And, he decided, if he didn’t put his hand over her mouth to muffle her screams, by morning the whole damned town would be under no illusion as to whom Mara McKinnely belonged.
That smile lasted all the way up the stairs in Millicent’s conveniently deserted establishment. It lasted as he kicked open the one spare room Millicent kept especially for her women boarders. It grew broader as his little wife, clad only in a chemise, dropped her hairbrush and stared at him in panic.
“Are you aware that the whole town is talking about how you just screwed the pants off Reverend Swanson?”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Mara paused, halfway bent over to retrieve her brush from the floor where she’d dropped it. She could only gape at Cougar as he casually shut the door behind him.
“I did what?”
Cougar leaned against the doorjamb as his fingers began to toy with the buttons of his shirt. “According to Homer, you lured the Reverend up here to your room and in a scant fifteen minutes, balled his eyes out.” As Mara’s mouth opened and closed with the grace of a landed trout, Cougar tacked on helpfully. “Apparently, he left here a satisfied man, because he was last seen adjusting his pants with a big grin plastered across his face.”
“I didn’t. He couldn’t. We didn’t,” Mara stumbled to a halt, shocked by the enormity of her plan’s backfire.
Cougar pushed himself away from the wall, buttons parting as he strolled over to where Mara sat, dead white, frozen like a statue. “Oh, I don’t believe a word of it.” He assured her arrogantly. His shirt fell open to his sides. Placing his hand under her arm, he straightened Mara gently. “This delightful body responds to my touch and mine alone, but,” he tacked on as the wariness left Mara’s face to be replaced with the light of battle, “you owe me for having to sit in the midst of a couple of dozen panting men while Homer spilled his tale.”
“A couple of dozen,” Mara echoed, noticing for the first time that her husband was undressing.
“Easily,” Cougar replied, his tone still casual. Reaching out his hand, he pulled Mara to her feet. Turning her around so she faced the mirror, he slid his big hands under the bodice of her chemise. With one smooth motion, he rent the garment into two useless pieces. Mara met his gaze in the mirror and realized he was furious.
“You said you didn’t believe it.”
Cougar slid his arms around her torso as he scooped her breasts into his hands. He rolled the nipples between his fingers as a reward for their prompt response to his touch. “I don’t.”
He held her gaze in the mirror. “But that doesn’t mean every lusting man in that damned saloon didn’t swallow every lurid detail.”
Mara swallowed hard. “Lurid?” she groaned, her body softening into Cougar’s despite her wariness. She could feel his arousal pressing into her back. Try as she might, she couldn’t keep her eyes off their joint reflection in the vanity mirror. He rose above her, a deeply tanned pagan. Her breasts appeared and disappeared from behind his caressing hands. Her knees gave out.
“Definitely lurid,” Cougar replied, bending forward until Mara was forced to brace her hands on the vanity. He traced the line of her spine with his finger. “Very nice,” he approved when a trail of goose bumps sprang up.
“No,” he ordered as Mara would have straightened. “Stay right there and watch.”
“You said you believed me,” Mara pointed out weakly as she saw through the mirror how Cougar made short work of freeing his manhood. It sprang hungrily into the twilight of the room. The unbuttoned fly of his denim pants bracketed its hard length as he cupped the shaft in his hand, pumping its length with firm strokes, making it grow harder. Thicker. Her pulse doubled its rate. Her pussy flooded with moisture.
Cougar tore her pantalets in two. “I do, but you also owe me for three sleepless, frustrating nights.”
His hands settled on her hips. His cock pressed against her pussy, settling into the little valley, feeling impossibly huge and hard. A shudder shook her from head to toe as she realized he wasn’t even going to undress. In the mirror, his expression was rigid.
“I’m glad you’re nice and wet, Mrs. McKinnely,” Cougar drawled, his voice slightly hoarse, but still conversational. “Because we’re going to do things a little differently tonight. All the way. All at once.”
Mara closed her eyes against the flood of heat that surged over her.
“Open your eyes,” Cougar snapped. Mara immediately complied. In the mirror, she watched as the muscles in Cougar’s shoulders bunched. She felt his hands clench on her hips, and then she saw him throw his weight forward. With one primal plunge, he embedded his huge shaft to the hilt.
Her breath caught in her throat as his cock drove into her tight passage, relentlessly forcing past her resistance until she couldn’t take anymore. She struggled to adjust to his presence. His hand came down hard on her ass, once, twice before he asked, “Who do you belong to?”
The combination of biting pain and searing possession had her sobbing in frustration. He worked his hips from side to side, his fingers digging into the flesh he’d so recently spanked as he pulled all the way out.
“Who do you belong to?”
She bit her lip against the need to answer. All her muscles pulled tight as she resisted the need to give in. Her vagina clenched on the broad head of his penis as he pressed against her. He slapped her buttock again as his cock pushed against her. For all that he was threatening her, she knew he wouldn’t actually risk hurting her. Her suspicions were confirmed as he ordered her to relax.
“No.”
In the mirror, his golden eyes narrowed. His left brow went up. “No?”
“I’m not a puppet, Cougar.”
She didn’t know where she found the strength for the words. Especially since her body was starved for his possession.
He braced one hand on the vanity. “No?”
The other came around to the front of her hips, slid over her hipbone and followed the crease until it found her engorged clit.
He cradled the swollen nub between his fingers, milking it in slow, short strokes. “I think yes.”
Her sob was unpreventable. So was the shudder that took her and the softening of her pussy against his cock. He thrust deep and she screamed, unable to endure the intensity of the sensation driving up from her groin. He worked his big cock out of her pussy, only to drive it back in twice as hard the next time. All the while, he milked her clit, squeezing and releasing, sometimes hard, sometimes light, but never in a manner she could predict.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked as his cock hovered just outside her greedy channel. Promising everything but delivering nothing.
Her fingernails cracked against the smooth wood of the vanity. “Myself.”
“Wrong answer.”
Cougar yanked her onto his shaft and then ground himself deeper. He had always taken her by slow increments before, but now, he was showing no mercy. It was both too much and not enough. She breathed a sigh of relief when he yanked out, only to scream when he immediately pounded back in. The vanity crashed rhythmically against the wall. He was battering her insides, wrenching a lusty response from her woman’s flesh. She couldn’t engulf enough of him fast enough. With a suddenness that had her crying out a protest, Cougar stopped. He was deep inside her. His hands gripped her hips with bruising force as his balls swung against her labia.
“Who do you belong to?”
“Myself,” Mara managed, gasping for air, tears on her cheeks, compelled to defy him to the end despite the fact that she was straining back with every fiber of her being to accommodate every fraction of his length.
Cougar’s response was a step backward. Mara closed her eyes and felt every swollen inch as it dragged free of her clinging flesh. She was, she realized, on the verge of a climax. And, she noted, opening her eyes and meeting Cougar’s in the mirror, her husband knew it. She bit her lip to keep from weeping out loud.
Cougar held her wild-eyed stare in the mirror. “
Who do you belong to?”
She wanted him. Oh God, how she wanted him. She was nearly mindless with it, but Mara still maintained a thread of control. “Myself,” she gasped weakly, half hoping he wouldn’t hear.
But he did. “A pity.”
Keeping his grip on her pussy, he knelt behind her.
“What are you doing?” Mara looked behind her, trying to see his face.
Cougar stroked the quivering mounds of her buttocks, dipped his fingers in the juices lying thick on her flesh and spread them to her anus.
“This,” he replied as he touched his tongue to her sensation-charged flesh.
A high, keening cry tore from Mara’s throat. Very delicately, Cougar fluttered his tongue over her moist flesh, tracing the tight opening to her ass before stabbing within. He withdrew as Mara’s hips pushed back, seeking more. “Think how nice it would feel if I just played here for a while. I’d enter just a little. You’d be so tight around me, you’d burn me alive.”
Mara’s blood thundered in her ears as he rimmed her with his tongue again. He gathered more of her juices, spreading them over the sensitive opening before lapping them off. All her being focused on the lash of that hot tongue on her vulnerable flesh. And then there was nothing. As before, on the brink of completion, Cougar left her hanging.
“Damn you,” Mara hissed. She actually hated him at that moment.
His knees between Mara’s feet kept her from closing her legs. Very gently, Cougar traced the crease in her buttocks. “You are one stubborn woman, Mrs. McKinnely,” he said hoarsely, teasing her tender rosette with one big finger before sliding it in. “But I love you in spite of it.” He took some hand lotion off the vanity and greased his cock, spreading it to her ass. He slid in another finger and then because she begged, another. “Now, who do you belong to?”
“You, dammit,” Mara sobbed, her control broken as he removed his hand.
He brought his cock to her ass, watching as it pushed against the tiny hole, pressed, stretched and finally entered. As he surged inside the dark channel, Mara exploded around him, her ass squeezing him tightly as she screamed, “I belong to Cougar McKinnely!”
Cougar clutched Mara’s hips as they lurched with the splendor of her release, loving the way she cried his name. Her internal muscles dragged at him, milking him but he grit his teeth against the temptation. He planned on his stubborn, passionate woman coming quite a few more times before this night was over. By morning, he never expected to have to worry about that too handsome Reverend again.
He waited until she gathered herself, holding himself still inside her, poised between heaven and hell as the heat of her channel both soothed and beckoned. After a few minutes, she stirred, her head lifting from her arms, her body struggling to flex around his hard shaft.
“Cougar?” she asked timidly, no doubt remembering his threat of a beating.
“Too much?” Cougar asked hoarsely, stroking her back.
“You’re so deep, I can taste you.”
“Jesus.” Cougar groaned, his head dropping to the delicate arc of her spine. Against his will, his hips ground into hers before pulling back.
Mara’s grip on the vanity tightened as he jerked against her, pushing his cock deeper into her overstretched channel.
“Sorry, Angel,” Cougar groaned, kissing the nape of her neck. “But if you want me to maintain control, you’re going to have to watch what you say.”
Mara bit her lower lip. “Are you still mad at me?”
Cougar paused and assessed his emotions. Nestled securely in his wife’s warmth, he found it difficult to hold onto his animosity. He planted a kiss dead center of Mara’s spine. “No.”
Skimming his hands down Mara’s legs, he lifted first one foot and then the other free of the remnants of her pantalets. Retracing his path, Cougar slid his hands around Mara’s ribs until they cupped her small breasts. “Push back with your hips. Take a little more.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Just try. That’s all. Just a little more.” Her flesh gave and he slid a little deeper, the entrance straining over the thickness of his cock. “See how easy that was?”
She had almost all his cock up her tight ass. He could feel the shivers snaking down her spine as he held himself still inside her.
He pinched her clit once, twice. On the second one, she bucked back against him. Whimpered as the wider base of his cock stretched her further.
“I can’t think when you do that,” she moaned.
“Good. I just want you feeling. You’re going to take all of me tonight.”
He felt her straining muscles try to clamp down on his cock. “I don’t know if I can.” She tossed her head, sending her hair flying across her back in a red cloud of silk. “It hurts.”
“I can help with that.” He nuzzled the hair aside so he could set his teeth to the taut cord joining Mara’s neck to her shoulder. Immediately, her back arched into his stomach and a shiver shook her from head to toe. His cock worked a bit deeper. Cougar soothed the sting of his teeth with his tongue. She tilted her head to facilitate his caress.
“That’s so good,” Mara moaned, pushing back.
Cougar stifled a moan of his own as her tight flesh dragged against his cock, tugging and pulling at the nerve endings. He would never get enough of this. Of her laughter. Of her temper. Of her. Period. Very slowly, he withdrew. The cool air was a shock to his desire after the fire of her possession.
He spanned the width of her buttocks with his hands, outlined the quivering flesh with his fingertips and then massaged the plump cheeks until they glowed a rosy pink, all the while pushing back into her body. Mara sucked in a breath as he did, pressing her back into his chest. Her flesh was damp with sweat. The scent of arousal rose thick in the air around them. His. Hers. There was no separating the two.
He worked his cock deeper, kissing her spine when he felt her begin to tense. “Steady.”
He could feel her struggle to relax. To take him. He opened his hand and started smacking her labia the way she liked. Slowly at first, and then with greater frequency as she began to jerk against him, her breath coming in pants. So much cream poured from her pussy, his hand made wet, slapping sounds as it connected with her soft flesh.
“Come for me, Angel,” he whispered into her ear, inching the soft blows along her cleft until they were making contact with that most sensitive of areas. As she arched against him, taking that last inch, he delivered a slap directly on her clit. Her scream was a high-pitched break of sound as she convulsed beneath him. He cupped her in his hand, holding her spasming cunt as she sobbed and shook in his arms.
When she was still, her breath coming in jagged gasps, he began fucking her in earnest, pulling out before plunging back in.
“Oh God,” Mara groaned.
“Cougar,” he corrected, gritting his teeth against the pressure building. She pushed back, easing his way, taking all he had to give, demanding more. Not letting him hold back. Denying him his control.
“Come for me, Cougar,” she whispered, arching her back, pulling him deeper. “Fill me full of your cock. Full of your seed.”
“Jesus, Mara,” he grunted through gritted teeth, his fingers digging into the lush curve of her hip, his hand dark against her lighter skin. “I can’t hold out if you talk like that.”
“I don’t want you to hold out,” she whispered. “I want you wild and hungry and coming.”
She was going to get her wish. He was about out of his mind. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can’t hurt me by loving me,” she moaned. Her muscles fluttered around his cock, her hips pushed back to meet his thrust. “Come for me, Cougar.”
His control was a goner. He was a goner. He grabbed her hips and pistoned into her like a wild man, dragging her onto him. Giving no quarter.
Not that she asked him for any. She took all he had to give and demanded more. The vanity slammed against the wall as he drove into her again and again. His hips g
rinding into hers. His balls slapping her pussy with every downward stroke. All the while she murmured words of encouragement. Sex words. Hot words. Words that drove him crazy until, finally, he came in a burning torrent, pouring his life into her. His heart. His shout of satisfaction equaled hers in volume.
As soon as he regained his breath, he eased his chest from her back. Their damp skin parted reluctantly as if it too didn’t want to break the connection.
“You okay?” he asked. She moaned and shook her head. He couldn’t tell if it was a “yes” or a “no”. He eased his cock from her ass, massaging the base of her spine as she winced as each inch slowly separated from her body.
“Sore?” he asked. Her nod was faint. He kissed her between the shoulder blades and stepped back. A trickle of seed worked down her thigh. Cougar walked over to the commode and poured water into the white bowl. He brought it back to where she stood, bent over the vanity, too satiated to move. He dipped the cloth in the water and gently washed her body. Dipping the cloth into the water again, he pressed it against her ass, leaving it there when she moaned.
“Feel good?”
“Yes.”
He pulled the cloth away, parted her cheeks. She was red and swollen. As he watched, another dribble of seed, his seed, escaped from the little rosebud. He replaced the cloth holding it firmly against her, telling himself he was a bastard for hardening again at the sight. “I need to be more careful with you, Angel.”
“Why?” She sounded sleepy and satisfied and totally unconcerned. He kissed her shoulder.
“Because you don’t know your own limits.”
“Hmmm.”
He refreshed the cloth, washed himself off, adjusted his pants and then pulled Mara from the vanity. She turned languidly in his arms, leaning against him, trusting him to support her. As he picked her up, she snuggled into his chest.
The trip to the bed was short. He laid her down, undressed and climbed in beside her. She turned immediately into his arms. He kissed the top of her head. “I missed you.”
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