BIG MAN'S WIFE

by Penny Wylder

  My nipple stiffens as he plucks and pinches, rolling it between the pads of his fingers. His hard cock is pushing against my mound, making my clit throb. Raking my nails through his hair, I rock my pussy against his bulge.

  Ryder pulls my shirt over my head, and unclips my bra, tossing it over his shoulder. Trailing light kisses across my shoulder, he runs his tongue between my breasts, licking all the way down to the edge of my pants.

  Goosebumps erupt over my skin as he keeps kissing and licking every inch of exposed flesh. He lets out a breath of hot air against my lower belly, carefully working the button free on my pants.

  Curling his fingers under the hem, he rips my pants down my legs. His eyes expand as they fall on my black, lace panties. Dropping back down between my legs, he softly kisses my pussy through the fabric.

  “You're so fucking wet,” he says, kissing my pussy harder. “I want to taste you, devour you, and claim you as mine.”

  “I've always been yours.” Tangling my hands in his hair, I pull on it softly.

  Ryder moans, his eyes closing slightly as I play with his hair. Opening his eyes, I notice instantly they're darker, heavier, and smoldering like a hot fire. Flicking my panties to the side, he runs the tip of his tongue up through my folds.

  My body shivers, causing my back to arch high off the bed. He grabs my hips, holding me in place as he eats my pussy like it's a meal. His tongue swirls around my clit, flicking it rapidly, and then sucking on it.

  Moaning, I tear at his hair, yanking on it hard. My thighs attempt to close around his head, but he digs his fingers into my legs, slamming them back down onto the bed. He growls, the tone more animal than human.

  Harder and faster he licks my clit, causing my entire body to ignite. I'm a live wire, ready to explode at any moment. The orgasm is building, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

  Ryder pulls his mouth off my heat, leaving me tender and breathless. I'm so fucking close, I know he can see it in my gaze. Staring down at him, my hips rock up, attempting to reach his lips, begging him to finish me off.

  “Why'd you stop?” I ask, my voice unhinged and my heart galloping in my chest.

  “Because I want to feel you come when I’m deep inside you.” Pressing up onto his knees, his cock is so hard it's threatening to bust through his jeans.

  “Fuck me,” I utter as I bite my bottom lip and tug it into my mouth. “I need you in me.”

  He rips his pants down, and his cock jumps out of his boxers. The tip is engorged, shiny with pre-cum, and the thick vein is throbbing down the side. His boxers are off in seconds, and he's slamming his cock deep inside my pussy before I can take a full breath.

  A silent scream causes my mouth to open wide as my hands grip the blanket, holding me in place. His hips pull back, then drive in harder. Dripping with arousal, his cock glides in and out with ease.

  He buries his face in the crook of my neck, and bites down, sending a rush of tingles through my body as his cock works my pussy. There are no words between us, because we don't need any.

  I can feel him as he breathes, as his heart beats against my chest, as his hands and lips and cock make me unfurl, shattering any walls that were trying to stay standing. I know he can feel me too.

  He can feel my hands on his back, my chest as it rises, and my body as it clenches tight, trying to keep him inside. I'm never letting him go. Ryder Jamison is mine, just like I'm his.

  This isn't two people just having sex, this is two people giving themselves to each other forever. My heart has, and will, always belong to him. I can't deny it anymore.

  And as the orgasm steals me away, as his cock pumps me full of hot cum, I know I made the right choice.

  I chose happiness over money, and being happy is far more important than anything else. Nothing in this world can compare to this moment.

  Ryder grunts, his body tensing for a moment as his cock pulses. Dropping to my side, he rolls onto his back, exhaling a labored breath.

  “Wow,” he says, resting his arms above his head.

  “Wow is right.” Snuggling against his chest, he wraps an arm around my body. “I can't believe I almost left all this behind.”

  He tickles the tips of his fingers up and down the outside of my arm. “You came back, that's all that matters. You saw what I've always known, Jenna.” Kissing the top of my head, he holds me tighter. “That we were meant for each other.”

  Smiling, I look up at him and ask, “If you knew that for all these years, how come you never came for me?”

  “I did. . .” Pausing, he sighs. “Well, I tried anyway. I called your house a couple times but hung up before anyone answered. I even went to New York City once, right after I turned eighteen, but I didn't know where to look for you. I wandered around for a weekend, hoping I'd just accidentally run into you. It didn't happen.”

  “Are you serious?” Pushing myself up, I arch a brow. “You really did that?”

  Ryder nods, reaching up to softly cup my jaw. “I did. Do I sound like a stalker now?”

  “No, I just wish I had known. Maybe it wouldn't have taken me ten years to get here.”

  Thinning his lips, he smiles. “It was meant to happen this way, that's what I believe.” His eyes search mine. “I love you, Jenna Snyder.”

  “I love you too.”

  Maybe he's right. Maybe fate has a path it sends you on, and you can't take short cuts.

  Maybe life can't be controlled.

  Maybe love takes you in the direction it needs before finally bringing you home.

  13

  Ryder

  Looking out at the garden, Jenna is wearing a big floppy hat and picking fresh strawberries off the bushes. She has a basket hanging off her arm, and she's smiling.

  Smiling. All by herself, plucking berries off a stem, and smiling. I've never seen someone so happy to do something so simple.

  The sun is catching her perfectly. Her skin is glowing, her cheeks are rosy, and she looks stunningly beautiful. I can't stop watching her. I haven't been able to take my eyes off her since the first day she walked back into my life.

  Glancing over her shoulder, she gives me a wave. Waving back, she blows me a kiss. My cock turns stiff instantly. The way her lips purse out and her eyes soften seductively, she's calling for me to come fuck her.

  Stuffing my hand inside my pocket, I walk down to her.

  “Hey,” she says, holding out her basket. “These look amazing. Look how ripe they are.”

  “They look great,” I say, snatching one out and taking a bite. “Juicy too.”

  “Ryder!” she yells playfully, yanking the basket out of my reach. “These are for the market this weekend, not for you.”

  “You're right. If I want to eat a juicy berry, I can just eat you.”

  Laughing out loud, she wags a finger in my face. “You're dirty.”

  “You set me up for it. Can you blame me?”

  Cocking her head, she arches a brow in thought. “I think you just have a dirty mind.”

  Chuckling, I pull the basket off her arm and set it on the ground. “I can't help it. You're so damn sexy and beautiful.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really. You think I'm lying?”

  Pursing her lips, she squints her lids as she looks up at me. “No, but you have a funny look in your eyes. What are you doing?”

  “Nothing. I can't just compliment the woman I love?”

  Smiling, she lifts up on her toes and kisses my cheek. “I love you too.”

  “You really like it here, Jenna?” I ask, curling my arms around her waist. “You're not missing the city life?”

  Her brows drop hard into the bridge of her nose as she glares at me. “What? No, not at all. I love it here. Why are you even asking me that?”

  “I don't know, I just want to make sure. It's been a few weeks now, and once the novelty wears off, I don't want you to wish you hadn't given everything up for this.”

  “Ryder,” she says, her voice gentle,
“I didn't give it up just for this, I gave it up for you. I love you and I love this farm. This is my home, it's where I belong. I'll never walk away again.”

  Hearing her say it out loud like this makes my heart hammer inside my chest. I never want to be without her.

  “Good, because I love you too.” Sucking in a nervous breath, I drop to one knee.

  “Oh my God, what are you doing?” she asks, taking a small step back and throwing her hands up to cover her mouth.

  Pulling a ring out of my pocket, I hold it up. “Jenna, I've spent my entire life waiting for you to come back. You're the girl of my dreams, the woman I want to have children with and grow old with.”

  Tears stream down her face as her breathing increases. She's trying to hold it together, but it's not working. Her eyes glitter like the stars as the sun hits her face, and the redness in her cheeks is spreading down her neck.

  Pulling her left hand down, I hold it in my hand, and keep pouring my heart out to her. “My world was empty without you. I was living, but I wasn't really alive. I want to spend the rest of my life giving you my heart and soul. Jenna, will you marry me?”

  Her eyes are glossy, the tears are falling fast, but her smile is the biggest I've ever seen.

  “Yes,” she says, nodding softly.

  Slipping the ring over her finger, her hand is trembling. Climbing to my feet, she jumps into my arms and kisses me.

  “I can't believe this!” she yells, kissing me between each word. “I had no idea.”

  “I just want you to be happy,” I say, kissing her back. “I want to make every day better than the last. I can't imagine my life without you, and I don't want to.” Looking in her eyes, I see my entire life right here. She's my world. I'm never letting her go.

  Her fingers slide up my neck and into my hair. Her nails scratch against my scalp, and coil deep into the roots. She moans into our kiss, and that fucking moan does things to me I can't explain.

  My heart speeds up, my chest constricts, and my blood begins to race through my veins. Every inch of my body is surrendering to this woman. She owns me in every way.

  I can taste her salty tears as they roll down her cheeks, blending with our kiss. Her body sways against mine, her nipples hard as they rub against my chest. My cock thickens as she pushes her hips against mine.

  Grabbing her ass, I yank her in. “I need you,” I say. “Now.”

  “So take me inside.” The words are a whisper against my lips.

  “How about I take you right here?” I ask, running my tongue across her bottom lip and biting it gently. Plucking it with my teeth, she moans louder.

  My cock is rock hard, ready to just fuck my future wife. I don't want to wait. I need her now. I need her right here.

  “What are you waiting for then?” she asks.

  Growling, I tear her pants down her legs. She steps out of them, and stands back. Crossing her legs, her thighs rub back and forth together. Biting the inside of her cheek, she stares up at me.

  She looks so beautiful as the sun hits her skin. Her smooth pussy, her perfect hourglass figure, her long legs. I want to lick every inch of her body, tasting all of her.

  Reaching out, I take her hand and pull her back close. Unbuttoning my pants, I pull my cock out and start to stroke it up and down. My balls are tight, and my tip is tender, ready to feel her heat.

  Lifting her off the ground with ease, I can feel her juice as she grinds her pussy against my stomach. Her lips find my neck and she bites me. It stings, but I like it. A rush of electricity zips through my muscles. Groaning, I slip my arm up her back between her shoulder blades and bite her back.

  Jenna throws her head back, rubbing her pussy harder against my abs. Her juice slicks my skin, and all I can think about is being inside her. With my hands on her ass, I lower her to the ground, laying her down.

  My cock pushes against her entrance, causing her legs to spread open and her heels to dig into the bottom of my calves. Her mouth forms a perfect O as I glide inside her. Slamming her eyes shut, she doesn't make a sound.

  Her nails dig into my back, tearing at my shirt as I push my entire length in as far as it will go. Holding her ass, I pull my hips back until my crown is right at the edge of her opening, only to slam back in.

  “Mm, Ryder,” she moans loudly as her lids shut and her back bends up high.

  No one can see. We're in the middle of a field, tucked away from prying eyes. I love this. This moment we're sharing together. It's as if we're the only two people left in the world.

  Driving myself in and out of her body, bits of grass and dried leaves tangle in her hair, but she doesn't care. Jenna isn't afraid to get dirty. She isn't worried about being in the dirt as I fuck her.

  She loves me. She loves the life we're going to build. And she loves what little I can give her. But as long as she knows that I'd go to the end of the earth and back again just to make her happy, that's all that matters.

  Her pussy clenches around my shaft, milking me hard. She won't let me go. The closer I get to breaking free, the harder she holds me in place. Thrusting hard and fast, my stomach tightens as my balls slap against her ass.

  My cock hardens like granite as I feel her thighs shake. Jenna moans, piercing my skin with her nails as she comes on my dick. I can't stop myself. I love feeling her fall apart like this. I love knowing that I'm the reason for her pleasure.

  Pistoning my hips, my cock pulses hard as the orgasm hits my body and turns my muscles stiff. My eyes roll back in my head as my entire body ignites.

  And as I look down on the woman I love, I know there's no place I'd rather be than right here. Dirt coats my knees, debris is in her hair, and we're both breathing hard, but this makes my life worth living.

  Stroking the back of my fingers up her cheek, I smile. Jenna smiles back, tickling her fingertips up and down my back. “I love you,” I say, my voice heavy and thick. “I don't think I can ever tell you in words how much I truly love you.”

  “I know, I can feel it.” Her eyes still on mine as her lips thin. “I love you too.”

  Jenna is my everything.

  And I know that together we can take on the world.

  Another land thief, the anger of her parents, the resistance of my sister, whatever gets thrown our way.

  Together we'll tear it down.

  Epilogue

  Jenna

  Six Months Later

  I hold my breath as Melody tugs the strings on the back of my wedding dress. It's hard to believe this day is actually here.

  I'm getting married today.

  The thought sends a tsunami of butterflies crashing through my stomach. I've always imagined this day ever since I was a little girl. I just never knew who would be waiting for me at the other end.

  I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have found the man that compliments me perfectly. I couldn't ask for a better person to spend the rest of my life with.

  It doesn't change the fact I'm so damn nervous I can't see straight, my palms are sweaty, my heart is racing, and I constantly feel like I'm going to puke.

  “You all right?” Melody asks, tying the ribbon tight. “You look super pale right now.”

  “Yeah, I'm okay. This is just crazy. I can't believe I'm getting married.”

  “Right. And to my brother of all people,” she says, giggling softly. “If it's any consolation, I'm really happy it's you. I know I was hard on you in the beginning, but—”

  “Don't,” I cut in. “I get it. You were just protecting your brother and rightfully so. I hurt him. You had every right to hate me.”

  She smiles, looking at me in the mirror. “I was too hard on you. I'm sorry for that.”

  My stomach bubbles, and I feel it rise up in the back of my throat. “Ugh, I think I'm going to be sick.” Throwing a hand to my mouth, I look around for a trash can or bucket to use.

  Melody's eyes grow wide and she grabs the small can by the table. “Here,” she says, passing it to me quickly.

 
Hurling in the bucket, she pulls back my hair so I don't accidentally throw up on it.

  “You really are nervous, huh?”

  “I've been a mess all morning.”

  Dropping into a chair, I wipe my mouth with a tissue and take a sip of water. I haven't told Melody, but I already threw up two other times this morning and once yesterday. For over a week now, I haven't gotten up in the morning without feeling sick.

  This wedding has caused my nerves to go wild. Planning it was easy, picking out the flowers and the food didn't take more than an hour. I wasn't a bridezilla. I didn't need to have anything big and extravagant. But no one warned me about how nervous I was going to be once the day came.

  Calm down, Jenna. Just take a breath.

  Inhaling slowly, I let the air back out with an audible whoosh. “This is too much. My hands are shaking.” Holding out my right hand, my fingers are visibly trembling.

  “You're going to do great. You look beautiful.” Melody picks up my bouquet and hands it to me. “Here, make your hands do something. Holding this should help stop the shaking. Better?” she asks.

  “Actually, it is.” Having my fingers wrapped around the stems of my bouquet, it does help to steady my hand. “Good idea.”

  “Yeah, I know. Where do you think Ryder gets all his good ideas? He steals them from me.” Smirking, she chuckles as she pats herself on the back.

  There's a knock at the door, and my friend Hanna pokes her head in. “You almost ready? It's just about time?”

  Hanna is one of a handful of my friends from New York that stood by my side after my step-father disowned me. There are not many people in that rich circle that would embrace a simple country girl like me, but I'm lucky enough to have found those diamonds in the rough.

  Exhaling hard, I take another sip of water and stand up. “Yeah, I think I'm ready.” Running my hands down the front of my dress, I look at Hanna and ask, “Is Tara back?”