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Cash: A Cowboy Alpha Billionaire’s Virgin Romance

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by Ember Flint


  “That was wonderful, baby. Thank you. Let me take care of you, know. I think your pretty pussy won’t mind to get some kisses of its own.”

  Aria giggles, turning bright red. “You don’t know how right you are,” she deadpans, burying her face in my neck and we both laugh.

  I pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist, my cock stiff and swollen against her bouncy ass.

  I lay her down on my bed, spread her thighs wide open for me and I start to undress her until she is only wearing a little pair of pink cotton panties.

  I don’t even bother taking them off, I simply push them to the side and dive right in, tongue first.

  “Keep the panties off your pretty pussy, baby,” I demand and I feel her delicate fingers slide between my face and her inner thigh to do exactly that.

  “I can’t wait for your sweet cherry cream to coat my tongue, Aria. I want you to give it all to me fast. Don’t hold back, baby,” I growl against her puffy pink folds, the tremor of my voice making her little glossy opening clench and my balls draw up even tighter.

  I’ve just unloaded half a ton of cum down her throat and it’s still not enough to give the beast between my legs a rest.

  “Come for me, Aria,” I grunt against her soaked hot sweetness.

  God, I fucking love her taste, I didn’t even know a pussy could have such a sweet fruity taste, I don’t think I can go more than half a day for the rest of my life, without feeling the need to bury my face between her needy wet folds.

  “Oh, Cash, don’t stop!” she breathes, her voice raising with the tide of her pleasure.

  I press my tongue more firmly to her clit and I feel a jolt run through her body as she shatters for me in a long, drawn-out orgasm, calling my name.

  “Aria, baby, look what your pussy just did,” I tell her, straightening up and palming my hard cock for her to see.

  I’m so damn hard and achy, the hungry length it’s practically purple.

  She doesn’t answer and when I look up at her I see why: she came so hard, she passed out on me.

  I’m painfully aroused, but I don’t feel like jacking off, somehow I don’t think it would make much of a difference anyway if I tried.

  I lay spooning behind her and pull her flush to my body, covering us both with the light comforter and I try to close my eyes, but I can’t fall asleep.

  Feeling her pressed up against me, her beautiful tits inches away from the fingers splayed under them, her sweet honey still lingering on my lips and tongue; her horny scent surrounding us and the memory of her reddened mouth taking my cock, are enough to make me lose my mind.

  Fuck, considering the state I’m in, it doesn’t even look like she sucked me off.

  I again try to focus on anything else but her hot compact body nearly naked against mine when she drives that resolve and the last shreds of my restrain away, moving her hips against my dick.

  I grasp her to me and without even knowing how, I immediately feel that innocent movement pulling another orgasm from me and before I can do anything to prevent it I’m coming all over myself, dampening the back of her panties as I hold her in a grip so strong, she’ll have bruises tomorrow and suddenly I’m not so sure about Carson being wrong.

  Suddenly, five years don’t seem enough.

  I will really have to keep her pregnant as much as I can, ‘cause there’s no way I’m letting her go.

  I have to find a way to make her want to stay with me longer, to make her stay forever.

  I know I just met her, but I can’t see my life without her.

  Fuck, Carson was definitely onto something, both with what he said and with what he only implied, not even he probably knows how much.

  I don’t have feelings for her, I fucking love her for fuck’s sake!

  I hug her body to mine harder, making her whimper my name in her sleep, her sweet, drowsy voice wrapping around my heart along with a sense of dread I’ve never known.

  I love her, but that won’t change our deal.

  I can’t tell her how I feel, no matter what I wish I could believe, I know better: if I tell her, she will end up using that against me.

  I love her, but she will never know.

  She doesn’t need to.

  Chapter 10

  ARIA

  I smile, shading my eyes from the sun by angling the brim of my light brown cowboy hat more toward my forehead and I reach with one hand to my side until I can touch Cash’s one currently wrapped around the gearshift.

  I could not be happier —even if my feelings for this man are all over the map— we just spent a very pleasurable and productive hour visiting Silver Bridle Ranch.

  I feel like a lot has been accomplished already even with just an informal talk between us.

  I was worried Cash didn’t really mean it when he promised he would ask for my input when it came to the management of my ranch— that Silver Bridle would in fact be mine in name only—, but today I have been happily proved wrong more than once: not only he was the one to bring up the subject, he asked me what my ideas where about the direction we should take with it and if I felt like taking a trip down right away instead of the next day to do a bit of brainstorming.

  I, of course, was more than happy to oblige.

  Our tour of the facilities and our chat about my future projects for my ranch have been nothing like I expected them to be.

  I thought Cash would listen to me just for the sake of being polite and then tell me what he thought would be the best course of action, surprisingly enough that was not the case.

  We had a very constructive talk and I can truly say Cash valued my opinions, just as much as I valued his.

  No matter my other doubts about the impact marrying Cash will have on my life, I can really see this will not only save Silver Bridle from ruin, but really turn it into something bigger.

  Cash’s big Escalade passes the gated entrance of his main ranch and I sigh nervously when I catch a glimpse of the imposing house slowing coming into view.

  “Molly is probably waiting for us on the porch, you’ll see. She is very anxious to meet you, baby.”

  I give him a little smile, but I don’t think I fool him, because I feel his hand tighten on mine.

  To tell the truth, I don’t know exactly what to think about my upcoming visit to what he calls ‘the manor’ and consequentially meeting this Molly Sutton.

  He told me she was his nanny when he was a child and that she is now the housekeeper here.

  I tried to make him open up a bit more about their relationship or his life in general, but Cash is not a very talkative man and seems to be very private about this sort of things, nevertheless I can tell he seems to be very fond of her so I’m slightly nervous about this introduction.

  I have pictured it in my head a couple of times and no matter what I say, I know it would sound odd and that the situation will be awkward.

  ‘Oh, hello there, nice to meet you. I’m to be Cash’s wife in about three days, even though we just met and you have never seen me in your life, how do you do?’

  “Stop worrying and fidgeting, Aria. She will love you,” Cash says, practically reading my thoughts and making me pout.

  Am I really that transparent for everybody or is it just him that can really read me so well and so easily and if this is the case, what does it mean for us?

  Cash parks the car and walks around it to open the door for me.

  “C’mon, sweetheart, I promise there will be no grilling involved: she is nothing like Carson. The worst she can do is feed you until you can’t walk.”

  I take his outstretched hand and smile.

  “I really liked Carson, he seems a bit rough around the edges, not unlike you, but it’s easy to see that he is a good man.”

  Cash frowns down at me, I don’t really know why.

  “He liked you as well and anyway if you liked him, you will love Molly, everybody does. She is very sweet and she will ad
ore you, you’ll see.”

  I nod, but I’m still doubtful.

  Any uncertainty about meeting this Molly gets trampled on when I really take a look at the manor in its entirety for the first time and I feel almost like I can’t breathe.

  Beautiful and daunting are the first words that come to mind.

  I am way out of my league here.

  The enormous, wood ranch-style house sprawls on so many squares feet I can’t even give an approximation at a glance.

  It has a large deck that wraps around it and its entrance is marked by imposing double-doors carved from oak, the sun reflecting off of their glossy darkness.

  Cash squeezed my hand, kissing my temple. “What do you think, sweetheart? You like it here? I plan to have this as our main residence, I don’t want our child to grow up in Austin, constantly bothered by too much unwanted attention.”

  I smile at how he is already thinking of the comfort of a baby we have yet to make.

  “It’s lovely, I think I could adapt quite well, but Cash, I have to tell you: this place is freaking huge! I’m going to need to use GPS or a compass not to get lost and I’m talking only about the house, let alone the grounds.”

  He laughs, hugging me to his side. “No way you’ll get lost, baby, I don’t plan to ever let you steer too far from my side.”

  Now, that deserves a kiss.

  I lean forward, raising to stand on my tippy-toes and balancing myself with my hands against his broad chest to deliver it.

  The guy is so damn tall, even then he has to help me a little and bend down to meet me halfway, but somehow I love that he is so manly, so sexily uh… hulkish compared to me, he makes me feel safe and also delicate and feminine, the exact counterpart to his big muscles and hard edges: we go together, we balance, we match. I love it.

  I only wish I could get to see whatever seems to run through his mind.

  As we walk hand in hand toward the house, a pretty woman of about fifty, not taller than I am, with fiery red hair pulled up in a bun, a huge smile on her face and dark rimmed glasses on her nose bursts through the double doors and flies down the steps of the porch to come stand in front of us; an expectant air of energy and barely contained excitement hovering all around her.

  “Here you are!” she says, pulling Cash down for a hug and a kiss on the cheek and giving me a rather friendly and inviting smile.

  “Hello dear, welcome to the manor.”

  I smile at her. “Thank you, Miss Sutton.”

  “None of this Miss Sutton stint, darling. Call me Molly.”

  I feel Cash’s hands gently landing on both of my shoulders, his strong torso molding to my back.

  “Molly, this is Aria Murphy, my fiancée. Sweetheart, Molly Sutton, my housekeeper and very dear friend.”

  I start to stick my hand out for her to shake, but Molly pulls me in for a surprisingly strong hug, pats my back and then she starts to talk and well… basically never stops.

  “I am so happy, so happy… you look so cute together. I could not believe it when Cash told me, but here you are now so I guess it is indeed true, but only a week really, no planning at all. No way I can throw you anything fancy, but well… I will do it later anyway. Aria you must tell me all of your favorites. Do come inside… this sun is terrible, I have tea and cakes waiting for you inside, Cash tells me you have a sweet tooth, dear. I hope you’re fond of chocolate. I made red velvet and a strawberry tart and apple pie; the workers really need something to raise the moral with this dreadful heat never letting up. Cash, that bear called you while you were out, said he could not reach you on the cell, do call him back, don’t make me speak with him more than I want to, please. Don’t stand here on the porch, it’s far too hot, come in, come in… I also have some ice-cream for you…”

  She ushers us inside still talking about all matters of delicious foods and smiling kindly at me.

  Cash chuckles. “That’s Molly for you…”, he says with an arched eyebrow.

  I grin at him. “I’m not sure I followed everything she said, but she seems very nice. I like her. Especially the parts about the cakes. Did she really bake that many?”

  He smiles at me, shrugging. “Probably more. Come, let’s have a glass of cold tea. I’ll show you a little bit of the house later, I’d rather give you a tour of the ranch first. What do you say?”

  I nod. “Sounds good to me, but Cash, one more thing?”

  “Yes, babe?” he asks distractedly, checking his phone.

  “Who is this bear that keeps calling here?” I inquire in a mock-serious tone and Cash picks me up to kiss me, laughing against my mouth.

  —*—

  As soon as we escape the manor and Molly’s endless parade of sweets —God bless that woman, but I don’t think I could take another sip of water let alone any more food inside of me.

  I rub my belly. “I feel very much like a Thanksgiving’s turkey right now.”

  Cash laughs. “I guess I should insert a joke about you having no idea about what stuffing is yet, but I’ll pass… seeing that I feel exactly the same way. Molly really went overboard today, must be in deference to you, future Mrs. Stone.”

  I blush slightly at the appellation and Cash chuckles, kissing my temple.

  We spend the next hour or so touring the stables and then Cash shows me the stall of the horse I will be mounting today as he leads me around the ranch, a beautiful caramel-colored mare with a long white mane and white stockings on all four legs.

  As soon as I’m on the saddle, I feel an instant connection and I smile appreciatively at Cash: this horse’s gait is perfect for my height and weight and she has a very comfortable seat.

  I can tell he selected her very thoughtfully: I could have not picked a better mount for myself.

  I look at him atop his huge white stallion, black Stetson on his head, denim jeans and boots and I feel my pussy clench. He looks absolutely gorgeous.

  After a long ride across the countryside, Cash starts to give me that smoking hot look that makes me burn up inside and I know what’s coming.

  To my surprise, he doesn’t steer us back toward the manor, but further along within a crop of tall trees.

  At first I don’t understand, but when I see him dismounting and pulling a blanket from the bag tied to his saddle, I understand.

  “Outside, Cash?” I ask simply, answering the unspoken question in his bright blue eyes.

  I’ve come to cherish all the time we spend together and I fucking love the moments we spend exploring each other, but I’m not entirely comfortable with the location.

  “Outside, babe. It’s in the prenup, remember?”

  I dismount as well. “That we have to fool around outside?”

  Cash sends the horses to graze on the meadow not too far from us and turns toward me again.

  “No, that you have to spread those legs and give me what I want whenever and wherever we are. Now come here, Aria and don’t worry: this is very secluded and there’s no one around. Do you really think I would choose to risk showing some other man what’s mine, if I thought someone could happen upon us here?”

  I have to concede his point: he is crazy jealous and possessive; he would have a coronary if another man saw me naked.

  Again, any feminist notion I ever thought I held should make me feel discomfited by his dominance and over-protectiveness, not turned on, yet it doesn’t.

  I look at my big, strong man and everything else flows out of the window and the only thing that matters is the way he makes me feel: wanted, happy, safe and almost… loved.

  And I know probably I’m only reflecting my own feelings and desires over him, but what can I do?

  I’m in too deep to go back anyway.

  Cash kisses me deeply, sending the train of my thoughts crashing and then he pulls me down to sit on the blanket on his lap.

  I turn slightly to the side, feeling his huge erection poke my hip and excitement courses through me.
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br />   Cash fishes a little box from his shirt pocket and he opens it in front of me, taking my left hand in his.

  My eyes fall on the most beautiful ring I have ever seen and on the way the rays of the sun reflect off the multi-faceted, pale pink surface of the biggest princess cut diamond in the history of engagement rings, the white gold of the band inlaid with a circle of tiny clear diamonds.

  “Cash…” I murmur unable to say anything more.

  He slips the ring onto my finger and gives it a little kiss.

  “It’s a little big, we’ll have it fixed when we go back to Austin. I hope you like it.”

  I throw my arms around him. “I love it…”

  He kisses behind my ear.

  “It was my mother’s,” he whispers on my skin.

  I barely catch his words and I’m not entirely sure he meant for me to hear them, nevertheless I try to pull back a little to acknowledge that I did.

  “I… I don’t know what to say, Cash, are you sure you wish me to—”

  Cash’s lips stop me, quelling the rest of my words on my tongue with an insistent, demanding kiss, that makes me forget about everything and everyone else in the world besides him.

  We kiss endlessly and Cash rolls us over until I’m on my back, my thighs on either side of his waist, his hard cock, now free from the tight confines of his jeans, bobbing between our stomachs.

  I moan at the sight, biting my lips.

  I want so many things, it would take me weeks to reach half way down my mental naughty list.

  Cash slides the jeans off my legs and tears my panties, ripping them down the middle in his haste to take them off of me.

  His passion, making my pussy contract on nothingness.

  “God, you are so fucking beautiful, Aria. I want to put my cock inside you so badly,” he groans against my lips.

  I feel his thumb starting to draw slippery circles on my clit and his other fingers, teasing my little opening.

  “Fuck,” I moan softly, my body arching against his strong one, his dick painting my stomach in trails of hot pre-cum.

  “You are so tight baby, pushing my big cock inside this pretty pussy will be a fight at first, but we both want it so much and you are so ready and primed for it that once I take that sweet little cherry of yours, it wouldn’t take me much to thrust all the way in.”

 

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