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by Devil's Pact (lit)

  “It hurts,” she screamed as he eased his cock inside her, nestled deeper between the soaked lips of her throbbing pussy. Despite her cries of protest, the gush of juices lubricating his cock told him she was eager, ready and willing to experience the cannon.

  “Get used to the feel of me.” He struggled to breathe as the incredible heat tightened around his flesh, sucked him in. Moving his hips gently, he stroked the narrow entrance, feeding his cock slowly to her. “It’ll pass. I promise.”

  “You’re too big, Devin. I can’t. I can’t.”

  “Relax, baby.” He stilled, afraid of hurting her as he felt her body tense completely. Less than half his cock lodged into the tight heat as fought back the incredible urge to bury himself to the hilt. The hot, silky depth of her cunt drove him mad with desire, pushed him beyond control.

  “You’re tearing me apart,” she cried out in fear, but her muscles gave way, her inner body clutched his hard, driving flesh.

  “Pleasure will override the pain,” he groaned raggedly. The pad of his thumb massaged her swollen clit while he took her breast in his mouth. His tongue mimicked the movements against her nipple. She moaned and twisted, her hips bucked toward his allowing his cock deeper into the hot confines of her pulsating cunt.

  “Good girl.” He inched inside the tight sheath by small degrees. He suckled the curve of her neck, branded her with his passion. His fingers tugged on her nipples, a bite of pain to enflame her desire, exciting him further as her inner muscles gripped the thick shaft . Her juices gushed over his cock. “Damn, your pussy’s so wet.”

  Short, shallow thrusts in and out, until his cock was more than halfway inside. He was nearly ready to burst, to die from the sparks of fire radiating from where their flesh joined. “So hot and tight.”

  “Oh, Devin…that feels… that feels…wonderful,” she muttered between long, breathy moans.

  “Doesn’t hurt?” His voice was a ragged groan as he shifted slightly, lowered his gaze to where her throbbing flesh stretched taut around the wide girth of his cock. Only a few rigid inches remained between them. Damn, what a pretty sight.

  “A little,” she gasped, closing her eyes tightly. “Am I filled with you yet?”

  “Almost.” He didn’t want to lie to her—the widest part, the base, was yet to come.

  Her eyes widened as if to say, There’s more?

  “You’ll learn how a big cock can pleasure you in a way nothing else can.” He really meant no one else, especially Pretty Boy. He ground his cock deeper into her hot channel as the muscles tightened and sucked his hardness in. With the way she panted, her hips wiggled and her cunt throbbed and creamed, she was ready to take him on. He was amazed at how such a frail sliver of a woman’s pussy drove him to a madness he was on the verge of losing.

  “Hurry, Devin. I want all of you. To be filled with you,” she begged, as if she, too, was unable to restrain herself. As though this was her first experience at fulfillment, an excuse to unleash the wanton woman buried deep inside. He felt her stretched to the max, muscles clench the massive cock, that was his burden to bear and he could have exploded right then and there.

  “You want it, baby? You want my big cock inside you?” Pure animal lust and male pride filled his voice.

  “Yes, yes,” she panted, her breathing labored, her face dazed with arousal.

  “Say it. Let me know what you want.” He rocked in and out sinuously, giving her a glimpse, a taste of what she asked for. Dying to give it all to her.

  “I want you inside me.” Her hips gyrated under him, her voice a soft, seductive whisper.

  At her heated words, he pulled away slightly, pleased to see her flushed body pulsate with need, her nipples taut, eyes glittering with lust.

  “My cock. Say it, and I’ll give it to you baby.”

  She closed her eyes as though afraid to ask, beg, demand what she wanted. Sprawled out buck-naked on the dining table with a man’s cock buried between her legs in front of the opened front door in the middle of the afternoon. Not exactly, the best time suddenly to become bashful, he thought.

  Her eyes snapped open, and he read the sexual request, found it too difficult to refuse. It tempted him beyond reason when she gasped on a breathless whisper, “I want your cock inside me.”

  He lost control. He withdrew, kept the head buried, then rammed the full twelve inches into her until his balls slammed against her ass. She screamed, came instantly. Her body bolted off the table, her orgasm pouring over his cock.

  “Hell yes,” he growled fiercely.” He rode her hard, unable to control the white-hot intense pleasure ravaging his system. He pushed past sensitive tissue, stretched her, filled her, and drove her need as he stroked her spasming womb with each powerful thrust.

  Her hips instinctively rose to meet thrusts so savage they were almost brutal. He couldn’t get enough of her, never imagined it could be like this. She bucked against him frantically, as though she fought to keep up, to ride him just as hard.

  He pummeled into her with abandon. His growls drowned out her cries. His grip tightened beneath her knees, holding her legs wide, stretching her beyond limit as he lifted her hips off the table to deepen his penetration.

  Her cries turned into moans, her hips meeting his every thrust with a savage fury of her own. Her tiny upper body withering on the table with each driving stroke, each time his scrotum pounded against the fleshy mounds of her rear, exciting him further.

  “You’re fucking fantastic. Your pussy is like a silk glove. I could stay here forever.”

  “Devin, it’s happening again.” Her tiny voice was a strangled, blissful warning.

  “Yeah, baby, come for me. Let me feel your pussy milk my cock.” His thrust became more urgent, dying to feel her tight walls milk him again. Like a caged animal, he rammed into her, lifting her off the table with each wild thrust. Striving for a freedom he didn’t dare imagine before.

  Within his grasp, he felt her stiffen. She screamed as the orgasm ripped through her. She gasped for breath, convulsing against him, perspiration coating her body.

  “Yeah, that’s my girl,” he growled, feeling her slick pulsing, inner walls squeeze him. He drove his hardened strength into her without mercy. He caught her by the nape of her neck as her body jerked wildly, her explosion gushing around his cock.

  “Don’t stop,” he shouted, releasing her as he felt her vaginal muscles begin to relax.

  “Come for me again, baby.” He never felt such a sensation before, her hot, tight slickness gripping him like a second skin so damned tight, it was painful. A pain he willingly endured. Her climax pulsed around him, tightened and released his engorged flesh as though hundreds of fingers milked the blood out of him. He wanted to feel it again. He needed to feel it again.

  Greedily, he raked her sensitive clit, still throbbing from her last climax, sent her spiraling instantly. He barely gave her time to recover from the last. Her head thrashed, arms braced at her sides, the solid table the only semblance of steady permanence.

  He felt her tiny body shudder, hot, wet and open for him. His hard, driving thrusts never faltered, in and out, harder, faster and deeper. Between her cries of pleasure, she gasped for breath.

  “Devin, please,” she begged between the incessant spasms that rocked her body, and soaked his embedded flesh. The sounds and aroma of sex swirled through the warm afternoon air, firing his lust further.

  “Not yet, Megan, don’t ask me to stop.” Not when I’m finally fucking your sweet pussy, he wanted to shout so the whole world heard. Knew she was his.

  “Please, Devin, I’m begging you.”

  Thwarted, but aware it was Megan’s first time with the Cannon, he placed her legs over his shoulders and braced his hands above her shoulders to keep her from sliding off the table.

  “Come with me,” he groaned before capturing her mouth in a heated kiss. He drove into her slickness, faster and deeper and harder still, brought her once again to an exploding release that drenched him. Hi
s own bone-shaking climax tore through him as he slammed into her swollen hot depths. His cock shook violently as he shot his seed into the voracious cunt that tantalized him erotically, brought him so much satisfaction like never before.

  His body tightened, shuddered. He threw his head back and ground out her name as the last drop of the seemingly endless stream filled her quivering, sated body.

  Resting the full weight of his body on his forearms, he slowly withdrew from her and moments later when he felt strong enough to move, kissed her softly on her moistened forehead.

  * * * *

  Megan slowly opened her eyes. Her lids felt so incredibly heavy, it took effort. Turning her head slightly to the left, she caught sight of the thick, heavy-weighted flesh reaching half-way down his thighs while he crossed the room to pick up his clothes and the menacing weapons discarded in haste.

  Lazily, she propped herself on her elbows. A hen pecked in the front yard. The warmth of the sun on her naked body, the beads of perspiration shimmering on her skin made her feel wanton. Her gaze lowered to her breasts, the pink tips and pale skin now rosy red and flushed from his overzealous kisses. Dropping her gaze to her parted legs dangling over the edge of the table, the curly hairs drenched with their cum also covered her thighs. She blushed at her own brazenness, sprawled lewdly in front of the open door in broad daylight. Any walking up the front porch would stare straight at her gaping pussy.

  She had done it. Her body tingled with awareness, savoring the delicious indiscretion. She’d given herself to him and more surprising, he managed to survive. She survived.

  Megan found it hard to believe such a huge penis fit in her small body. It was an experience beyond comprehension, farthest from reality and more magnificent than her dreams. Devin was beyond compare.

  Her eyes were drawn to him. Where did it all go? Through the peephole at Jazelle’s, she gawked in envy, anticipation, trepidation, and only admitted to herself excitement and arousal. Every size, shape, and color poked in front of her. Big, small, and downright puny, but none came close to oversized Devin Spawn.

  Even his body—tall, broad, and rock-hard, rippled with muscles, tanned by the sun gods themselves—was a grand study in masculine perfection.

  Perfection that drove her to near insanity, a delightful terror that made her pussy start to throb and grow wet with desire, something Megan would have thought outlandish minutes ago. Granted, the man was her dead husband’s son, the most dangerous, notorious, wanted outlaw in the entire western frontier.

  Despite it all, stronger impulses prevailed. She wanted him.

  Filled with a strange twinge of excitement and nervousness she could not explain, she stared, unable to take her eyes off him.

  “Do you like what you see?”

  He caught her ogling. The flushed heat of her skin stirred her blood at the wickedly, sexual look in his eyes. His bluntness shouldn’t have come as a surprise, considering what just happened. Like some mythical hawk, he could probably read the shameless thoughts running through her mind.

  “Like is so…unsuitable.” She heard the shaky catch in her voice.

  “What’s on your mind, Dimples?” he asked offhandedly, holding a gun in one hand and holster in the other, standing naked as a jaybird near the end of the table. She watched him return the pistol to its leather home and run a calm hand along each bullet on the belt, as though a naked, willing woman spread out on the dining table was an everyday occurrence.

  Studying the limp pecker between his long, muscled legs made her drool. He looked up and smiled, seemed to take immense pleasure in her open curiosity and appraisal of his intrinsic male anatomy.

  Feeling more forward than the first time she sat in Caleb’s lap and touched his hard flesh, she boldly replied, “I can’t rightly explain it. One word comes to mind—hunger.”

  His brows rose, stunned by her unabashed honesty.

  “One look at you, and I hunger for your touch. Hunger to have you inside me again, feed me every last inch as I swallow you whole.”

  Leaving his guns on the table, he moved closer. Her breath caught as his hands glided up her knees to her upper thighs and then stilled.

  “Don’t be shy with me. Say exactly what’s on your mind. I’ll give you whatever you want.” He took hold of his penis, and it began to swell. She groaned as she felt him rub the tip over her flesh, still tender, sensitive from their intimacy. “If you want my cock inside you, filling that hot pussy of yours, then say so.”

  “Devin,” she breathed, her heavy-lidded eyes met his as she lifted her hips toward him in response.

  “Damn, girl, keep looking at me like that, and I’ll fucking lose it. Look at you.” His lips tightened into a thin line when she winced as his fingers slowly slid through the slick crease of her pussy. “You’re tired. Can’t even sit up, let alone go another round, though I admire your appetite.”

  Biting back her disappointment, moaning softly, she lay back and closed her eyes. Strong hands curled around her waist as Devin pulled her forward. Enveloped in his masculine scent of arousal, her nipples brushed against the hard expanse of his bare chest, causing her to gasp.

  He held her body tightly against his, the heat of his skin steamy against her weak, moist flesh. Sensitized to his touch, his muscled strength felt comforting, reassuring, and unbelievably arousing.

  “Look at me.” Their eyes locked. His hands cupped her buttocks, pulling her tightly against his steel hard erection. “I’m ready. I’ll always be ready for you. But in case you didn’t realize it, I fucked that pretty pussy of yours raw. When you hop off this here table and try to walk, you’ll feel it. There’s a few things you need to learn about me, and it will suit you well to remember. Don’t ever tell me no or lie to me. And I don’t like quickies.”

  She blinked. What was that supposed to mean?

  “I like my women always ready for me. From now on, don’t wear any so-called unmentionables.”

  “Wh…what?” she muttered unsure if she understood correctly.

  “No pantalets, no chemise, no nothing.”

  No decent woman went without at least a chemise. For a while, she went without pantalets. After she lost so much weight, they kept sliding down her hips. Now that she regained her weight, to go without pantalets was kind of wickedly illicit, and though she didn’t want to admit it, highly erotic, to walk around all day wearing nothing beneath her dress.

  For purely sexual reasons, he wanted access to her body at any time, day or night. The lusty thought sent a warm gush of liquid to the intimate area he was now grinding with the tip of the engorged steel rod in his hand.

  From the wicked gleam in his eye to the sultry grin curling his lips, he gathered the idea exited her, though she tried to look shocked and embarrassed by the request. Her pussy coating his cock with a bucket load of cream told him otherwise. Her reaction to each indecent proposal, accepting them without question shockingly aroused her instead of scaring her into rejection. What else would he ask of her?

  Along the slope of her throat, he brushed kisses, whispered, “Whenever I feel like spanking your bare ass, sucking your tits, or eating your cunt, I will.”

  Her body stiffened slightly in his arms in response to his choice of words.

  She shrieked when he nipped at her shoulder with his teeth and released her.

  “Put only your dress back on. Get some rest for tonight.”

  “Tonight,” she repeated, perplexed by what was to occur later in the evening.

  “That wounded passage is sore, Dimples. We’ll work on your stamina another night. Tonight, you get to suck my cock, and I’ll eat your pussy. Give your insides time to recover.”

  An excruciating sensation struck her inner recesses at the memory of his lips and tongue consuming her ravenously. She quickly calculated the hours.

  Moving away from the table, he pulled on his buckskins. “I’ll pick up the girls and take them into town for their evening meal.”

  Megan eased off the table a
nd let out a loud groan, feeling as though someone had pounded her body with fists. The aches and pains were numerous. She grabbed the wooden edge as her legs started to give out.

  “Can you make it?” He actually looked concerned as he watched her strained effort to move. She did her best to hide the suffocating pain. Taking an awkward step, she lost the battle.

  “Oh my.” She leaned her bare buttocks against the table, afraid to bend over to pick up her dress for fear of never being able to stand upright again. She stood absolutely still. Closing her eyes, a throbbing ache of a strictly painful persuasion rippled through her body.

  A scant moment later, he was by her side, wrapping his solid arms protectively around her.

  For a critical moment, she couldn’t believe she almost begged him to take her again. Had she lose her mind? Thankful at least he had sense. Or was it his experience with plowing into females whenever he wanted? He seemed to know an awful lot about how she felt even before she did. Recalled the times he returned from town smelling of cheap perfume. That Cheri woman at Jazelle’s was on first-name basis. Not even first names. She called him something else. What was it? Did he have a cute nickname for her? Perhaps Floppy Tits? Did he leave those girls sore? Was he concerned about their well-being afterward?

  “Leave me alone,” she hissed, trying to shrug out of his embrace. The sudden rage of jealously caught her off-guard, added to her resentment.

  Ignoring her protests, he cradled her in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.

  “Consider this your first and only warning.”

  “I’m not telling you no,” she countered stubbornly. “I’ve ran this ranch for months alone, I believe I can mange to walk from one room to the next alone.”

  Averting his eyes, she hid the grimace straining her face as he deposited her gently on the bed. There was no way she’d let him know the extent of soreness setting in.