I don’t know when it happened, but this dislike that I had for him and now turned into something of a heat that couldn’t be controlled. I reached up and took off his cowboy hat, putting it on myself and taking the role of the man. I straddled his waist, unbuttoned his shirt one at a time and made a point to do it slowly to make him watch me with his eyes.
“Brenda, you make me feel like I’m a criminal and that I should look back at my actions. I take a more careful eye at my actions toward women and I get a brief inkling that there’s a reason why I haven’t been able to land anybody permanently. I really convinced myself that it was them, but I think it was the way that I treated them that made them run for the hills. My father is a bastard and he uses his words and then his fists to get his point across. I thought that I was above that, but I’ve been slowly becoming him and didn’t even know it. Grabbing you by the wrist and having you call me on it forced me to take a hard look at myself.” I was tracing my fingers down around his nipples. He began to shiver to the sensation that I was causing him.
“It’s not too late to change and you’ve proven that beyond a shadow of a doubt.” I felt a little wanton and having this blond hair had given me the license to act out more playfully and seductively than I had ever done before. “I think that I want to show you the real man underneath all of that animosity. Deep down, you are a good man and you just needed somebody to take you by the hand and lead you into the light.” I pulled the straps of that red dress down over my upturned breasts and his eyes went wide with seeing me in that way in the moonlight.
“I don’t know why you even think that I am worthy of giving your body to. I’m not going to mince words and I find you very attractive and would love the opportunity to have sex with you. I want to make beautiful love and to make you smile and then moan in obvious enjoyment.” He had me by the hips and the dress was down over my waist. My panties were rubbing up against his engorged member and he was making a point to thrust up to make even better contact. “I think that I could get used to a woman like you in my life. I can even help you with your humanitarian causes. I will do my part and throw a sizable amount of money in your direction, but I think that you will go a long way with putting your own fundraisers together.” I had never thought of that, but the idea was appealing.
I moved up, leaving a trail of wetness along his stomach and up to his chin. I hovered over him with my legs taking the strain of holding myself in that way. “I think that we should see if we can’t put your mouth to better use than talking.” I pulled the panties to the side, sopping wet and already tripping on to his overeager lips. That was just a brief taste, but it was enough to make him thirst for more. He showed that by putting his fingers to work by opening me up to an oral exploration with his tongue. I was splayed open and it was a wonder that I was even able to stay in this position with the constant electricity that was now running through my veins.
“I think that you taste better than caviar, Brenda.” He was a flatterer, but he was also caring and kind. I had to dig deeper find him, but he was there. “Fuck…you’re dripping all over the place. I’ve never had a woman this excited to be with me and most often than not they are just there to further their own agenda.” I let him sink deep into me with his tongue and then I bounced on him like a pogo stick that had gone out of control.
“Fuck…fuck…yes…right there…don’t stop… Jesus Christ here it comes…here it comes…YESSSSS.” That orgasm was a mind lower and I had to plant my hands on either side of his head to keep myself from collapsing altogether. He slipped out from underneath me, bent me over at an angle and had me on my hands and knees in the sand. I felt him lifting my dress and then spanking my ass and making me yelp with surprise and excitement all rolled into one.
“I need this and you have no idea how much I have needed a woman like you in my life. My saddle is built for two and I want you to be a part of the kind a man that you have made possible. A lot of what I felt toward women has been washed away and I don’t see them, as arm candy. I see you, as the kind of woman that can keep me on a short leash. I need that, but what I need the most is a woman that shows me the kind of loving that I’m deserved. I didn’t think that I was deserving, but you opened my eyes to the possibility of true love.” That outer façade had now melted away and showed me that I had every right to pursue a relationship with a man that used to show nothing, but discontent.
“Take me…don’t think about it and just do it.” I was begging him and I think that he was eager to comply. He pressed that bulbous knob up against my lips and that first inch was buried deep, before my inner muscles began to work him over into a frenzy. I pulled him in the wake of my desire and we were now joined at the hips. He started to fuck me a little faster and I had to reach back to place my hand on his chest to slow down his role. “Don’t be in such a hurry and this is not a race… It’s a marathon.” I had problems in the past with men that were a little too anxious to get it over with. I found that a little direction goes a long way.
“Brenda, whatever you want is what you’re going to get.” It was agonizing, but he was very gentle and very manly and knew exactly how to press my buttons. In that regard, he had reached around and had done something that no other lover that I’ve been with in the past had ever tried. He played with my clit, as he gave me long hard strokes without stopping it in between for a much needed breather.
The feeling of him behind me was enough to keep me on the edge. He was driving with precision and he was touching on the spot in my body that had been unsatisfied. The size of his equipment was perfect to barely graze that area, but it was more than enough to make writhe in his grasp. I was gripping the sand with both hands, slapping at it with my palms. I could feel spittle coming out the corner of my mouth.
“I never really concerned myself with a woman’s pleasure, but this time it’s going to be different.” I could feel that he was losing that battle, but he was forcing himself to hold himself back. He wanted me to reach that moment first and then he would join me. I was happy to see that he had a lot more willpower and stamina than most.
“I want you, I need you and I think that I love you.” I had a lot of secrets that I kept in a vault inside my head and I was tempted to tell him each and every one of them. Had he asked at the moment of my climax, I probably would have told him anything he wanted to know and then some.
I was cumming hard and fast and my juices were now streaming down his shaft. The lips were holding him like a newborn baby, squeezing the life out of him. The cream in the center was what I was looking for and I heard his outcries and pleasure, which was followed by a torrent of love juice that soaked my insides.
I felt a little taken out of my comfort zone, as he turned me on my back and continued to fuck me through his orgasm. He had unloaded what felt like a gallon, but he continued to move against me with a determination that I could see in his eyes. He was breathing heavy and he looked like he was going to meet his maker. His face was red and his body was covered in a sheen of sweat.
“I can’t believe this…and I think I’m going to… AHHHHH.” This was the first time that I had seen a man have a multiple climax. It gave me a giddy little thrill that I was responsible for that. There wasn’t a whole lot left in the chamber, but the sensation was enough to make him collapse on top of me in absolute exhaustion.
“I don’t even know how to express to you my feelings, Brenda. I’ve never done that before, not even in my youth and I think I know what I’ve been missing.” I went down on him, licking up the last of his discharge. His cock was sensitive and he trembled to the touch, but he did not try to push me away. He allowed me to take my pleasure.
One of those influential donations came back to haunt me, but he was able to convince them with an extra influx of cash that they should look the other way. I did go on to put on my own fundraisers with great success. I was now moving with those that had power and I had the confidence to stand up and be noticed, because of Paul. He was my cowboy lover
and friend and everything that I wanted and more.
THE END
Ordered by a Cowboy Billionaire
Chapter one
I sit here on the train and I feel like my life is not my own. I have on a black dress, as I feel that I’m mourning the loss of one life in place of another. I grieve for the woman that I was supposed to be and I know that that woman has now been buried 6 feet under for all eternity. I want to scream, but I have no idea who will listen or even give a damn about my feelings. My father certainly didn’t care and I had gotten myself in this, because I felt like I had an obligation to my family. I was an only child and my mother was dead at childbirth, leaving my father to raise me on his own.
I’m not saying that he wasn’t a good provider, but he was a bit domineering and he expected me to take the place of the woman in the household. I didn’t know any better and I cooked and I cleaned and made sure that his house was made up properly for guests and anybody else that was going to come calling. I knew my place, but I felt that there was room for me to escape after I reached a certain age. I just turned 18 and I was contemplating taking my show on the road. I wanted nothing more to do with my father and then he came to me with this ill advised plan that made me almost sick to my stomach.
I remembered the day that he approached me, coming into the kitchen and sitting down at the table with an angst expression on his face. “Nicole, I’m afraid that I have some distressing news. Our crops have been dying, as a result of this heat wave. We don’t have enough money to keep a roof over our head and food in our bellies. I want you to know that I’ve been over this from every angle and I’ve come to a painful conclusion.” I sat down with him, holding his hand and making him give me eye contact.
“Whatever it is, father, we can deal with it together, as a family. We’ve always been able to get through anything and this is not going to be any different than that.” I could see that he was struggling with something and the very fact that he had come in here to sit down with me had told me just how serious this was.
“You don’t understand, Nicole and we need an immediate influx of cash, or we’re going to lose everything. I might be able to hold them off at the bank for a few months, but we’re still not going to be able to come up with near enough to keep the family homestead. I know that this is not going to sit well with you, but I’m afraid that we have no choice. I’ve been in contact with a young man named Evan and he has expressed interest in a mail order bride. I’ve been talking to him on and off with correspondence and I have pretended to be you.” I was aghast, looking at him shocked and wondering if slapping my father was in good taste.
“You should have talked to me about this, before you went ahead and did it, father. I don’t know what you want me to say. This is an invasion of my privacy and makes me feel like you’re treating me like common cattle. I would hope that after everything that I’ve done for this family that you would treat me with a little bit more respect than that.” I was hoping that my pleas would make him back down, but his stubbornness was quite evident by the way that he was crossing his arms in defiance.
“You don’t understand and I’m not giving you a choice. He’s going to be expecting you and I have all the letters that he wrote you and I hope that will make you see reason. As your father, I do what’s best for the family and this will make it possible for us to stand on our own 2 feet. Your sacrifice will not be in vain and I’m sure that you can leave him at any time. Nothing is cut in stone and you’re just going to have to meet him and see if sparks fly. I’ve already arranged for the stagecoach to take you to the train station. You are to leave tomorrow morning. I’m sorry that it comes, as sudden, but I really didn’t want to give you the chance to convince me otherwise.” I’ve learned a long time ago that my father was pigheaded, but I had also learned that crocodile tears and getting on his nerves was a good way to make him change his mind.
“You purposely waited, until this time to tell me, because you didn’t want me to have the opportunity to wear you down. I’ll take a look at the letters, but I make no promises.” I grabbed the letters from his hand, most likely leaving him with a paper cut, but it was not anything that he didn’t deserve. “I’ll make my decision in the morning.” I stomped off, leaving him to fend for himself for supper. It was already on the stove, but he could barely boil water. I went upstairs, knowing that I was going to have to do his bidding, but feeling slightly empowered by at least standing up for myself.
I read the letters and I was mildly amused by his need for affection. Evan promised me the world on a silver platter and despite my misgivings; I began to think that it might not be such a bad way to escape the never ending hell that I was already in. I had been thinking about leaving, but I had very little money and most likely would have to rely on the kindness of strangers and possibly the church. The one thing that I had was my faith and the cross around my neck was a constant reminder that god was always standing on my shoulder.
“Nicole, I’ve been writing you for some time and I feel that I’ve come to know you. I do hope that our meeting goes well and I’m really looking forward to seeing if we are compatible. For everything that I’ve read from you, I have to say that I’ve been pleasantly surprised. You sound like a very hard worker and you know the value of a dollar. That’s not something that everybody can say and I would never take that for granted. You know that I have more than enough money to care for you and any children that come into our lives. I am what most people call a land baron and I do my best to be fair, but also ruthless in the right light. I very much look forward to seeing your smiling face.” There was no way to send my likeness and we were just going to have to go on the hope that we would like what we saw.
I condemned my father to stay in the house and I pretended to be upset, when I couldn’t be further from it. I scowled and I slammed the door a little harder than necessary to get my point across. The two bags that I carried was everything that I had in my closet and even a couple of gold coins that I had absconded with from my father’s collection. He didn’t know that I knew he had them and that he would never give them up to anyone. It was even possible that he would never find out that I had taken a couple of them, or at least not until he once again had gone through his collection in the middle of the night.
“I hope that you can forgive me, Nicole. It was never my intention to make you do something like this, but we’ve come to the end of our rope.” From the letters that I had read, he had also arranged for a sizable payment in return for my favor. It was wired to my father and I really did feel like he was taking advantage of the situation. “There’s no reason to be this angry. Believe me, I don’t want to lose you, but this is beyond our control.” The only reason why he didn’t wanna lose me was because he couldn’t take care of himself. His clothes, his food and even the land that he owned were being taken care of by me. He was lazy and I had to contend with the fact that he would not lift a finger. He told me that it was because of an injury, but I had yet to see any indication of such.
I stood at the doorway, glaring in his direction and then turning with a smile on my face that would light up like the sun in the noonday sky. I wanted to tell him that I was looking forward not to see him ever again, but I didn’t think that it was right to rub it in.
As I got on the stagecoach, I was taken to the nearby train station and I waited for the one that was supposed to be nine. I barely made conversation with anyone. I wanted to be alone with my own thoughts, curling my blonde hair with my finger, as a sign of nervousness. I had ringlets that went down over my shoulders and the dress that I wore was a testament to the way that I was feeling, or at least the way that I wanted my father think that I was feeling. I was going to change, before I got to my final destination, as I really didn’t want him to think that I was upset by this current state of affairs.
Chapter two
I heard the train whistle and it made my skin crawl, but also gave me a sense of excitement for the future. Evan sounded like
a good man and he had a kind of money that he could afford to keep me in luxuries for the rest of my life. I wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted in return, except for companionship and possible family. I’m sure that he could have gotten that from anyone, so why did he have to go this way to find what he wanted. Maybe he was worried that people would not take him seriously and they would only be after his money. I could understand something like that.
I got up, picked up my two bags and got down onto the platform with the sticky heat now making my clothes snug to my frame. The black dress had now been replaced by a blue number that I had sewn with my own two hands. We couldn’t afford much, but whatever hand me downs I could find that the church was willing to give, I made them fit my considerable body. I was not big, but I did think that I could lose a few pounds. I liked that I could push my weight around and that I had this motherly quality that made most people think that I had already been blessed with children.
“Do I dream that you might be Nicole Fallon?” I turn to see this man with a black cowboy hat, vest to match and a bolo tie that really did look like he didn’t have a female around to hold his hand. “This vision of loveliness can’t be the one and only Nicole Fallon. Is this a mirage, or are you truly the one that is going to make my life complete?” He was handsome with a slight scruff and a pair of green eyes that almost felt like they could see right through me. His jeans were dirty, as if he had just come from cattle rustling.
“I take it that you’re Evan Johnson. It’s nice to finally meet you and your letters don’t really do you justice. You make me think that there are some good ones left out there. I was taught that anyone that was worth their salt was already married or involved. Why is it that a considerable man like yourself is alone?” I don’t think that there was any reason to beat around the bush and the fact that he was alone was a little bit of a warning sign.
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