Long Hard Ride: Arranged Marriage, Brothers, Cowboy Romance (The Wild Wests Book 3)

by Adriana French

  She’s in front of the mirror by the front door. I’m on the couch, looking over this month’s accounts. At least that’s what I’m trying to do, but I can’t keep my eyes on the computer screen. How can I when she’s parading around wearing that?

  I shouldn’t look again, but I do. Fuck it, I sure do. She’s changed into a white blouse I haven’t seen before, and I could sear it, burn it right off her with my eyes. She has enough buttons undone that I can see her creamy tits popping out at the top of her bra. For fuck’s sake. Does she have any idea what that does to a man?

  The top is tied in a knot around her tiny little waist, and her frilly skirt drops low around her hips so I can see her belly button.

  I’ve never had a thing for belly buttons before, but Jesus Christ, her toned flat stomach is so tempting. I want to stick my tongue into that little hole.

  “You’re going out wearing that?” Every fucking ranch hand in town will be pawing at her, begging for her pussy.

  “To Boondocks, to be exact.” Brooke gives me a smirk. She picks up some lip gloss and applies it all over those plump, made-for-my-dick pink lips.

  Her pert little ass bumps out when she bends closer to the mirror for a better look. And it’s everything I can do to stop myself from closing my laptop, marching over, and nailing her against the wall.

  She’s still leaving her dirty little panties out for me in the laundry room, turning me into an addict for her sweet candy, juicy smell. She’s never said a word about it, but I know she knows I love it.

  And now? She’s going out without me tonight? She hasn’t gone anywhere at night without me since our wedding day. My jaw clenches as I look at my computer’s clock. My blood starts to boil with visions of men feeling her up and jamming their dicks into her on the pool table. The hell no. No fucking way.

  “Why do you care what I wear when I go out?” Brooke eyes me from the mirror and then turns. “Huh? Why?”

  Because you are mine to fuck. The only man you’re fucking is me. My cock swells, begging for her pussy again. Shit. I shouldn’t have had a taste. The thought of easing my thick, heavy dick into her tight, wet little cunt makes me weak.

  It wouldn’t be right for me to fuck her brains out again. I won’t hold back on round two. I’ll make her come on my cock so hard she won’t be able to see straight, never mind walk. She has no idea who she’s playing with.

  I’ll wear her out just like I do with an untrained filly. I’ll make her scream over and over again, train her until she’s limp.

  She won’t even be able to talk. I’ll pump her mouth so full of my cum it’ll drip down her tits. Just the thought of her lips stretched around my cock, and all those whimpering, slurping noises she made, makes me want to ram my dick down her throat. Christ. I’m losing my fucking mind with her.

  “You’re not answering me . . .” Brooke struts past me and grabs her purse. That fucking skirt is see-through. Is she swaying her hips on purpose like that? The skirt hits her mid thigh, and every time the frilly fabric moves, I see more of her creamy skin.

  “You shouldn’t be going to that bar by yourself,” I say evenly, then swallow thickly. I can see her curvy round ass right through her skirt as the last of the day’s sun streams through the window.

  My dick throbs. My balls ache, dying for a release. Dying for her.

  I look back down at my computer and pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to get the thought of her glossy, plump lips around my cock out of my mind.

  “And why not? Now that I’m not a virgin, you don’t expect me to be a nun, do you?” She bends over the back of the couch for her little pink jacket, and I can see the curve where her silky thigh meets her ass cheek. “Twenty-one is old enough to get a drink. And for sure old enough to get a man.”

  “Correction—boy. What do you know about men?” My head is swimming. Why are we even talking about her going out and getting laid? What the fuck is she saying? She’s leaving me behind so she can . . . ? Shit, I can’t even think straight. “You’ve only dated boys, sweetheart. We both know that.”

  “But I’m not looking to date. I’m looking for a fuck tonight.”

  Oh, you keep talking like that, and you’re going to get fucked, but good. The thought that her cunt is probably dripping already, that she’s looking to get fucked, wants to be fucked, has me as stiff as a steel rod.

  “Sweet thought for a girl who’s practically still a virgin.”

  “Woman,” she counters. “And my thoughts are anything but sweet.”

  Fuck me. She’s twisting my cock and heart around her little finger. I don’t say a word, I’m too wrapped up in the horrible thought of another man’s hands all over her. Another man’s lips kissing her, tongue-fucking her, sucking on her tits. Another man’s cock in her tight little pussy. My pussy.

  I’m seconds away from losing control. She has no idea she’s turning me into some kind of uncontrolled, cock-driving animal.

  I want to inhale her. Consume her. Crush her lips with mine, so she’ll shut up and stop talking about finding any other man. “I think it’s best you stay home tonight.” My voice is steady and even like always. If she thinks she’s leaving this house—

  Brooke pivots and fires a pissed-off glare. I see I’ve finally managed to make her stop and think about her actions, so I give it another go.

  “We’re technically married. Going out to get screwed by a stranger isn’t something a married woman should do.”

  “And why not?” She roughly slings her purse strap over her shoulder. “You sure don’t act like a husband, so who the hell cares? You obviously don’t. But tell me, what do you think of my outfit?” She licks her pouty lip-glossed lips, holds the edge of her little skirt, and twirls.

  She’s bare. Bare assed. Bare pussy.

  I’m going over the edge now. And by the heat in her eyes when she catches me staring, the sexy little tease is enjoying every second of it. My cock rams against my jeans, my heart hammers in my chest, and I clench, holding myself back from that perfect, baby-smooth round ass. Oh, how I could pick her up, throw her face-first over the back of the couch, and spread those cheeks wide. Then she’d know what it’s really like to be fucked.

  I’m mesmerized, unable to take my eyes off her ass, and then she turns and lifts her dress.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I slam my laptop shut and get up from the couch.

  She inches close, batting those long lashes. “I’m showing you my outfit. Do you like it? If someone wants to fuck me, all I have to do is lift my skirt.” She flashes me again and giggles. “Do you think some older man at Boondocks will want to fuck me? Think I can find a real man, with a big cock?” She runs her tongue across her lower lip, and my eyes bulge.

  I have never resisted a temptation. Never denied a woman anything, unless she was drunk or I thought I would be taking advantage of her. Brooke clearly knows what she’s doing and hasn’t had a drop of anything—

  You’ve been down this road before. Stop. She’s too young. She’ll get attached. You’ll get attached, I remind myself as she approaches me and has the fucking nerve to throw her arms around my neck and brush her sweet lips against mine.

  I feel her luscious, round breasts against my chest. Her pelvis presses against my aching cock. There is no way she can’t feel my throbbing dick.

  I fucking hold my breath, doing everything in my power to stop myself pounding her and teaching her a lesson.

  “Since you aren’t doing your husbandly duty, why shouldn’t I go out and find another man who will?”

  And that’s fucking it.

  She’s pushed me over the edge.

  “Husbandly duty? You want to be fucked, baby girl?” Anger and lust roar through my veins. I cup her cheeks in my hands, and my lips come crushing down on her sweet mouth. The taste of that fucking lip gloss sends me into overdrive. Brooke moans, arching her back and melting into me.

  How long have I been denying myself these lips? These ripe curves? I slide
my hand down her back and roughly grab her ass cheek. “Does your tight little cunt want to come all over my cock again, little girl?” I gasp a breath between furious kisses. “Does your greedy little pussy want to be filled to the brim again? I’ll pump so much cum in your tight little hole it’ll come out of your mouth. Is that what you’re asking for?”

  “Fuck yes,” she whimpers, and I slide my hand under her skirt and cup her pussy, running my fingers over her slippery folds. And just as I thought, this little cherry is so fucking wet for me.

  “Oh, you want it bad, baby girl. We won’t be going easy this time. I warned you.” I drop my eyes down her open neckline to her heaving tits.

  “I want it. I want you,” she groans, kissing me harder, tasting like candy. She grinds her hot cunt against my thick, swollen dick. I drop my hand and slide it under her blouse, over her silky skin.

  “My fucking favorite,” I growl, rolling her nipple, making it grow between my fingers. I part her lips with my tongue, and she sucks it, whimpering with pleasure, just like she will when I fuck her. My poor damn cock’s oozing pre-cum, ready to tear through my pants and plunge into every one of her holes.

  Brooke’s pressed against me, one leg wrapped around mine, and she’s humping my dick for all it’s worth. But I’m going to make this sexy little tease wait.

  “Did you wear this pretty blouse for me?” I take hold of her shirt. Brooke gasps as I rip it open, popping off every button. She cries out as I cup her breasts and bend to suck on each nipple.

  She’s never going to forget who she belongs to. I don’t even mess with the tie at her waist and go straight for her pussy again. I dip two fingers deep inside of her soaking wet slit and curl them, finding her G-spot. She starts panting.

  “You think this sweet little cunt is going to leave my sight?” I bring my hand to my mouth. I inhale her pussy juice and then lick my fingers.

  Her eyes flash open in shock. Heat burns behind them as she watches my every move. “Every part of you is mine, baby girl.” I go right back under her thin skirt to that sweet cherry cunt. In seconds, I’ve found her G-spot again, and she pants so hard, her legs quivering, I have to steady her with my other hand. And I don’t let up.

  “Fuck,” she gasps between kisses, just about over the edge. Her legs shake. “Fuck, fuck,” she cries out. “What are you doing?” My sweet little wife moans, about to collapse on my hand. “No one’s ever done that to me before.”

  I press another finger into her, spread her juice over her clit, and work it with my thumb. “Oh, sweet girl, there are a lot of things you need to learn. I’m going to teach you how to come on command first.”

  Her walls clamp around me and she bucks against my hand. “You like fucking my fingers, don’t you?” I rasp, pressing the small of her back into me, keeping the pressure on her clit. “Come all over my fingers, baby girl. I want your sweet cherry cum dripping down your thighs.” I roll her clit under my thumb, harder and faster, until she screams. “That’s it, baby girl, cover my fingers with your cum.” Her hot cunt clenches around my fingers, and she cries out my name in pleasure.

  Her legs buckle. I lift her in my arms in one swoop and lay her down on the table. I’m not giving my prey one second to recover.

  Brooke’s blouse is torn all the way down to where it’s tied around her waist. Her flimsy bra is pushed under her heaving tits. I lift her skirt so it’s around her waist. “Is this what you wanted, you naughty-as-fuck little thing? Didn’t want to wear panties so anyone could fuck you anytime?” I grip her under her thighs and yank her sweet ass to the edge of the table. “Is this what you want?”

  “Yes,” she whispers, still breathing hard from her last orgasm, still slicked with sweat.

  I’m tempted to bury my face in that sweet pussy and lap up her cherry cum, but she’s been begging for a fucking for a long, long, long time. “You think you were leaving the house wearing this? Did you think you were going to get away with showing me your pretty little pussy and teasing me like that?”

  She watches as I quickly get out of my jeans and my aching cock springs free. And it is so ready for business. I smooth the pre-cum around the head and stroke my pulsing shaft up and down. Brooke’s eyes are dark with heat and locked on my every move.

  “Answer me,” I growl, stroking my thick dick. “Do you see how hard my cock is for you? See what you did by showing me your tits and flashing that bare ass at me?”

  “Yes.” She licks her lips and gives me a mischievous smile.

  “Yes what?” I take hold of her knees and open her wide, and she gasps. “Answer me.”

  “Yes, husband.”

  “You’ve been prancing around teasing me long enough. If you want me to fuck your sweet little pussy hard, you better ask nicely.”

  “Please, fuck me.”

  “Show me how much you want my dick inside you, Brooke. Spread your pussy lips open and show me.” And fuck if she doesn’t slide her hands down and spread her little cherry cunt wide open.

  My gaze is transfixed on her smooth pussy lips. Her tight hole is glistening, just begging to plowed. I stroke myself faster and faster.

  She’s glued to my every move. There’s no turning back now. I line my cock up to her soaking wet pussy and rub the head against her clit, making her cry out. “You sure you’re ready for a real man to give you the kind of fucking you deserve, baby girl?”

  I roll her clit with my thumb, and she screams, “Yes.”

  “Good girl.” I ease my fat shiny head into her pussy, just enough to tease her.

  “Fuck, Shane,” she whimpers. “Just like that.” She presses against me, taking me another inch. Her bare pink lips expand around me. My muscles coil, my balls tighten, as thunder roars through my veins. The thought of her going out, hunting to screw someone else, has turned me into a crazed fucking animal. My only need is to claim her and make her all mine.

  I hook my arms under her creamy thighs and pull her toward me as I push all the way into her in one thrust. Brooke cries out, arching her back. Her head drops back down on the table, her hair splayed out in every direction. “Oh my God.”

  I pull out. “Am I doing my husbandly duties correctly, wife?” I grunt as she lifts her legs so her feet are touching my shoulders. I grip her thigh, slide her ass off the table, and thrust back in. Her tight pussy swallows every inch. My blood pumping fire, I pull out and thrust again. “Am I?” I pant, fucking her so deep my balls slap against her ass. “Is that deep enough for you, little girl?”

  “Yes,” she cries out, gripping the edge of the table.

  “Are you going to go out looking to get fucked by someone else ever again?”

  “No,” she screams, as I rut into her again and again, hearing our slick flesh slap together. “Are you listening to me, wife?” My hands tighten around her trembling thighs as she pants and moans in pleasure. I spread her wider and fuck that little cherry harder. My dick pulses in her tight clenches. My heart throbs; my head roars. I don’t even know who I am anymore—I’m low, low, down to my most base level. The only thing on my mind is fucking her into oblivion once and for all.

  After all these months, she’s finally pushed me over the cliff and is getting the real me she’s been begging for. My ass clenches. I’m on fire with the raging need to claim her.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she screams, rolling her hips, fucking me back hard, making the table shake and bang with every thrust. I watch my cock plow in and come out covered in her cherry juice. She’s milking me dry, trembling and unraveling. “There’s no one else but you,” she cries, throwing her arms up over her head and slapping the table.

  Her ass is completely off the table now. I bend, pulling her flush against me, driving deep into her. Brooke screams in ecstasy.

  “That’s it. Fuck my cock, wife. Fuck me good.” I rock my hips and grip her thighs. Inhaling the smell of her soaking wet pussy, I fuck her faster and harder.

  We’re slicked with sweat, my little filly is panting, and her pussy i
s gripping me for all it’s worth. I’m not near done with Brooke’s lesson. I reach down between us and roll her hard clit under my thumb. She screams, bucking and writhing, but I hold her steady, plowing and fingering her at the same time.

  “This is what you wanted.” I’m grunting like a beast. “Now fuck me harder. Milk my cock.”

  “Oh my God.” She’s shaking. “I’m going to come.”

  “Is this real man enough for you, nasty girl?” I reach around and grip her tight little ass. As I take in the sight of her, my breath catches. Face flushed, eyes full of heat, body shimmering with sweat. Tits jiggling, legs wide open, trusting and giving me everything. She bites her lip, moaning and crying out my name. My God, she is stunning.

  Christ. I’m losing control. “You want us to do our fucking duties, wife?”

  Golden-brown eyes flash with a wildness I haven’t seen before. She latches her legs around my waist and tips her hips, taking me deeper. “Yes.”

  I reach down and find her slick hard nub and keep fucking. The table’s about to collapse, rattling under us. “Come on your husband’s dick, baby wife,” I pant, feeling my balls wind up in an aching knot. “I’m going to pump my cum so deep in your womb that your body will never forget who it belongs to. And you’ll be mine forever.”

  “Oh fuck yes, Shane.” Her legs tremble. She’s almost there.

  And I don’t let up. “And who is Shane?”

  “My husband.” Brooke wraps her arms around me, pulling me down on her. I lock onto her sweet candy lips and kiss her like a crazed man who’s never been with a woman before, and in a way, I haven’t. No one compares to Brooke.

  “That’s right, baby girl,” I groan, holding her steady and pumping her good. She starts shaking. “Come all over my cock, baby,” I pant. “Cover me with your cum.”

  Her pussy grips my cock tight. Her face is beaded with sweat, her hair in a mass of tangles. She trembles, crying out, “Fill me, Shane. Give me everything.”

  And fuck. The sound of my name on her sweet lips, while she begs for my seed, is like angels singing in heaven. I’m spinning, hurling into space. And I see fucking stars as my heavy balls finally unleash and I claim her, filling her with my cum. And Christ, she’s still fucking me.