Maybe it was a combination of everything, including too many years going without love or closeness, for fear of what might happen. Fear of her doubts, her sexuality of everything she’d been taught about the sins of the flesh.
Whatever it was, it overpowered her completely.
This was her only chance to experience what she’d witnessed all those years working at Madame Jazelle’s whorehouse. To bring consciousness to what caused her so much shame and sent her life spiraling out of control years ago.
With this stranger, consequences mattered little.
Long after they found his dead body, no one would ever suspect her.
The opportunity he presented was a revelation, a newfound freedom, a sexual awakening.
Empowered, her hand found its way underneath his holster and into the front of his buckskins. An impossible heat burned her skin as her fingers touched silky smoothness and something incredibly hard and large.
It couldn’t possibly be?
* * * *
“Dang, woman, slow down,” Devin groaned. Apparently, his reputation as the fastest two-handed slinger throughout the western frontier wasn’t quick enough for her. Normally, he would be the last man to ever tell a woman no, but as it was, he was ‘bout ready to burst.
In a flash, he swept her up into his arms. He carried her closer to the river where the trees were not as dense, allowing the grass to flourish into an ideal green carpet for what he intended.
He laid her down and knelt beside her slightly parted thighs. Anxiously, he lifted her thin, dampened shift above her breasts. His gaze took in the delectable feast before him. She might have been pint-sized, but what she packed was pure prime.
Like a wild coyote about to feast on its kill, he licked his lips and splayed a dark hand over her young, firm breasts, dragging his fingers impatiently over her smooth, soft belly, skimming down slowly until his fingers covered the sparse curls on her mound. She closed her eyes, arched her body to meet his heated caresses while strangled moans escaped from her throat.
Half mad with desire, he no longer cared how old she was. Perhaps only a sawed-off shotgun to the head above his shoulders could stop him, ‘cause nothing was stopping the throbbing head below. He dipped his thumb between her swollen labia, barely touched the sensitive nub. She cried out with open delight. Spurred by her obvious eagerness, his fingers separated the saturated lips. His breath caught as her legs fell further apart. So hot and so hard, he fought to maintain control upon seeing her hips arch instinctively.
“Is this what you want?” Not waiting for a reply, he stroked her silky folds with a knowing touch. She gasped for breath as he teased the slick entrance just enough to stir the fire to keep her arousal on edge. After she glimpsed what he kept hidden from her view and didn’t want her to touch, she may get a hankering to not only change her mind but run for the hills.
He smiled. One look at what raged beneath his buckskins, even flaccid, and ladies would clamp their legs out of sheer fright. Another reason he paid handsomely for his deviant pleasure.
This little lady had no idea what she was in for. Propped on an elbow, he stretched out beside her, maintained their intimate contact. He took her mouth in another hungry kiss.
This time, she responded without hesitation, parting her lips readily. Her arms clutched his neck and pulled him down. It fired his blood when she boldly swept her tongue over his lips, against his teeth, down his throat. Like a little vixen, she tasted him, explored his mouth, tempting urges he could no longer resist.
Careful not to put his weight on her, he held himself up on his forearm. His leg was draped over her thigh, keeping her legs open for what was soon to come. She panted breathlessly in his mouth while his fingers stroked and probed her intimate, drenched flesh and built the fiery need that glazed her eyes.
“Damn, you’re too tight,” he groaned roughly against her mouth as he tried to nudge a finger into the depths of her wet pussy to test her readiness. She whimpered with pleasure into his mouth and arched her hips to meet him.
It wasn’t going to be easy. Already near the edge of madness, her body was soft, inviting, and tempting—too tempting as he fought to hold back the raw, explosive dark desires. He imagined his cock thrusting in wet, dripping flesh tighter than his fist, milking him dry. If he didn’t hurry, they would both be out of luck.
He withdrew his finger and quickly untied his buckskins while he kept her distracted in a long, deep kiss that was hard and demanding.
* * * *
A lusty moan rose from her throat as Megan gave herself over to him completely. She felt on fire. His kiss, his touch, the potent heat of his strength was all powerful. The attraction sizzling between them was undeniable. She played a dangerous game with a complete stranger, but somehow, she knew with utmost certainty he could satisfy the burning passion he aroused with a mere look, a warm touch, and a soft word.
She did not know him. She did not desire him. She did not even want him. Nonetheless, she needed him desperately, just as assuredly as her very survival was dependent upon the sunrise tomorrow.
He moved between her parted thighs. With his free hand, he spread her legs farther apart. She felt her pussy throb, and a rush of fluid seeped between her bare thighs. If he was as skilled at lovemaking as he was at kissing, she was eager to experience pleasure and forget past dissatisfactions.
“This may hurt. I’ll go slowly.” His tone resonated with a dark primal hunger, a hint of warning as he nibbled along the curve of her throat. She felt his erection at the entrance to her untutored body.
Her eyes flared open as she tried to comprehend his meaning.
While working at Jazelle’s brothel, they forced her to look through the peephole at the girls with every man who had the price to pay for their body. She’d learned secondhand all about sexual relations between a man and woman. Somehow relegated to a mechanical process where a woman would climb on top and grind a fella until he felt lucky if he lasted a full two minutes. A few seemed to enjoy what they did with the men, though most never seemed to suffer distress.
Was sex supposed to be pleasurable, or merely an endurable means to absorb the excess lust of men?
Or was Mrs. Walker correct with her morally righteous ideals that all coupling other than the necessity of child bearing was a lewd act, painful and degrading to sinners who partook in lustful desires of the flesh?
Surely Mrs. Walker was wrong.
Whatever her dark, mysterious stranger touched her with felt like heaven, wonderful. There was no pain, only unbelievable pleasure. Never did she imagine something could feel so incredible and tantalizing—even his sensuous, dominant kisses took her breath away.
A sudden consciousness radiated through her, a sense of panic, as she felt something hot and very large touch her throbbing vagina.
“Oh, you want it bad.” His voice rolled deep from his throat.
She shuddered beneath him. Her breath caught as she felt his cock stroke the slick folds of her pussy as if teasing her, tempting her entrance with the conquest to come.
“So hot and wet.”
Megan ignored his brazen comments, feeling her all but virginal skin start to stretch impossibly wide. Alarm burst through her system. She stared down where his flesh nudged hers.
“Ready for me.” He suddenly groaned, his face taut with the insane, lust-driven need to fuck that she also had given in to.
Her entire body tensed as her mouth opened, then clamped shut, catching the scream trying to escape between her now-clenched teeth. She ground her teeth and grimaced. Withheld each scream as the pain roared from between her thighs to every panicking nerve in her body. Desperate, she buckled against the painful intruder in an attempt to throw him off her, every muscle clenched in protest. It was like a duckling trying to topple a mountain with its tail feathers. He didn’t budge, and another tortuous shot pierced through her as the first inch pried her apart.
“Don’t rush.” His voice sounded strangled as if he too wer
e desperate, but for an entirely different reason. “Take it easy. Relax.”
The man was crazy, absolutely crazy. He thought she encouraged his barbarism. As though she wanted to be split in two. The destroying intensity of the pain was too much for her weakened state to fight against, let alone understand why his dominance excited her, heated her blood.
Her mind was telling her one thing and the need throbbing between her thighs another. She could feel hot liquid spilling out of her. Despite the pain and the pleasure she wouldn’t admit to, she felt each quivering muscles stretch around his thickness, more than willing to accept him. Ashamed at how easily he could bend her to his will, she wanted to scream at the sinful depravity pouring over her.
* * * *
Devin used every shred of control to ease the head inside, but it wasn’t easy. That small contact alone had him seeping from the tip and pulsating in her grip. It wasn’t even halfway in yet, and she was already rushing, tightening on him and coating his cock with her hot cream as she arched into him. He could easily tear her apart if he pummeled into her. But damn, she felt so good, so fucking fantastic. Tightest, sweetest, prettiest pink piece of cunt he ever had. He wanted to give it all to her in one hard thrust, send her careening out of control. Make her scream. Beg.
Next time, he’d do all of that and more, certain there was going to be a next time.
He felt her body tighten and knew any tighter and his near-bursting cock wouldn’t last another minute. His hand smoothed upward to caress a breast until the little peak was pebble hard. He kissed the tendon along the base of her throat and felt her body soften. When she moaned into his kiss after his lips found hers once more, he sank another inch into her tight wetness.
Her face contorted with observable pain as he drove into her tight heat. She squeezed her eyes shut, breaking their contact. He watched amazed how her tiny body let him in, heels bolstered in the grass to arch her hips to accept him.
“Oh, yeah,” he rasped tightly, pulling away slightly as his gaze dropped between her thighs. “We’re almost there. Get the feel of me.” The bulky mushroom-shaped head was buried within the tightest wet heat imaginable, so hot it seared his flesh. Her vaginal muscles clamped around his hard flesh—so silky tight, he was ready to come. The sight of his twelve-inch, thick, red cock wedged between two slender thighs of pale cream was maddening to his control. It was a challenge to restrain his impetuous need to plunge into her with a reckless fury.
“Damn, you’re so tight.” The tight pinch of her cunt bordered on a sharp edge of pain and pleasure, burning him alive as he slowly worked his cock further into her sensitive tissue. He knew she was going to be tight, but he felt like he was drilling into a fiery hole. He felt her tremble as her slick, hot, inner muscles stretched around him. “Does it feel good?”
He stilled, breathing hard, fast, waiting for the urge to thrust pass. For a rare moment, he wished they were somewhere else. A bed would be nice, or at least four walls and a roof for privacy. Anywhere else, where she would be comfortable as he rammed his steel rod into her tight pussy.
Oh well, can’t have everything. At least out here in the woods, when she screamed, the only ones to hear her would be the birds, squirrels, deer, and other animals, him included.
He ran his tongue along the hollow of her shoulder, tried impatiently to inch a little deeper. She moved against him, her head thrashing in the grass. A low, throaty moan escaped her lips. Hungrily, he sought her mouth again. “You can’t wait to be fucked, can you?”
Quickly, he brushed aside her hair and captured her mouth with his. He drove his tongue deep, mimicking the motions he longed for. His fingers, plucking, teased the already hard nipple roughly on her swollen breast until she whimpered in his mouth.
* * * *
Dear God, no. Megan refused to allow herself to surrender to his madness, to be ripped apart because her lascivious nature had a weak mind of its own. She had to clear her mind and free her body of the growing haze of sinful pleasure. To do that she had to break the phenomenal kiss as the agonizing pain of being plundered shattered every nerve ending. She wiggled her hips attempting to break free from his restrictive grasp. Unable to see through the tangled mass of hair covering her face, she shook her head. Who in their right mind would let him kiss her or touch her with whatever he possessed between his legs? Her only thought was to escape the brutal assault on her senses.
Gasping, she clenched her fist into the front of his jacket, hating herself for being vulnerable and weak as she felt her depraved flesh dripping over him, tightening, begging to be filled. Beneath her tresses, her eyes widened catching sight of the wild fire in his darkening gaze. She realized with amazement this was but a glimpse into the overwhelming strength of his passion, the force of which seemed too powerful for even him to govern.
Her body trembled with renewed fear as her heart pounded in her chest. Underestimating his power of seduction she’d allowed his skilled kiss in the first place. Her traitorous body thrived on the sharp bite of pain. Like a demon she could not rule, her body wanted this stranger to take her, no matter the consequences.
Heaven help her, the man was dangerous on so many levels.
“I’m inside. Don’t move,” he demanded in a strangled tone as he moved his hand to steady her hips. His cock jerked sharply. “Damn, did you feel that?”
The burning heat, intense ache, throbbing need, tunneling inside was a sensation unmatched, seemingly intolerable as her muscles stretched around the hard flesh lodged between her thighs. Through half-lidded eyes, she watched him as he seemed to struggle. That strained expression on his face she’d seen before. It matched those of men desperate to withhold their beckoning climax, eager to get their money’s worth, one she spied often at Jazelle’s. If he was too close to the edge, thanks to the frank talk among women, she knew what to do to free her body of this depraved misery.
Suddenly, she felt another inch of his thick shaft force its way into the confines of her trembling moisture. A jolt of unbearable pain tore at her sensitive flesh once again as she clenched her teeth on the scream bubbling in her throat. The violent charge whipped through her body. In a last feeble attempt to break his strong hold on her, deny further entry to the foreign invader wedged snuggly within her weakened body, she twisted her hips side to side. She clenched her inner muscles around his cock and began to milk him.
* * * *
“Nooo,” Devin growled in torment, throwing his head back. That slight movement of her tight muscles gripping the sensitive underside of the embedded head sent his essence exploding into her in long, hot spurts. His body shuddered from the magnitude of the force that slammed into him. His angry cock, so long denied, was no match for such a young, hot-blooded temptress, now hidden behind a tangled mass of damp hair.
In agony, he braced his weight over hers and convulsed uncontrollably as a seemingly endless stream erupted from the head of his cock throbbing within the tight confines of her pussy. Each spurting jet of his seed was detrimental to his strength, weakening him until he lowered himself over her frail body.
With only the head jammed into her hot depths, he was frustrated, mad as hell that he lost control, unable to hold back his release. Every instinct told him to thrust in her tight inferno, take his pleasure freely as he had done so many times. He knew he needed to hurry, and yet, he waited too damned long. It didn’t do her a damn bit of good. It left him lusting for more.
Content in knowing he would soon be ready to go again, and for much longer, now that the ravenous hunger was satisfied, he nestled his face in her hair and caught his breath. Perspiration beading his forehead, and he delighted in her rosy scent and reveled in her frailty beneath him while his heartbeat eased.
Chapter 2
The only discord spoiling the serene, deep blue sky and still cool water of the mountain-fed river was his ragged breathing. Moments afterward, to her shame, Megan added a sniffling noise. He opened his eyes, and she tried to avert his gaze, hide her weakness
and humiliation by turning her face from his. She felt his eyes burn into her, and she knew her attempt at bravado would be all for naught if she cried. Heaven help her, she couldn’t hold back the single tear that ran down her cheek.
Gradually, he lifted his arm as though it weighed a ton, and brushed away the damp hair matted around her face. “Sorry if I hurt ya. Next time, it will be all about you. We’ll do it right.”
Next time! Next time! Her fitful emotions went into overdrive at the unabashed arrogant statement. There wouldn’t be a next time. There wasn’t even supposed to be this time. What had she done? She had to get away. Carefully, her hand made its way to his hip. Whomever this stranger was who lay on top of her, poured his seed into her, she was about to make sure he knew there would never be a next time.
She felt his body scarcely tense at the recognizable clicking sound of a hammer being cocked as the cold, hard steel in her hand pressed into his ribs. A dark shadow flickered in his silver gaze. His eyes locked with hers, yet he didn’t make a move, didn’t say a word.
“Get off me,” she demanded in a low, firm tone as she pressed his pistol further into his side.
“Said I was sorry,” he replied in a tone that undermined the fact a gun was pressed in his gut. His gaze softened somewhat, which only irritated her more.
“And I said get off me. Now!”
He shook his head slowly. “I’ve never seen a woman so fired up for not getting hers. Don’t worry little lady, I’ll guarantee you come next time,” he pledged in a tone more amused than apologetic, bracing his arms on either side of her shoulders as though he was about to rise off her. Instead, he looked down into her eyes and thrust his hips forward. The head of his diminished cock slid several inches into her well-lubricated passage.
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