release.
Perspiration drenched her. His hot muscular body pulsed over her.
She’d missed sex with Jude. She’d missed it so much.
But according to the Claiming Law he had to share her with his brothers. If his brothers were half as good as Jude was…
Her breath caught as the explosion tore through her.
Sharp. Agonizing. Beautiful.
Shudders zipped along her vaginal muscles. Clenched her lower belly. Shook through her body until she cried out from the wicked impact.
His heated length pulsed inside her with warning. His corded muscles tensed and he shouted as he reached his own climax.
It was a fantastic guttural sound.
Primitive. Sexy.
He cried out again and his hot sperm shot into her very depths.
Afterwards, he lay on top of her, his softened flesh still buried inside her, his hot breath framing her face as he slowly fell asleep.
Cate smiled. He’d always done that. Fallen asleep after making love to her.
Rest up, darling. Rest. For when you wake up I want you to fuck me over and over again.
Cate shuddered as realization washed over her.
Despite the Claiming Law being thrust upon them she now knew in her heart that no matter who fucked her, her body would only belong to Jude Outlaw.
* * * * *
When she awoke, Cate discovered her bindings were gone and a warm blanket covered her nude body.
There was no sign of Jude and she immediately knew why.
The boat was dipping and rising so badly it tugged a sour knot of nausea at her stomach. A quick look out the rain-streaked windows confirmed her suspicions.
A storm had hit.
Giant frothing white waves splashed over the bow and decks of the cruiser. Beyond she saw nothing but gray mist and silvery sheets of rain.
Scrambling out of bed, she ignored the gentle ache between her legs and quickly donned a white peasant style dress she found on a nearby bolted chair before rushing outside.
Cool rain slashed over her and a strong salty wind blew against her as she headed up the metal stairs to the pilothouse situated directly on top of the sleeping quarters.
She found Jude struggling at the wheel. Rain slanted beneath the awning pummeling his body.
Immediately she noted the blood staining the bandage on his lower arm. Guilt assailed her for doing such a horrid thing to him. But this was no time to feel guilt. She had to do something to help him fight the storm and she had to do it fast!
An idea quickly formed and she headed toward the coiled rope in a corner of the pilot-house.
When he spotted her he yelled angrily, “Go down below! Stay there!”
“No!” She screamed back, wiping the rain from her eyes and sifted through the oily smelling coil frantically looking for one end of the rope.
“I said get your ass below!” He shouted again.
She ignored him and found what she was looking for. Looping the end of the rope through a hook bolted into the floor she secured it.
Beside her, Jude swore. “Dammit woman! Listen to me! Get your ass into the engine room and stay there!”
“What? I can’t hear you?” she lied.
Fumbling through the coiled rope, she found the other end. Tugging it along with her, she quickly looped it around Jude’s waist and tied it with another knot.
Damned if she was going to lose him now.
He cursed again but she knew he was helpless to stop her. If he removed his hands from the wheel there was no telling what would happen to the boat.
“For God’s sake at least tie yourself down too,” he cried frantically as the wheel jerked in his hands. “I don’t have time to worry about you!”
She nodded and searched for another coil of rope. Finding one inside a cabinet, she quickly pulled it out.
A moment later, she had herself secured and joined him at the wheel. He seemed relieved when her warm hands slid over his cold ones.
The wheel miraculously steadied.
To her surprise, he smiled at her.
Stubborn man. Didn’t he know that a woman was just as strong as a man?
Another ocean wave heaved itself over the bow, spilling water in a V above the decks and into the pilothouse slamming into both of them with such a fury she tumbled against Jude.
“Spread your legs! It’ll give you balance!” he shouted above the screeching wind.
Cate nodded her understanding and did as he instructed.
They fought the storm that way for hours. Their hands gripped tightly to the wheel. She stood behind him using his body for much needed warmth against the cold elements. Finally, when the storm eased a little they’d taken turns at the wheel. While one manned the boat the other rested in the nearby captain’s chair.
Just as Cate was doing now.
Damn her! She looked so cute in that dress.
Jude’s grasp on the wheel tightened and his cock pushed hard against the restraints of his jean shorts as he watched her sleep. If the ocean still wasn’t so rough, he’d be untying that safety rope from her waist and nibbling on those bare feet she’d tucked beneath her cute ass when she’d climbed onto the ca
ptain’s chair.
His heart picked up speed as he observed her generous curves outlined against the simple dress he’d laid out for her earlier before the storm hit. He’d purchased the pretty peasant style dress through Soldiers Mail-Order Catalog service a couple of years ago. He’d kept it with him while he’d driven the tanks through the hot dusty deserts. He’d taken it out every night, touching its softness, imagining it on Cate.
The thought of her wearing the simple dress at their own wedding had saved his sanity amidst the harsh fighting of war. It had eased his sorrows as the painful cries of his fallen comrades had seared through his brain and it had dampened the sounds of sniper fire exploding all around them through yet another terrorist attack.
Jude shivered at the gut wrenching memories. He forced aside his sadness and drew his thoughts back to his sensual Cate.
The dress fit her perfectly and it looked a whole hell of lot better on her than he could ever have imagined. With a low daring neckline, the simple dress gave her an innocent sexy look. The drenched cotton material embraced her lush breasts, barely concealing those big sweet tasting nipples from his view.
While she slept, her wet golden hair was tangled over her face; her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink from the wind and her stunning mouth pouted at him.
His cock throbbed as he remembered the snugness of her pussy.
Man! She’d been so achingly tight. Her slick velvety vaginal muscles had trembled like a virgin around his flesh. The deeper he’d dove into her the more intense the pleasure.
He’d held his own gratification at bay as he’d concentrated on making her come over and over again, totally transfixed at the exquisite delight etched in her face. When she’d cried out her enjoyment, he’d finally come undone and sought his own pleasure.
Jude closed his eyes and inhaled the salty air. He’d found such superb satisfaction in her body and he’d find even more when this storm was fully gone.
The boat pitched against a wave and he held tight to the wheel wincing at the soreness in his arms. They’d worked well together and they’d put up a good fight against the storm.
He frowned, his heart heavy with sadness as he thought of the Barlow brothers waiting for him to show up with Cate. She was the bargaining chip to get his brother Tyler back.