Promises Keep (The Promise Series)

by Sarah McCarty

  “Steady.”

  He wasn’t done with her by a long shot. He unbuttoned his pants, groaning in relief when his cock sprang into the air. His groan brought her attention around. Her eyes widened when she saw his fully erect cock. He might have thought her nervous, but her pussy spasmed as she turned away and more cream coated her thighs.

  He slid out of the chair, to his knees, leaning forward to lap at the inner curve of her leg, taking her taste into his mouth, savoring it as it spread across his tongue. Using long, leisurely laps, he worked his way up to the soft pad of flesh below the crease of her thigh. He swirled his tongue over the nectar there, gathering it into his mouth before he caught her flesh and sucked hard. She jerked and her knees buckled as he marked her. He caught her ass on his palms and pushed her back up.

  “Stay put,” he ordered, releasing her thigh.

  Her “sorry” was a shaky expulsion of sound. He smacked her ass again as a reward for her efforts. She jerked. He smacked her other cheek and she quickly brought her ass back to position. The thigh he’d just cleaned, shone wetly with new juices. He touched the mark he’d put on her, feeling a deep satisfaction at the visible evidence that she was his, before he curved his fingers into her slit and spread her natural lubrication back to her ass. He deliberately spread her reddened buttocks, watching her pink rosebud twitch as he lubricated the opening with her juices. He did it again and again until her anus gleamed as deliciously as her pussy. He couldn’t resist a taste. As soon as his tongue touched the puckered opening, she squealed and pulled away.

  He grabbed her hips and dragged her back. “You don’t ever pull away when I touch you. No matter how I touch you, you accept my touch. Do you understand?”

  He waited until she got herself back together. He didn’t move or speak. If she didn’t want this, she was going to have to make her decision now. He’d never been a gentle lover and with her, his feelings were purely primitive. He wanted to mark her with his mouth and his seed. To take her every way there was to keep her permanently filled with his come so no other male would come near her. He needed her complete acceptance and submission, and he was not going to be able to settle for anything less.

  She settled her weight back onto her feet. With a delicate adjustment, she angled her ass back, her spine slightly arched in a purely feminine offering. He leaned forward. This time, when he put his mouth to her flesh, she held her position. As he lapped at the tender portal, she moaned and tension in her muscles increased. Her muscles twitched with the need to move. He slid a finger down to her clit and stroked while burrowing his tongue into the tight ring of her anus. It loosened infinitesimally.

  He sat back up on the chair. He reached behind him and scooped a handful of salve. He put two lubricated fingers against the opening his tongue had loosened.

  “Push back.”

  Again that pause and then the shudder of compliance. With soft pulses, she pushed against his fingers. He rubbed her clit harder and on the next pulse, thrust forward. She took his fingers to the first knuckle, the soft inner tissue dragging against the digits as he spread them. His left hand opened to cup her mound and keep her in place.

  “Oh God!” she moaned. Her hips bucked along his palm, her juices spilling over his wrist. He worked his fingers deeper into her ass until she took them all the way in.

  “That’s how you’re going to take my cock someday,” he whispered. “Hard and deep with no games.”

  He pulled back, tested the tension in her muscles before pressing a third finger against the tight ring. He curled the index finger of his other hand until it scraped her distended clitoris.

  “C’mon, Angel. Take my fingers. Show me how much you want my cock fucking that tight ass.”

  Her taut muscles bunched, her pussy quivered and her ass winked before she took a breath and pushed back hard against his hand, taking all three fingers into her greased channel. She came immediately, her scream ripping through the room, her inner muscles clamping down on his fingers, her pussy drenching his hand. He held her up with his left hand while driving his fingers into her spasming channel. When her climax mellowed to sporadic twitches, he removed his fingers from her ass, dipped them in the salve and spread the lubricant over his hard cock. He was so aroused, the touch of his own hand had come leaking from the tip.

  He placed his hands on her hips. She flinched at his touch but didn’t tense. Her well greased little hole was red and swollen as he carefully aligned his cock and drew her down onto his lap.

  Her head dropped back against his shoulder as she sat suspended over his cock.

  “I can’t wait to bury my cock in your ass,” he whispered. “Can’t wait to tunnel it deep in that tight little channel. Can’t wait to hear you scream my name as you come apart around me.”

  He pulled her hips down. “Take me, Angel. Give me your ass now.”

  Her head twisted on his shoulder, her hair whipping against his face as she bore down on him. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, anything he could reach as her muscles parted under the assault and the head of his cock burst into her heat. She cried out and shuddered as he stretched her to the limit with that first inch, holding herself perfectly still, as if afraid to move.

  “Steady,” he murmured, holding her hips against his as he tumbled them both forward. She caught herself on her hands and knees. His cock popped free as he pushed her shoulders to the floor and came down over her. His moan echoed hers.

  He spanked her ass twice for the simple reason that it tempted him. She moaned and pushed her heated flesh against his hand. He followed the curve of her spine until he reached the nape of her neck. With steady pressure, he forced her cheek to the floor.

  She lay like a supplicant before him. Open and vulnerable, her cheek cushioned on her folded arms. Her buttocks flexed as he placed his cock against her opening. With steady pressure, he forged back into her ass. Her fingers dug into the wood floor as the outer ring popped open and then snapped closed just behind the glans.

  She whimpered and held still as her inner muscles flexed around him as if trying to milk him of his seed.

  He leaned over her back, bracing one hand beside her shoulder, the other cupping her stomach, once again absorbing her shudders into his larger frame. “Okay?” he asked, kissing her shoulder.

  Her nod was soft against his cheek. He moved his hand from her stomach and pulled both her hair and his away so he could see her face. “Good. Then I want you to just lie there and relax.” He kissed the corner of her delectable mouth. “I want you to just enjoy the feel of my cock fucking your ass. Don’t tighten up, don’t resist, just let it happen.”

  He pulled out to the tip before sliding back in a little deeper. “God, you’re tight. So tight, I’m not going to last long.”

  He pulled out again, shoving back harder, forging deeper. He stopped when she gasped. “Does it hurt?”

  She nodded against her arms.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  She shook her head, “No.”

  He slid his fingers down her back, over the curve of her buttocks, to where his cock invaded her body. The fragile skin was stretched taut. “Damn, Angel, you need to relax.”

  He dipped his fingers down to her pussy, gathering the juices spilling from her and brought them back to her ass, spreading them around her anus, massaging the delicate skin, holding himself still through sheer force of will while he worked on getting her to relax.

  He pulled her up on her knees, staying joined, claiming a little bit more of her ass as her back pressed against his chest. He took her hand and brought it between her legs until she cupped his balls.

  He leaned down and whispered in her ear as he showed her how he liked to be stroked.

  “Can you feel how full they are? How much I want you?”

  She nodded again on his next thrust, her hips wiggling slightly as he pushed his balls against her hand before sliding back into her ass.

  “Do you want my seed, Angel?” he asked against her ea
r, his voice rough with the need riding him. “Do you want me to fuck this tight little ass hard and deep until I fill it full?”

  Her “Yes,” was another of those whimpers of need that had his cock swelling inside her, stretching her further.

  “Even if it hurts?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you like the way it hurts? The way it feels?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want me to fuck your ass, Angel?”

  “Please.” That breathless little moan rocked his control.

  “Then bend over and offer it to me.”

  She leaned forward slowly, her gasps as he followed her down causing him to pause and his cock to slip free. Her moan was an immediate protest.

  “Shhh. I’ll give it back.” He slid his hand up her spine as she sank her shoulders to the floor, his fingertips riding the knobs of her vertebrae until he reached her neck. He opened his hand, holding her there as he pressed with small jabs into her, at first asking and then demanding that her body surrender to his.

  “Push back, Mara. Take me in.”

  She did. He leaned against her harder. Her muscles gave and then he popped through the tight ring to the intense heat within. Her cry echoed in the room. His moan was equally as loud. He sank his fingers into the fleshy globes of her buttocks. He held her still as he fucked her with shallow jabs intended to get her used to the feel of his cock in her. To the demands he was making. With every thrust, she parted a little more. Allowed him a little deeper. Gasped a little harder. Damn, she’d burn him alive. He brought his hand around to massage her clit while he worked his cock in and out of her channel. She held him hard within her, protesting with groans and clenching muscles when he would withdraw, relaxing and opening for him when he forged back in. She was taking half of him now. Not as easily as he would like, but eagerly, accepting his guidance, reaching for the pleasure he offered.

  Every muscle in his body protested as he held back, not giving her what they both wanted. He wanted her to come first. He wanted to feel her pussy gush over his hand, to feel her ass clamp like a vise around his cock. He wanted to be able to shove his fingers into her spasming pussy and feel his own cock jerk and pulse as it filled her ass with the seed threatening to explode from his balls. More than he wanted it, he needed it. She was his and he wanted to fuck her so long and hard, fill her so full, she never, ever forgot it.

  His strokes took on a desperate edge, and he knew he was being too rough for someone new to this, but he couldn’t hold back. He pounded her ass, his hand clamped around the base of his cock keeping him from driving too deeply. He fucked her until she screamed and collapsed beneath him, her body jerking as her orgasm overtook her. He shoved his fingers into her writhing pussy and let his own release take him, feeling his cock swell and jerk through the thin membrane, coming so hard, her name was ripped from his throat.

  Chapter Fifteen

  That night, as Mara returned to the table from removing the last of the supper dishes, Cougar pulled her down onto his lap. Mara struggled but Cougar was having none of it.

  “Keep me company,” he said around a mouthful of apple pie.

  She glanced up at him. “You can’t eat pie by yourself?” Beneath his hand, he could feel her ribs.

  “Nope.” He cut off another piece of pie and brought it to her lips. “Open up.”

  “I already ate.”

  “A little more won’t hurt.”

  Her lips parted, but only to say, “I’ll explode.”

  “I doubt it.” She sighed and reached for the fork. He shook his head. Her gaze flew to his as he pressed the pie against her lips. “Just open your mouth.”

  She did. He slid the pie in. Watching her mouth close around the tines, he slowly pulled the fork out. Her lips slid the full length. Blood rushed to his cock and breath fled his lungs. Damn. She had a great mouth. He waited until she’d chewed and swallowed—barely—before bringing her chest to his, his mouth to hers. Her lips fluttered softly against his as she desperately swallowed again. He sucked her lower lip between his teeth, holding it the way that always made her shudder, and felt the shiver take her. Then he said, “Open.”

  She did. Helplessly. Embarrassedly. His tongue swept inside. She tasted like wild woman and sweet apples. He kissed her until she had no breath left, no will left, then pulled back, loving the way her lips clung to his, her body softened into his, and her hips slid against him.

  “My two favorite flavors,” he murmured against those soft lips, kissing them one more time before leaning back so he could see her expression. “Mara and apple pie.”

  She blushed and buried her face into his chest. Laughing, he cut off a piece of pie for himself, hugging her as he chewed.

  He did enjoy her. He managed to get two more bites down her before she begged off, claiming to be full. Her stomach under his fingers was hard, so he relented. He did not relent in letting her up. He liked the way she felt in his arms. The way this felt, the two of them together at the end of the day, so he held her on his lap, snuggled up tight against him, and finished the pie.

  It wasn’t long before tiredness began to sway her in the direction of his shoulder. By the time Cougar was two-thirds through his second piece of pie, Mara was cuddled against him, lazily drifting off to sleep.

  The chill in the room worsened, and by the time Cougar finished the pie, the fire was definitely in need of replenishing. Carefully carrying Mara to the velvet upholstered sofa she had insisted be put in the parlor, Cougar lay her down. Working quietly so as not to wake her, he fed the fire, did the supper dishes, and doused the lamps before returning to stand by his wife. She slept on her side with her hands tucked under her chin and her lashes feathering her cheeks. Shadows from the fire flowed across her face, emphasizing and de-emphasizing the delicate bone structure.

  Shrugging out of his shirt, Cougar sat on the floor beside Mara, his fingers pushing a wayward strand of hair back behind her ear. “Wake up, Mara.”

  Sleepy and trusting, her eyes opened and stared into his.

  “I fell asleep?”

  “Yeah. You fell asleep.”

  Still caught between dreams and reality, Mara shifted to her back before reaching up and cupping the hand caressing her hair. “I’m sorry.”

  “There’s no need to be,” Cougar whispered. Mara’s tongue eased out to moisten her lips, and Cougar bent his head to touch it with his before it could return to the sanctuary of her mouth.

  Mara closed her eyes and waited.

  So trusting, Cougar thought, so damned trusting of me not to hurt her. He was going to push that trust to the limit tonight, because tonight they were going to make love. He brought his thumb up to rest against the damp surface of her lips. Because he couldn’t help himself, Cougar slid his thumb between Mara’s lips, keeping them parted for the invasion of his tongue. Leaning forward, he mated his mouth to hers. Little gasping breaths passed from her mouth to his. She was afraid when they were like this, front to front. He knew it, but she was interested, too. Cougar kept it slow. At first, he only let his tongue trace the shape of her mouth. Every time he felt her body jerk, he paid particular attention to the spot.

  “Open for me,” he ordered.

  Cougar loved the way Mara obeyed mindlessly. Diving into the moist portal, he thrust and explored to his heart’s content. He found every drop of honey she hoarded in every secret corner, and when Mara grew bold enough to meet his foray with her own, Cougar rewarded her by bathing her tongue in sensation. His heart thundered in his chest as he pulled away.

  He wasn’t fooling himself that her blood raced to match his. Not yet anyway. There was expectancy about her though. As if she was waiting for something to happen. If he approached this right, she wouldn’t think of anything besides him. “I’m going to make love to you tonight.”

  She sighed, and relaxed into his chest, obviously not taking his meaning. “Okay.”

  He cupped her cheek in his hand. “The normal way, Mara.”

 
Tension crept into her pliant body. “Couldn’t we just do it like before?”

  He shook his head. “I’m willing to bet you’re too sore to take me again that way.”

  Her blush and unconscious shifting confirmed his suspicions. “Isn’t there something else—”

  He slid his thumb over her lips, cutting off her suggestion. “I want my wife, Mara.”

  “What if I struggle?”

  “I’ll deal with it.”

  “What if I go crazy?”

  “You won’t.”

  “What if I can’t respond?”

  Ah, now they were at the crux of her worries. “It’s my job to see that you do.”

  He caught her hands in his, stretching them up until they rested by her head. Lowering his torso, he placed his mouth on hers, aligning their lips precisely so that each ridge found a mate to cuddle. With tiny increments of motion, he persuaded the slightest of breaks to occur in the tight seal she unwittingly maintained. With the utmost care, Cougar slid the tip of his tongue through the crack. When her lips parted further and an increase in her respiration could be detected, Cougar pulled back.

  “Very nice,” he approved the way Mara’s mouth gleamed from the wetness of his. “Very nice indeed.”

  Mara ran her tongue over her lips. “I taste like you,” she said wonderingly.

  A jolt of pure lust tore through him. “Good.”

  She looked down his body.

  “You’re naked.”

  “Not quite. Is it a problem?”

  Mara’s fingers flexed under his palms. “I’m not sure.”

  Cougar shifted both of her hands to one of his. Reaching behind her head, he released her glorious hair from its respectable knot.

  “Which is it? Yes or no. I’m a man of large appetites and right now, I’m very hungry.”

  He felt the quiver that shook Mara’s body from his chest to his toes. “Damn you,” she hissed. “You do it on purpose.”