The Cowboy Who Strolled Into Town

by Riley Moreno

  “Yeah, right, you'll love it.”

  “I probably will,” he said, “I think it'll be great to be a part of something with you. I knew my life would change when I met you Jenna but I didn't realize you'd have this much of an effect. I was lost, a wandering soul, and you found me and saved me. You saved my life,” he said, and looked at her in a way that made her melt. In some ways Riley was such a sensitive, gentle soul and Jenna couldn't believe that he had fought in the army and seen such terrible things. He was a powerful man, a strong man, but only Jenna had been given the key to the place inside, the deep dark place that he kept hidden away from all but the most deserving eyes. And there she had seen him, the real him in all his splendor and glory. Perhaps he had been afraid that she would turn away but it had only brought her closer to him, made her love him even more. His body was beautiful, and she took great joy in that, but his soul was the thing that set her heart on fire most, being witness to his hidden, ethereal spirit.

  “I'm glad you're as excited about it as I am,” she said.

  “Of course!”

  “Emily and Mr. Johnson got back together as well.”

  “Oh really? And I don't suppose you had anything to do with that, did you?”

  “I may have had a little something...” and she explained the situation to him. “It made me realize that I have friends here and I can be a part of people's lives. I look at it now and I don't want to leave Emily. I don't want to say goodbye to everything I've known.”

  “And you don't have to,” he said, and cupped her heart-shaped face in her hands. He leaned in to kiss her deeply and she started to be taken away by the tremulous rhythms of their bodies. They oozed over the sheets like some great gelatinous mass, their bodies melting and merging into one orgasmic energy. Their stripped each other of their clothes and laughed gently as they took great delight in their bodies, exploring each others' skin as though it was the first time they had seen it. But every time was as exciting as the first time. Riley ran his hands around her shoulders, pushing the straps of her bra down until her ample breasts were almost pouring out of it. She could see them, barely covered, the bra hanging off her erect nipples as they were squashed against Riley's chest. His sweet breath moved around her head and she felt it tease her skin, only briefly, like a secret whisper on the wind. His hands moved around her back, pressing her skin, and he deftly unclasped her bra, letting out a soft grunt as he watched her sensual body become exposed.

  His fingers dug into her skin and he scratched the middle of her back, making her shiver. Then, Riley moved one hand up to play with her hair and the back of her head, while the other sank down and rested against the small of her back, just above where her skin swelled into its round, perfect ass. Both of these places were her sweet spots and she gasped as pleasurable sensations surged through her body, sending her into a hazy delirium. She had no idea why these places were so powerful but Riley had found them and exploited them to their ultimate benefit. As she trembled and shuddered she fell into him and placed her hands around his body. She dragged her long nails down his spine and felt the rippling, hard texture of his muscles. She placed her head in the nape of his neck and breathed in his masculine scent, placing soft kisses over his white skin.

  Her lips were full and sensual, and he leaned down and caught them in his own. They kissed slowly, moving their mouths widely so that their wide tongues could dance and twirl together. The heat rose between them and Jenna felt the burning start down below, a simmer at first, but it quickly kindled thanks to Riley and then swept through her body, crackling and sparking, making her body feel alive and almost overwhelming her senses.

  A low, guttural moan escaped from her lips as sweat began to prickle on her skin. Her body was his, and his was hers. While they kissed her hands ran around his neck and rested against his heart. She felt the deep thrum of its beat, the sturdy, steady rhythm that was growing faster and manic, the way it always did when they were together, the way it was because of her. This mighty soldier, this modern knight, had found his princess and they were stowed away in the heights of a tower, far from the horrors of war. He had found beauty in the world again and she had eased him back into life. She traced a line down the middle of his torso, gazing in awe at his Adonis-like figure, as though he had been sculpted by Michelangelo himself. And then, there was her prize, his thick, burning penis that brought her so much delight. She swayed her hand across the edge of his dark thatch of pubic hair, teasing him with the promise of what was about to come, and then, with a deep breath that swept across his skin, she took it in her hands and felt the hard, wide shaft with all its rippling veins, the blood surging through them like a crashing river through a valley, and then she found the tip. The smooth, sensitive area that made his body convulse and shudder was twitching as she pinched it with her fingers.

  As soon as she found it, Riley's grip grew firmer and his breathing grew more intense. She smiled as she witnessed the pleasure she was giving to him, and she siphoned it off, sharing it with him, feeling her own arousal grow within her as she caused it in her partner. But soon it would be hers too, and they would both be creating a sphere of glowing energy that would envelop them and lift them up, ascending like gods. Riley brought his hand around her body, sliding it across the slender curves of her hips, making her chest heave and her breath catch in her throat. His long fingers found the sticky heat of her inner things and he ran them up slowly. As he did so her own hand tensed, and she gripped his erection tightly.

  With one fluid motion Riley was inside her, where he belonged, his finger twirling and curling, getting soaked in her fiery wetness. With his other hand he stroked and caressed her body, played with her hair, and tugged her head back so that he could nibble and bite her dark skin. All the while the pleasure sang through her and she gasped and she smiled and she dragged her teeth across her lip in sweet surrender. The pleasure was almost too much for her to bear but she didn't want him to stop. The blood boiled through her body as his finger reached deep inside her to the darkest, sweetest depths, through all the mystery, and found the most sensitive part of her soul.

  “You're so amazing, the best I've ever had,” he growled in her ear. She moved her hand up and down, stroking the skin and pulling it back tightly until he winced. She moved his erection around, changing the tempo and the rhythm.

  “We've pleasured each other with our hands enough,” he said, “Let's use our mouths, and then the rest of our bodies...” and she was all too willing to follow his suggestions. Riley leaned down flat on the bed. Jenna stroked his body and moved gracefully, placing his legs apart then swinging her own over her. She moved backwards, sliding her wet pussy up his body so that he could feel her hot juice. Riley's hands came around her waist and pulled her back, breathing in her warm feminine essence. The heat pressed against his face as he buried himself inside her, and her eyes went wide with delight as she leaned down to him. Her hair fell across his thighs. She took his shaft in her hand and began to kiss and lick it, before placing her warm lips around him. All the while she felt him devouring her and the moans made the pleasure all the more intense. Soon his erection was covered in a thick layer of her saliva. Her jaw was aching as she took every inch of him deep inside her warm, wet mouth. Although they couldn't see each others' faces they were connected intimately and the sharp pleasure rocked their bodies. The heat around them was palpable and it wasn't long before the intensity was too much too bear. Both their bodies were hanging off the edge and they needed each other more than ever. They sucked and licked and drowned in each other before Riley slapped her ass and pulled her up. She leaned back all the way so that she was laying flat on him and they kissed, tasting each other on their tongues as they bodies moved to come together.

  Riley pushed her forward again and she lowered herself onto his cock, turned away from him. She put her hands on his legs and pushed her ass out, enjoying the feeling of Riley spanking and squeezing. Then, she began to rock her body, using her curves to grind o
n him, and it sent them both out of this world. Riley's long arms stretched up and grabbed a fistful of her hair as she rode him, and she felt his hips join in the rolling, thunderous rhythm she was creating. The passion and lust bristled on their bodies and their skin sizzled with sweat. Their bodies and souls were entwined so deeply that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. Their bodies jerked violently as the pleasure grew within them and they became closer and closer to sheer ecstatic delight. The hedonistic pleasure coursing through their bodies was almost unimaginable. Harsh grunts and sharp moans escaped their lips as they drove themselves closer and closer to that sweet bliss that they so craved.

  Overwhelmed with desire at watching Jenna writhe on top of him, watching her beautiful black body with all its perfect curves and sensual delight, he was driven insane with the sensations rushing through his body and leaned forward so that he could wrap his arms around her and pull her back. Jenna squealed at the unexpected movement and the breath rushed from her as she was taken back and held close to him. His frantic heart pounded against her back while he thrust hard and deep, taken them both to a new world of delight and pleasure. The orgasm rose inside them and exploded out like a thunderous volcano, moving through their bodies and splitting their minds in two. They felt broken and cracked but whole as well, and like they weren't meant to be anywhere else.

  Jenna slipped across Riley and melted over him like caramel enjoying the feeling of his body close to hers. For so long she had fought to get away from her life in that town, but as it turned out everything she wanted was right there, and there was no way she could leave now. She smiled with satisfaction and sighed contentedly as she closed her eyes and enjoyed simply being with Riley, for this was her life now, and it couldn't have been any better if she had crafted it herself.

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  Seduction of wrath

  By Riley Moreno

  The sun was shining brightly in the sky and it was a perfect summery day. There were no clouds, and the golden rays swept across the earth in a brilliant radiant blaze. Yet for Melissa it was the worst day in her entire life. She was dressed all in black and gathered with others at the funeral of her boyfriend, Captain Steven Hunt. The hat she wore had a small veil designed to hide the tears that streamed out of her, but she shook and trembled with such fierce emotion that everyone could see how devastated she was. The minister spoke his words and read from the bible. Since childhood Melissa didn't think much of religion or god, but hearing the words did provide some comfort, and she at least hoped that Steven was in a better place. She just wished that she could be with him.

  The coffin was a long wooden box, but it seemed shorter than she thought it would. It didn't matter anyway because it was only for show. The accident that had cost Steven his life hadn't left any remains. It completely obliterated the area he was in, so Melissa couldn't even say goodbye properly. For so long she had fought the idea that he was dead but eventually she had to accept it, although it caused great anguish in her soul. Everything seemed so far away, and all she could do was stare at the coffin. Mark, Steven's step-brother, had to nudge Melissa to keep her focused. She walked up to the minister and placed her hand on the coffin as she did so. Her legs were so weak that every step was an effort and she was worried that she was going to stumble to the ground. Leading up to the day, she had practiced the words she wanted to say for a perfect goodbye to Steven, but she was so overwhelmed that when she looked down at her notes they became stained with tears and the ink ran down.

  “T-thank you all for coming,” she stammered out softly, “I know it would have meant a lot to Steven to see you all here, and it means a lot to me. Steven was a wonderful man and he gave his all to his country. I just...I just wish that he could still be here. He did his duty, he saved those people and he paid the ultimate price. I'll never forget him and he'll always...he'll always be in my heart. Oh, Steven, I miss you so much,” she said, and collapsed into tears. The speech she had written fell to the floor and she started to cry loudly. The minister placed a comforting arm around her and drew her into him. An awkward murmur ran through the rest of the crowd as they watched this raw outpouring of emotion, and they shifted in their seats, but that was all they did.

  Eventually Melissa dried her eyes and took her seat.

  “Are you sure you can handle this?” Mark said, leaning in so that he could whisper in her ear. Melissa sniffed and nodded, then placed her hands in her lap. At this point a number of uniformed soldiers stood up and marched to the grave. They faced away from the crowd and raised their rifles while two more soldiers rested an American flag on the coffin. An officer faced the crowd.

  “It is always a sad day to say goodbye to one of our own. Steven was a good soldier, and a great man. He devoted himself to his country and did his duty to the end. We are proud of him, and of the ultimate sacrifice he's made.” He then spun on his heels and barked out orders to the soldiers. They hoisted their rifles against their shoulders, aimed into the air, and fired off some shots. The air cracked with bursts of thunder. Melissa jumped, and found that Mark's arms were around her. Five shots were fired, each one splitting the air, leaving Melissa's ears ringing. A moment of silence descended upon the funeral, then a single bugle player started playing a tune. The sonorous music spread through the air, a mournful dirge that served only to exacerbate the emotional strain. Melissa started to watch as Steven's coffin was lowered into the ground, but it became too difficult. She clamped her eyes shut and buried herself in Mark's shoulder, hoping that it was all just a bad dream and it would be over.

  After the ceremony, Melissa stayed for a little while and welcomed the condolences from the people. Some she recognized; most she did not, but they were all grateful and all spoke well of Steven, although she wondered how well they could really know him. Mark stood by her side all the time, tall and resolute. He wore a bespoke suit and his pale skin prickled with sweat under the heat, but he remained unmoved by irritation. Melissa's dark skin was covered by a conservative black dress, although her curvy figure was such that she looked like she was going to burst out of it at any moment.

  Once everyone had said their goodbyes Melissa wiped her eyes with a tissue once more and walked over to the coffin. She took the photo in her hands and ran her fingers over it. Steven had been so handsome, with chocolate skin and a strong, square jaw. She sighed, and left the picture on the coffin.

  “Don't you want to take that?” Mark asked.

  “I don't need a picture to remember him by. I have my mind, and my heart,” she said, and walked away. Mark furrowed his brow, and before he walked after her he picked up the picture. They walked to Mark's car where his chauffeur was waiting.

  “Do you want to go anywhere else?” Mark asked.

  “I just want to go home,” she said, and opened the door to get in the back seat. Mark nodded to the driver, and soon enough they were underway. While they drove they didn't say a word to each other. Mark undid his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. He pulled a drink out of the minibar and took a shot of whiskey, making a silent toast to his stepbrother.

  2

  It wasn't long until they arrived at Melissa's small apartment. Mark walked her in and looked at the mail that had piled up.

  “You should really answer some of these,” he said.

  “They can wait,” Melissa said, and went into the front room, where she slumped in the sofa. Mark went to the kitchen and got her a glass of water, then handed it to her and took a seat in the armchair. He stared at Melissa, who in turn was staring into space.

  “Talk to me Melissa,” he said. She turned her eyes lazily towards him.

  “I'm worried that those men knew him better than me. They spent so much time with him and I felt like I was intruding at my own boyfriend's funeral.”

  “You know Steve, he was all about the army. It's more like a cult if you ask me.”

  “They act l
ike he was so perfect, and he wasn't. I mean, I loved him, but it doesn't feel like I said goodbye to the Steven I knew, I said goodbye to their Steven. And I hate them for sending him on that mission. I hate him for going over there. He gave everything for his country but what is his country doing for him now? I've just got bills piling up and only one paycheck to pay it. Thank God we put off having a kid because I don't know how I'd cope, I just don't know,” she said, leaning forward and placing her head in her hands.

  “Hey, Melissa, you know that I'll give you whatever you need. I'm not going to forget about you just because Steven's gone. You were never just his girlfriend to me, you're my friend as well, and I take care of my friends.”

  This brought a flicker of a smile to Melissa's face.

  “I remember the time when we first met you. You were in that bar and you came in with your friends, and we both saw you, but Steven called dibs because I had a mouthful of pretzels. I hated him in that moment. And I told him that he'd better make damn sure he got your number otherwise I'd try my luck.”

  “And he came over with that stupid grin of his and that awful pick up line.”

  “It worked though.”

  “Yeah, there was just something about him,” she said, and enjoyed a wistful smile as she thought back to that day. “Back then we were just fooling around. Didn't think it would lead to anything like this. When he told me he was in the army I told myself not to get attached because I always thought I wanted a relationship where they were close by, but I guess life never gives you exactly what you want,” she sobbed for a moment, then added, “Mark, do you think I'm going to be okay?” He looked into her eyes, and could see the rivers of red that surrounded the brown irises. He rose from his seat and sat beside her, taking her hand in his.