My Capricious Cowgirl (Willamette Wives Book 4)

by Maggie Ryan

  "Oh… oh, God," she moaned, arching up, offering him more. Her hand tightened on his erection, forcing his own moan as he moved to suckle her other breast, to kiss it, to claim it as his and his alone. "Matthew… please… I…"

  He stood, her small shriek attesting to the fact that the abruptness of the move had startled her a bit but as he tore his shirt off, throwing it over the limb and then turning her, guiding her across the branch that had served as his chair, she said, "Yes, God, yes, please hurry!"

  He pushed her skirts up, baring her yet again. "Spread your legs!" he barked, needing her as much as she needed him. Her legs opened, the glistening he could see on her inner thighs telling him that the dampness he'd felt in her drawers when she'd handed them to him hadn't stopped collecting even when he'd spanked her. Instead, from the cream he could see pooled in her sex, he understood that the spanking had increased her arousal, had heightened her need. As he reached out to cup her core, she jerked away but her moan told of her need.

  "Push your pussy up!"

  She obeyed, bending further forward, trusting the limb to hold her weight, pressing her hips up, offering herself. His fingers easily found her clitoris, the pearl large and swollen, throbbing beneath his fingertip.

  "God, you are soaking wet," he said, fingers sliding between her lips, spreading them, circling the bead of her pleasure. "Higher, I want your pussy high."

  "Oh… God… I-I can't…"

  His free hand landed on her left cheek, the flesh depressing and then springing back, her cry of surprise exchanged for a mew as she pushed her ass up.

  "Good girl, yes, I can see your cream flowing, Sally. It's coating my fingers and dripping down your thighs." He moved his hand to swat her again, the sound loud in the stillness of the glade, followed by a whimper that had his cock threatening to erupt before he ever seated himself. "What a naughty girl you are," he said, lifting his hand again. Another crack and another mew, another drop of cream slipping free of her sex to slide down her thigh. "God, you are absolutely beautiful in your need. Is this what you want? Is this what you desire?" he asked, moving to give her right cheek a set of crisp smacks, each one causing her to pull away for a second before pushing back, seeking more. He gave her what she asked for, a flurry of smacks ensuring that the crimson he'd painted on her arse would deepen, would continue to heat her flesh as his fingers continued to tease, to play between her legs.

  "Please… oh, please…"

  "Please what?" he asked, ignoring his own needs as he demanded she voice hers. "What exactly do you want?"

  "You… I want you…"

  "Me? What part of me? My hand?" he asked, raining down another set of smacks, his fingers held tightly together, his palm cupped to ensure she'd feel the stroke through the haze of her desire.

  "Yes! No!"

  He chuckled, stilled both his hands, watching her writhe in unfulfilled desire as he bent forward, allowing his cock to just brush her entrance, to nudge her clitoris as he spoke into her ear. "Yes? No? What sort of answer is that, my love?"

  "Please… I need you to… to fuck me!"

  "Ah," he said, giving her neck a kiss before pulling back, smiling as she groaned, her hips moving as if seeking the cock she'd felt for only a moment.

  "Not yet," he said, rubbing his hand again on her hot cheeks, amazed at their color and their heat, knowing that he'd turned the palest of skin into what could be likened to the embers of a fire. "First, you'll come for me."

  "No… I… I can't… I want you inside… ohhh!" Her whimper became a soft cry as he slapped her sodden sex before taking her clit between his finger and thumb, squeezing gently.

  "Yes, you can and, darling, you will," he countered, squeezing and releasing the hard bead. "You'll come and, Sally, you'll come very, very hard."

  He emphasized his demand by slapping her pussy again before plunging two fingers into her sheath, squeezing her clit hard. Her scream of pleasure was swallowed by the glade and covered by the rush of the water, and yet he'd never forget that first sound of absolute bliss for as long as he lived. He forced every single spasm from her, not allowing her to pull away, adding to the sensation with continued slaps against her bottom until he could no longer deny his own need.

  Removing his fingers, he thrust into her. God, it was pure heaven, her walls, still clenching from her climax, hugged him, drew him deeper and deeper until his balls slapped against the wet pouch of her sex. He held her hips, his fingers digging into her heated flanks, his hips pumping, the sound of their lovemaking and her soft moans and urgent pleas for more… for him to go faster, harder, were music to his ears.

  He could feel his balls tightening and knew he wouldn't last long. Bending over her, he grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling her head back in order to claim her throat. "You'll come again… you'll come with me," he said, pumping into her hard and deep, her body accepting his presence, the discomfort of the stretch required to take all of him seeming to add to her pleasure as she mewed, her hips lifting to meet his every thrust. When he withdrew almost completely from her, she'd give a mew of protest and then a cry when he thrust back in. Again and again he added notes to the song she was singing.

  "Are you ready? Are you going to be a good girl and come for me? Come with me?" he growled, praying to God she'd give him the answer he needed, for if she didn't, he was sure he'd die.

  "Yes!" she screamed, "yes!"

  "Now!" he shouted as the first jet of his seed erupted from him to fill her, her scream as she fell yet again into the abyss intensified as he sank his teeth into her neck, not to harm but to claim, to leave a mark that would be hidden by her hair, and yet they'd both know it was there and how it came to be. He continued to pump, to drive hard until every drop of his semen had emptied, and still he remained buried deep. His breath was as ragged as hers when he finally released her skin, easing the slight pain with his tongue and lips, kissing the red marks that made her his.

  Pulling out, he moaned, wanting nothing more than to sink back inside the heaven that lay between her thighs. Instead, he bent to kiss her bottom, the skin he'd reddened to stake his claim in yet another way. When she attempted to stand, his hand on her back instructed her to stay as he dropped to his knees. Her head turned back, her eyes glazed and yet widening when she realized his intentions.

  "No…"

  Another set of swats to her pussy had her whimpering and yet the desire reignited as she moaned.

  "Yes," he said simply. She dropped once again over the branch, mewling but not fighting as his splayed fingers on her inner thighs pushed her legs further apart, displaying her pussy to his eyes, and opening it for his enjoyment as he pressed his mouth to her sex. His tongue lapped at her, tasting her, worshipping her at her very core until she was begging, moaning, and then screaming his name as he thrust his tongue as deep as it could go, fucking her as he released her thigh to circle her clit with his finger. His shoulders nudged her forward a bit more, her legs to spread another inch as he sought the hidden treasure between her crimson cheeks. His tongue withdrew from her cunt to lick over her perineum and then to circle the rim of her anus. She bucked hard, stiffening, and yet all it took was a sharp smack to her ass and a gentle press to her back to have her collapse in submission, her moans and whimpers nonstop as he began to lick and kiss the most intimate place on her body. Two fingers slid into her pussy, his thumb still teasing her clit. Her legs began to tremble yet she remained tense, like a deer about to bound away. Lifting his mouth from her, he said, "I love you, Sally. I love every inch of you and I will take every part of you." Returning his mouth to her bottom, he continued to taste, to lick, his touches, his kisses, his assurances helping to release her tension. When his lips were replaced with a finger he'd slicked with her cream, pressing into her just the tiniest bit as his ministrations began to loosen her muscle, she again gave a sharp cry but didn't bolt, didn't protest, only gave a softly whispered, "Oh… God." Enough to tell him that she was ready, that she would give him all of her.


  A second finger joined the first, pressing deep, rotating, scissoring to stretch, to prepare her for something far larger. He calmed her whimpers at the unexpected invasion, the slight discomfort by saying, "What a beautiful woman you are," kissing her inner thighs as his fingers continued their play. "Every part of you is beautiful. Every part of you is mine to love. Come for me, Sally. Come on my tongue." The command given, he drove his tongue back inside her pussy and, within a breath, she obeyed. Every part of her clenched, every muscle in her body contracted and released. Her cunt clamping around his tongue, her ass muscles trapping and holding his fingers. Her cries of pleasure elongating as spasm after spasm rocked through her body. When she began to soften, he gave her pussy a final kiss and then stood, sliding his cock into her cunt, thrusting deep and yet pulling from her, his shaft glistening with her cream.

  This time her cry froze as he replaced the fingers in her ass with the head of his cock until she gave a strangled gasp.

  "I… I can't…"

  "Shh, you can take me," he said, pushing in a bit further. "You can and you will take every inch of me. Let me in, Sally. Take my cock inside your bottom." She whimpered but nodded, her ass lifting. He splayed her reddened cheeks with his hands, watching as he slowly and carefully slid inside, inch by inch, her muscle protesting but slowly opening further until at last, with her sharp cry, her anus conceded defeat as he pressed forward without pause. Once he was balls deep, her walls of velvet clamped around his shaft, he bent forward and kissed her neck.

  "Such a good girl, such a beautiful, good girl. You have all of me. Everything that I am, all that I have is yours, just as all of you is mine."

  "Ta… take… me…"

  That was all he needed to hear. Kissing her once again, he straightened and did exactly that. He took her, slowly at first and then faster, harder, his cock pistoning in and out of her puckered opening, his fingers dancing between her legs.

  They cried each other's name as he drove deep, erupting, filling her ass as she filled his hand, each contraction a combination of the most exquisite pleasure and pain at the intensity… this time every bit as wonderful as the first… as it would be for the rest of their existence.

  It took him a few minutes to recover, his legs shaking a bit as he pushed his weight off of her. She whimpered as he withdrew, what had been so tightly puckered, gaping a bit at his use. He rubbed the small opening softly as it pulsed until the gates of what he considered a little bit of heaven on earth began to close. His hand released the cheek he'd held away from its twin, returning the small dark opening to its hiding place but knowing that he'd visit again and again.

  She had remained in place, obeying his instruction to remain still. When he returned, and pressed the bandana he'd soaked in the river against her pussy, she jerked, crying out.

  "That's cold!"

  He chuckled and continued to clean her of both of their essences. She shivered and yet stayed in place. When he removed the cloth, she looked over her shoulder. "Um, I think my… um, bottom…"

  "Nope, but good try."

  She huffed but accepted his help to stand, sinking against his chest when he turned her to embrace her… to simply hold her close. When she spoke, it was with another soft moan.

  "I-I… never… not… not like that. In… incredible. I… I love you, Mr. Stone."

  He knew she couldn't mean she'd never made love but felt a ridiculous surge of pride at her words. It didn't really matter if she meant she'd never been taken from behind before, or if she'd never had a man use his mouth to bring her to climax, or even if she meant she'd never been taken anally or meant that she'd come so many times. The only thing that mattered was her last words.

  "I love you, Mrs. Jefferson. Though I hope to be able to change that soon."

  "Change? What? Why? Did I do something… wrong?"

  "God no, everything you did, every cry you made, every whimper, every shudder was absolute perfection. No, I meant that I want to say, I love you Mrs. Stone," he said, bending to cup her face and kiss her, gently this time. "I want that very much."

  She smiled and he felt his heart leap. Expecting her to whisper that she wanted exactly the same, he was shocked when she stepped back and unabashedly put her hands beneath her skirt and rubbed vigorously. "Maybe we can make a deal…"

  "Ah, nope," he said, chuckling as he drew her hands free. "I'm a man willing to negotiate for most things but, young lady, no rubbing after a spanking isn't one of them." When she seemed to hesitate, he grinned. "And nope, that's non-negotiable as well. Every inch, remember? One that includes this," he said, bending forward to kiss her, his hand on the back of her head holding her in place as he plundered her mouth until she sagged against him. Pulling back, he grinned again. "Soon I'll be taking your mouth as well, and I mean with my cock."

  She blushed scarlet but nodded and after a moment said, "Then how about letting me have my bloomers back at least?"

  "Nope, you'll go bare until tomorrow."

  "But…"

  "Exactly. Knowing your spanked bare butt is beneath that skirt should go a long way in reminding you what happens when you are a naughty girl." He tucked the bloomers she'd folded inside his shirt.

  "Hmmm," she said, twining her arms around his waist. "If what happens includes feeling this marvelous, then, Mr. Stone, I might never again wear a pair of bloomers."

  Matthew laughed, kissed her again and then took her hand. He carried her across the river and as they turned around the bend, they saw that King was still on guard, only lifting his head from where he was lying beneath the wagon, keeping his young master safe.

  Chapter Twelve

  Matthew taught Davy how to clean the trout he'd caught, watching carefully as the boy used the knife to cut the fish open. "Perfect, now we remove the guts and that red vein, can you see what I mean?" At the boy's nod, Matthew used his fingernail to remove the vein and then, holding the fish tightly, rinsed it in the river. They worked together until all four of the fish were ready to be turned over to Sally, Matthew watching with pride as Davy presented them to his ma.

  "Thank you, these will make a fine supper," Sally said, giving him a kiss on the top of his head as she took the cleaned fish. "How about some hush puppies to go with them?"

  Davy nodded and while she began to prepare batter for the trout, Matthew and Davy fed and watered the horses.

  "They're gonna be right happy once we get that corral built," Matthew said as they hobbled Buttercup and Dandy, Ranger being fine with just his reins loosely looped over a tree branch. Returning to the wagon, Matthew asked Davy where he'd put the rope and the two of them hung a line between a pair of trees at the rear of the wagon. Chores completed, he returned to the campfire while Davy threw a stick for King who barked his approval at the game, retrieving it every time. He'd bring it back to the boy and the two would engage in a short tug of war until King released the prize, rewarded with it sailing through the air to be found once again.

  "That smells divine," Matthew said as Sally turned the fish in the skillet, the cornmeal she'd used as batter turning golden brown. "Anything I can do to help?"

  "You can set the plates out if you'd like," she said, spooning golden spheres of fried dough from another skillet onto a plate. "Oh, and call Davy."

  Matthew did both, and it wasn't another five minutes before Sally portioned the food onto plates and handed the first to her son. "In honor of the first fish caught," she said. "I'm proud of you, little man."

  The boy grinned and sat cross-legged on the blanket as Sally served Matthew. "Oh, um, I forgot the butter," she said. "Go ahead and eat, I'll just go get it."

  Matthew watched as she surreptitiously tucked a cloth into her pocket, tsking silently, his lips twitching. He knew exactly what the little minx was up to. Setting his plate aside, he stood.

  "No, you sit and eat. I'll get it," Matthew said.

  "No, no, your food will get cold…"

  He took her hand and led her to a small stool that sh
e used as a chair. "Better my food cold than something becoming even warmer than it feels now, don't you think?"

  She looked up, her eyes wide, her mouth opening and her cheeks instantly flushing when he reached into her pocket and pulled out the cloth. "I was just… just…"

  "I know exactly what you were just… just," Matthew said, unable to keep a grin from appearing. "Now, you just sit right here and eat while I go down to the nice cool water and retrieve the butter. Mmm, I can practically taste it… the delicious cream beginning to melt, to glisten the moment I pat it over the heated surface of these little round delights."

  "Matthew!" she whispered, her cheeks rosy as her eyes cut to Davy who seemed quite oblivious to the quiet conversation, though Matthew's thinly veiled reference to what had occurred earlier was as clear as the water that kept her butter cold.

  "Yup, absolutely delicious," Matthew said, chuckling as he dropped the cloth he was certain she had been going to soak in the water and apply to her backside down beside her stool. "Be back before you can say Jumpin' Jehoshaphat."

  As he walked away, he had to chuckle again when she said something that sounded suspiciously like, "Big meanie."

  As they ate, Sally squirming occasionally on her stool, he mentioned Richard's suggestion that they move her herd down to the ranch. "There's no reason for you to continue to pay fees when we've got plenty of pasture."

  "I couldn't ask him to do that."

  "You're not asking, and all of us agreed. It's just a waste of money. You've only seen one of the pastures. We'll be moving the cattle there soon as we rotate them from place to place so that the grass has time to grow. From what you've said, you don't have that many head?"

  "No, only about two dozen. We had more but we… um, some didn't make it."

  Matthew nodded. It was almost a given that some stock wouldn't survive the long trek. Knowing she was avoiding using the word "died", he changed the subject. "I promise, it's no problem. I also heard you talk about a milk cow?"