“I don’t want her. I want you. I want this,” he groaned, voice a strangled plea. Before she realized his carnal intent, a thick, juice-coated finger plunged into her ass.
The harsh invasion had her screaming at the pleasure and pain racing through her system. Hot bolts of desire radiated from her anus as she felt him work the knuckle past the tight ring of muscle.
“Relax,” he ordered softly, easing inside the exit. “Your ass is mine. Your body is mine to do with as I please. Think of the pleasure. It will feel so good, Megan, you’ll be begging me for it.”
Megan gasped for breath, her pussy gushed heatedly at the fiery pinch in her rear, her muscles stretching for the heated invasion. She gave herself over to the rage of lust, her body accepting him, the erotic invasion searing the depths of her ass, blissfully aware soon it would be his cock.
“That’s it. Nice and slow.” He pressed deeper, worked his way inside her patiently, until he stroked her slow and easy. “Loosen those ass muscles so I can fuck you.”
Reality turned into a strange exhilarating, wickedly sinful pleasure. Stretched and full, burning up with erotic flames, hot strokes of desire, she panted his name as he brought her to fiery sensations she never believed possible. She moaned and begged for more, writhed on his finger twisted and thrust in and out.
“You like it, baby. I knew you would.”
Her moans grew louder, and she almost missed the torment, needy desperation to please her in his tone. She arched into him, thrashing her head side to side, pushed back on the thick finger wedged inside her rectum.
“Come on, Megan, give it to me. Show me you want it.” He halted his strokes, and she understood what he needed. Her acceptance, to know he was giving, not just taking pleasure.
Unable to hold back, she shamelessly rocked against his hand. Slow at first, until she found a nice tempo. Her hips worked up to a fever pitch that had her moaning with lusty pleasure.
“Yeah, baby, that’s my girl,” Devin growled encouragingly.
Lost in the ecstasy, she rocked faster, pushed back harder, sinking his finger deeper. He groaned deeply when she tightened her anal muscles around his finger. Her cries of red-hot arousal filled the bedroom.
“You’re too tight now. When you can take all my fingers, my cock will fuck your ass good and hard,” he warned harshly.
“Not again,” she rasped at the loss when his hand left her anus, and cried out a second later when it landed firmly on her rear. She reeled from the overriding loss, fought the burning torment, the shameful pleasure stinging her cheeks. The bed shifted as he swung his legs over the edge. Damn him. She was so close. He denied her yet again. Amazed how exquisite, hot the lust flared through her system at being taken in the ass. Even if he didn’t touch her clitoris, she would have climaxed. Fucked is what she needed—an orgasm, not another spanking.
“Devin.” Her voice panted, pleadingly. She noticed him quickly undressing. Thank you. “Hurry, I need you to make me come.”
“Not yet, Megan, you’ve been a naughty girl. Remember, you’re being punished.”
Her eyes widened in shock and anticipation at the dark sensuality in his tone. Her gaze dropped between his thighs. His grip was tight around the base of the hard stalk that extended between his long muscled legs, a manly vision of fierce temptation.
With two added pillows, he raised her upper body sufficiently for what he had in mind. He positioned the engorged, pulsing head of his cock close to her face. His fingers gripped her hair, pulled her head back. They locked eyes. She caught sight of the wild, feral, purely sexual gleam in his gaze and moisture flowed from deep in her womb.
“Open wide.” He ordered, and she obeyed.
She licked her lips when drops of pre-come leaked from the tiny slit on the velvet soft tip. Starved for him, incapable of waiting to taste and lick him. Devour his cock. Eat him whole. Her neck stretched out and her mouth closed over the bulky head, buried it in a tight suckling motion.
“Make me come,” he continued. “You don’t get yours until after I do. Make it good.”
She watched the lust wash over his face. His darkened gaze followed the bulky outline beneath her cheek while she gobbled up more than half his beefy cock down her throat. He knew what he was doing to her was exciting her like never before.
No decent girl should, but she loved his domination. She needed to be at his utter mercy in order to lose that barrier of control that tied her to her past. Forced to submit, do nasty, sinful things or else feeling shame and guilt for wanting to try otherwise. At first, it terrified her. Not out of fear, but the unknown, a sinfully carnal anticipation that left her pussy foaming. She was shocked to discover her sexuality raged to the dark side of depravity, the forbidden. Her mind tried to make sense of the inescapable, unexplainable intense sexual arousal, at taking pleasure in pain. Her own helplessness, willingness to share him with another woman, how insane was that? His refusal to her request was a wondrous joy.
“That’s it. Suck it, baby, good and hard,” he growled, brushing her hair off her face. He stared down at her, his face aflame with lust while her mouth suckled his manly flesh.
Anxious to please, she stretched her lips taut, taking more of his thick flesh into the depths of her mouth.
“Give me what I want.” He cupped her breast, tweaked and pinched her hard nipple. She groaned at the small prickle of pain, extra edge of lust. He moaned in approval at the vibration around his flesh. Her mouth sucked hungrily. “Make me come.”
“Suck it, baby. Harder.” His fingers tightened in her hair, turned her into a wild, lust-starved woman. She tasted, licked, and nipped every thick, hard, virile inch of his iron hard erection, slathered his balls until they glistened with her saliva.
“Ohhh, hell, yes.” His expression was one of awe, appreciation, lust, and satisfaction. She felt him tighten; thicken within the confines of her mouth. His engorged scrotum tucked beneath her chin, the musky scent of his arousal heady, captivating. Her tongue swept over the ultra-sensitive ridge along the head. “You’re fucking killing me.”
Devin held her head both hands and shut his eyes while he fucked her mouth. His heated thickness, glided smooth and fast between her lips. Gently she scraped her teeth along his flesh, giving him the spike of roughness he told her rippled from his cock, up his spine, and straight down to his toes. He groaned, gave a final, hard push deep between her lips, burying almost every inch down her throat. Her gag reflex milked him. Recalled what he taught her, she fought to keep his cock within the tight confines of her throat.
He growled a reminder, holding her head still. “Swallow.” His back stiffened as the first spurting jet of his hot semen erupted from his cock, flooded her mouth and shot down her throat. “Suck my cock. Drink my seed.”
She felt his entire body shuddered violently as she continued to suckle his hard flesh, swallow his precious nectar. Her lips tightening around his throbbing flesh until he pulled back moments later. His cock had hardly diminished.
“Shit, Megan, you’re getting better each day. I can’t wait till tomorrow.”
“My turn,” she said breathlessly, gazing up at him. She licked her swollen lips seductively, hoping to refresh his memory regarding returning the favor.
Swiftly, he changed positions, brushing the tip of his glistening cock over her ass. He growled desperately, “Dammit, I want your ass so bad.”
“Devin,” was all she said a moment before he impaled her quivering pussy with one savage thrust that propelled her into a fiery wave of explosions, had her shamelessly crying out at the wickedly hot, intense, searing release seemingly flowing endlessly.
The room teemed with sexual scents and sounds, their sweat-glistened bodies slapped ruthlessly against each other once he cut the ropes free. Grunts, moans, and shouts of pleasure mingled as his cock slammed into her. He gripped her bucking hips, showed her no mercy. Gave her what she asked, needed, begged him for and more. Her head thrashed in the crumpled sheets. Harder and hard
er, he plunged into her flesh until they tumbled together into a sated heap of ecstasy.
By the time they fell into each other’s arms, she lost count of the intense climaxes that shattered through her body. As sleep slowly took her, she lay curled against Devin, already deep in slumber. The blissful replay in her mind of begging him to fuck her ass while on all fours, her cunt hovering over his face. He obliged by easing two fingers inside the back entrance while working two fingers in her pussy. Devin drove her into a heated, crazed frenzy by the double penetration while his mouth sucked on her clit. She groaned all over his hard flesh as she tried to lick his balls and jerk off his cock. Unable to feel beyond her pelvic region, she gave up trying to make him come. Her last memory before she finally dozed off was of crying out at the exquisite pleasure.
* * * *
Drowsily, Devin pried one eye half open. Megan, snuggled against him, came into focus. A scant second later, all senses were on heightened alert as a male voice called from outside. The distinct scrape of the front door opening brought Devin’s head snapping upward.
Instinctively, he reached over for one of his Colts he’d left on the table next to the bed, always within easy reach.
One foot already firmly planted on the floor and the arm curled under Megan, ready to toss her out of harm’s way if need be. The footsteps warned him someone was on the other side of their bedroom door.
* * * *
“Megan?” Caleb’s worried voice drifted into the room as he opened the bedroom door. “Are you here?”
With one foot inside the room, the man’s jaw dropped, eyes flared. Devin watched the shock turn to outrage on his face. Caleb’s eyes narrowed, roved over the scene, from Megan to Devin, the ropes on the floor, then finally to Megan again.
For a gut-wrenching moment, Devin was grateful Megan was asleep, didn’t think she could survive the look of disappointment, contempt and a host of other emotions aimed at her. If Caleb made a wrong move, Devin was ready for him. From the way his body strung tight with fury, he doubted Caleb could move.
It seemed Pretty Boy either failed to notice or plum didn’t care a gun was pointed at him. Instead, he just stared miserably at Megan’s naked flesh. He could tell she had been fucked good and hard.
Carefully, Devin eased his arm from under Megan. She moaned softly in her sleep, curled into a ball in the warm spot he just vacated. Her round bottom, still flushed from her earlier punishment, stared back at Caleb, and Devin couldn’t help but wonder what the other man was thinking as his blue eyes widened, darkened with anger.
Devin put the Colt away, jerked on his breeches, and shrugged into his shirt, clearing his throat in the process.
“I…I…” Caleb paused, and shook his head. Disgust hardened his face. He glared angrily at Devin. “The girls. I brought Emma and Shelby home.”
Devin ran a hand through his hair, frustrated and mad at himself for forgetting.
Caleb’s attention dropped back to Megan. “Rosalinda asked if I could bring them home.” His voice cold, bitter, his expression pained. “They hadn’t been picked up I…I thought something happened.”
“Thanks,” Devin replied conversationally, studying Caleb’s reaction.
With his hand on the glass doorknob, Caleb took a deep breath. He glanced at Devin, then Megan once more. The disappointment shone heavy in his eyes. His brows drew in a tight scowl. He turned to leave.
“Wait. I was gonna come looking for you. I need to talk to you.”
* * * *
For a troubled moment, Caleb didn’t know whether to welcome the opportunity to stay without question or take his packed bags and leave Tejas the instant he returned home. Megan lying naked on the bed was a sight he dreamt of for years. A nightly dream where he was by her side, not some vile, vicious murderer. He felt his throat go dry. The bittersweet thought left him with a heavy, aching heart. A deep misery tore at his soul.
He’d loved her since the moment he laid eyes on her. That would never change. To him, she would always be his. Reality was glaring in his face, though, flaming his agonizing resentment. Did she really want this other man? Had she experienced pleasure sharing his bed?
The telling smell of sex hung heavily in the air, shone in the afterglow upon her face, told him she at least had given herself to him. Was this their first time? He prayed to God it was. His hope of a future together faded before his eyes.
Skin was pale, appeared as silky soft as he remembered. Only now, the firm mounds on her backside were marred with a peculiar flush. There was faint bruising on her wrists and ankles, as though… His gaze dropped to the pieces of rope thrown about and then cut sharply to Devin, sitting beside the bed, stuffing his overgrown foot into a moccasin.
Caleb felt his entire body stiffen, his blood race, his heart pound, his fist clench. Bastard. Heathen. Doer of all things evil. He grimaced. he wanted to believe that only by force did Devin take her. The rough bastard didn’t know a lady should be treated gently, like the delicate creature she was.
Megan seemed to purr and stretch out like a cat. She rolled on her back, sprawled out on the bed, exposing her charms. His pulse raced, his cock grew hard instantly. Her pert breasts reached skyward with each deep breath in total slumber.
He gaze raked over her delicate slimness. He struggled against the instinctive desire overshadowing the rage tensing his body. She looked so beautiful, sweet and innocent. His attention settled on the tender flesh between her well-formed, slender thighs. Her pussy was a deep red, swollen as though it suffered through a severe fucking, hard and selfishly, without tenderness or love, with only the cruelty of male gratification in mind. Those nether lips glistened with his semen. A jealous fury ate at Caleb.
Devin covered Megan with a quilt he picked up from the floor. At least the no-account had the decency to do that, Caleb concluded.
Begrudgingly, Caleb followed him outside.
“Devin,” the girls both exclaimed happily, seeing them as they stepped off the porch and started down the path. Emma stopped pushing Shelby on the swing. Emma hurried toward him. Shelby jumped off the swing and ran past her big sister.
“Sorry, girls, for not picking you up at school. Megan is napping right now. If both of you go inside and stay real quiet so’s she can sleep while I talk to…” he paused, tilted his head in Caleb’s direction, and continued, “him, we’ll go into town for supper. How’s that sound?”
With a heavy sigh, Caleb rolled his eyes. He assumed the legendary outlaw could not commit to memory the name of a man he almost shot in cold blood two weeks ago.
“Oh, goodie.” Shelby hopped up and down.
Emma, more sedate, nodded her head excitedly. “Can we get candy?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.
“You can have anything you want as long as I don’t hear a peep outta ya’ll.”
“Yippee,” they shouted, skipping down the rock-lined gravel path. Devin grinned when they quieted down once they reached the steps.
Caleb cringed inwardly. Candy was bad for kids, but who was he to speak up? He wasn’t their father. Not even a stepfather, or better yet, their brother. Though they continued to call him Uncle Caleb, he was no longer welcomed in their home. He was nothing to them. Not anymore.
“I fail to comprehend what business you and I can possibly discuss,” Caleb said with extreme indignation when Devin gestured to follow him toward the barn.
“That’s where you’re wrong. You and I have lots in common.” Devin turned on his heel, and walked away.
After a moment, Caleb followed, bitterness eating away at him.
When he entered the barn, Caleb noticed Devin bend over and pick up what appeared to be left of Megan’s dress. Hatred boiled his blood. The black garment had been ripped to shreds.
With growing contempt, Caleb stood a few feet beyond the entrance, eyed Devin cautiously. Next, Devin retrieved a slipper from a pile of hay inside an empty stall, then he found another atop an old whiskey barrel. He placed both on a shelf, along wi
th the dress.
Caleb didn’t know what was going on, but whatever it was, he didn’t like it. Not one damned bit. Megan couldn’t possibly choose this man over him.
Devin strolled throughout the barn aimlessly, picking up this and that, then putting it back down, as if stalling for time. As Devin moved, Caleb slowly followed, not taking his eyes off him. Devin carried a good hundred pounds or so more than he, with nothing to lose, Caleb willingly faced fear head-on. Unarmed, he had no call to carry a weapon. He led a good life, hadn’t an enemy in the world—until now.
“You got it hard for Megan,” Devin said, plain as day, coming to a halt. He took a casual stance, leaned a shoulder against a beam several feet to Caleb’s right.
Their eyes locked. Caleb failed to get a read on him. His eyes were expressionless. No emotion at all flickered in the silver depths. His calm tone held no clue as to his intentions.
“My feelings for her are of no concern of yours.” Caleb kept his voice just as even, fighting the furious urge to attack and defend what should rightly be his.
“I say they are.”
“Despite the absurdity of purchasing a human, as you so claim, it does not automatically entitle you to their emotions. Only physically do you have some sort of hold over her. What Megan and I have will last an eternity. When she’s free of you, I’ll be waiting.”
“Wrong again.”
Caleb’s eyes narrowed. His jaw tightened from the rage searing his soul. Despite his church upbringing, the hatred he felt for the man standing in front of him could not be dismissed.
“Megan says she’s in love. That gal can’t get enough of me.” Devin grabbed his crotch and lewdly rearranged himself.
What a crude, audacious beast, Caleb reflected with loathing.
“Wants me to fuck her morning, noon, and night. I’ve never seen a wilder filly when she latches on to my cock. Can suck your coffers dry. Then again, you wouldn’t know, seeing how she only let you finger-fuck her.”
Caleb blazed with fury at the speck of mockery in his tone. Apparently, Megan revealed the precious moments they shared long ago. His stomach churned with horrific hatred, yet his tone remained reserved. “A gentleman should never discuss intimacies.”
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