Promises Linger (Promise Series)

by Sarah McCarty

She pressed her head against his chest. Her answer was just a breath of sound.

  “Yes.”

  “I came in you twice today. Buried my cock deep in your sweet pussy and pumped you full of my seed.”

  “I could feel it.”

  “When?”

  “All day.”

  “Did you stay wet?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you like it?”

  This time, there was a pause. “Yes and no.”

  He squeezed her nipples, keeping the pressure steady, knowing she liked it, from the way she threw her head back and pumped his cock. “Explain.”

  “I liked the way I felt, knowing what we’d done, but every time it leaked out…”

  He pinched sharply. “It?”

  She squirmed and gasped, “Your seed. Every time your seed leaked out, I would ache.”

  “Where?”

  She hesitated and he pinched again. “My clit. My clit would ache.”

  “You wanted me to fuck you again.”

  “Yes.”

  He began the milking motion she liked, drawing her nipple up and out before sliding back to start anew.

  “You wanted my cock coming hard and high in your pussy, and you couldn’t have what you wanted because we were in public.”

  She ground her forehead against his chest while her hands frantically jacked off his cock. “Yes.”

  He released her nipples, ignoring her moue of protest. “I’ll have to check this out.”

  He gathered her skirt up around her waist. Her pantaloons were in the way, so he simply grabbed and tore. The cotton ripped in two. He angled his hand so his fingers could graze the top of her pussy.

  “No lie, your little clit is all hard and hungry. Wet.”

  He traced the throbbing head with his finger, gathering the moisture there. He brought his hand up in front of her face. “Is this my come that’s got you all excited?”

  She looked at him helplessly. “I don’t know.”

  “Open your mouth.”

  She did, taking his finger inside, licking it clean.

  “Well?”

  “Yes. That’s your come.”

  “Do you want more?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where?”

  “In my pussy. Please.”

  “How much?”

  “Until I can’t take anymore.”

  He smiled. “Good answer.” He moved his hand to the small of her back. “Tilt back and put your legs around my waist.”

  Shock had her gaze flying to his. “On horseback?”

  “Oh, yeah”

  She teetered as she got her legs around his hips. He caught a hand under her left hip and held her steady.

  “You’re going to have to get used to that. “

  “What?”

  “No control.” He sank his fingers into the soft flesh of her buttock.

  “Why?” She didn’t look upset by the possibility. Just curious.

  “Because for the next hour, you’re not going to have any.” He lifted her hips, and aligned his cock with the opening to her pussy. He let her drop, catching her hands in his to prevent her mitigating his possession. Her flesh grabbed and pulled at his cock as he forged a path deep into her hot pussy.

  She groaned and threw her head back. Her torso jerked. Her teeth sank into her lip. Her pussy accepted another inch. He pulled her hands behind her back, anchoring them with one of his as he kneed Shameless into a trot.

  Shameless had a canter as smooth as butter, but his trot could jar the teeth from his rider. A fact Asa intended to take full advantage of.

  The first lurch had Elizabeth landing against his chest. Her eyes flew wide on the second as she bounced on his cock, and he slammed home. Her small scream was a mixture of high pleasure and uncertainty.

  “That’s right,” he groaned as her pussy grabbed at his cock, the muscles clenching and releasing as they struggled to adjust. Another jarring step and she bounced up, the dragging pull of her tissues along his sensitive length as she was wrenched off the thick stalk of his cock had a firestorm of sensation burning through his groin. When she sheathed him again, coming down hard on his thighs, it was only a minor relief. He needed more. On Shamless’ next step, he lifted her with the motion of the horse, and then released her. She came down hard, his cock driving up into her wet flesh in a ruthless pursuit of pleasure. His groan covered her gasp as her pussy slammed against his thighs.

  Her gaze flew to his as he arched his hips up to press higher, deeper. Understanding showed in her eyes as the base of his cock spread her impossibly wide. “You’ll ride my cock as I ride Shameless. We’re not going to stop until I’ve come twice. Maybe more. And you’re going to take every inch I give you, no matter how hard, no matter how deep.”

  “God, yes!” she sighed, tightening her thighs around his hips.

  He tightened his knees on Shameless, picking up his pace. At the same time, he tightened his spine, fighting Shameless’ movement rather than flowing with it. Elizabeth bounced like a rag doll in his lap, her pleasured moans a continuous accompaniment to the wet slap of their bodies slamming together. She was tight, her grip on his cock merciless, the rhythm set by Shameless, erratic and furious, and the resulting friction created a mindless need for completion. He came within minutes, wedged to the hilt in her grasping channel.

  He pulled Shameless to a stop and pumped her full. His fingers clenched on her buttocks, pulling her harder against him, his hips jerking under her as spurt after spurt of his seed boiled out of his balls to fill her hungry cunt. Her head fell against his chest. With each splash of come in her pussy, she moaned, her inner muscles clenched, and she twisted against his restraining grip. Come spilled out from between her thighs, seeping through his denims. Her hips rocked on his. Her pleas for release bled into what had been mindless gasps. She struggled to get her hands free, but he shook his head.

  “Oh no.” He kneed Shameless back into a walk. “You get off like this or you don’t get off at all.”

  “Please Asa. I need…”

  He knew what she needed. She wanted his teeth on her breasts, her clit, because she thought that was the only way she could find pleasure. By the end of this ride, she’d find out differently.

  “All you need is my cock in your pussy.”

  He kicked Shameless. The horse surged forward, throwing Elizabeth forward and back. Caught off guard, she didn’t have time to tighten her thighs. Her pubic bone slammed against his as she took so much of him, he thought she’d swallowed his balls. Her scream was one of relief and then frustration as Shameless set into his bone jarring, erratic trot.

  He didn’t plan to offer her relief. He was still hard, and this was a long time fantasy with him. He stiffened his body again and enjoyed the hot glide of her pussy up and down his cock for the next two miles. Elizabeth’s face was red and sweating. Her eyes wild as she fought his hold. He knew she loved the bite of pain with her pleasure, that it set her off. He knew the pounding her pussy was taking had her on the edge, but she needed something more to get off. He could feel another orgasm building. She held him too tightly for him to last forever. He decided to take pity on her.

  He slid his free hand under her hips. Her juices spilled over his hand, moistening it. As she bounced up, he aligned his thumb with her anus and pressed. Her eyes flew wide as the muscles began to give. If she could, he knew she would have fought the strangeness of the invasion, but he didn’t give her the opportunity. As her body came down, as his cock speared through her hungry pussy, he pushed hard. His thumb popped through the tight ring into the silken depths of her ass.

  “Oh! Oh!” she gasped, her eyes flew wide with distress, shock. Her thighs clenched on his waist. Her hips twisted. He pulled her down, not letting her dislodge him from that sweet, dark channel. He kept his thumb buried as she bounced up again, letting her get used to the feel, for her muscles to adjust to his width.

  He could feel his cock driving into her vagina as she rode Shameless�
� rhythm. He imagined he could see his thumb possessing her ass. He leaned back, silently ordering Shameless to stop. Willoughby pulled up alongside, with a snort and a shake of his head.

  “Okay?” Asa asked as Elizabeth came to a shuddering rest against his chest.

  Her nod was frantic. Her fingers dug so deeply into his side, he could feel her nails bite into his skin through his shirt. She squirmed on his cock and finger. He stroked the smooth length of his cock through the tightly stretched membrane separating her ass from her vagina. Her moan echoed his. God, she was perfect.

  “I’m going to have Shameless trot again, and I want you to keep your ass loose and ready,” he whispered darkly in her ear, his voice reduced to a hoarse growl with the effort it took to speak through the lust tearing at his control, “because every time you come down, I’m going to be stuffing your ass as full as I can.”

  He paused to nibble on the side of her neck. He pulled his thumb almost free, pressing against his shaft through the membrane as he did, pushing it back in, feeling her pussy writhe and his cock throb as his calluses dragged against her tender inner flesh. “Do you understand?” She tilted her head to the side, facilitating his caress. “Yes. Oh yes.”

  “Good.” With a click of his tongue, he urged Shameless forward.

  He came twice more before finally drawing Shameless to a stop. He’d lost count how many times Elizabeth had come. Once she’d started, she hadn’t seemed able to stop. The pulses of her last orgasm were still shuddering through her body, and her anus was clenching on his thumb as he tried to pull free.

  Her protest was immediate. “Not yet. Please. Not yet.”

  “You want a little longer?” he asked against the top of her head.

  “Please.”

  He slid his thumb almost all the way out, and then slowly pushed back. Her pussy clenched around his softening cock, massaging it gently as he fucked her ass with his thumb.

  “Like that?”

  She shuddered and pushed down. “Yes. Perfect.”

  He made a mental note of her enjoyment as he fucked her gently, bringing her down slowly. Her climax, when it came, was easy and sweet. When it was over, he slid his thumb from her ass and eased her off his softening cock.

  She sagged against him breathlessly. Boneless and replete. She didn’t even protest when he unbuttoned his duster to lift and seat her crosswise over his lap. As he buttoned her back in, he felt her hands at his fly, returning the favor. Her task was complicated by material that was damp from their combined releases.

  When she finished his pants, she worked on the front of her shirt, relying on his strength to keep her in the saddle, she asked, “Do you think Cougar will be happy with that Emily Carmichael?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t know either of them, so I couldn’t say.”

  She resettled her cheek in the wake of his movement. “I hope so.”

  “You used to be sweet on this Cougar fella?”

  “He’s a very decent man.”

  When he thought of a decent man, Asa pictured someone harmless enough not to have options. Cougar McKinnely had the look of his namesake. Savage. Unpredictable. Dangerous. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

  “When I was sixteen, I thought he was my hero.”

  “Sixteen, huh? How old was he?”

  “Nineteen.”

  He refused to acknowledge the slight clutch in his stomach as jealousy. “What happened to change your mind?”

  “I grew up and realized life doesn’t allow heroes.”

  “He didn’t live up to your expectations?” Not surprising for a nineteen-year-old faced with the worship of a sixteen-year-old.

  “He almost died for trying.” She seemed willing to let the conversation end there.

  “Whoa, darlin’!” He tipped her chin away from the haven of his chest. Her expression was stubborn. Her lips pursed mutinously. “You can’t just drop things there.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because it sounds like I owe McKinnely.”

  “It happened long before I met you.”

  “You’re still my wife.”

  She sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  He could be as stubborn as she. “I do.”

  She folded her arms across her chest and pressed her lips so tightly together, they all but disappeared.

  Shameless tripped in a hole, jerking them a bit. As rigidly as Elizabeth was sitting, she almost popped off. Lucky for her, he had quick reflexes. “Got ya.”

  “I never had any doubt.” She probably hadn’t as she hadn’t made a move to save herself.

  That bit of trust went a long way to soothing his irritation. “You really going to leave me hanging like that?”

  “There’s no need to go into something that happened long ago.”

  Apparently she thought so, but there was more than one way to skin a cat. “I guess if you’re so set against finishing the story, I’ll be dropping the subject.”

  Her “thank you” was carefully controlled, telling him she had a lot of emotions packed into it. Probably thought her secret was safe. He felt like smiling but didn’t. The woman really had to spend more time studying his nature rather than assuming she knew him, ‘cause sure enough, he wasn’t letting this go. He was just going to change his angle of attack. McKinnely probably wouldn’t be as tightlipped. He’d just ask him.

  They rode in silence for awhile. Though he had his wife in his arms, Asa felt her withdrawal like a windstorm from the north. He’d always dreamed marriage would be an end to being alone, but he was discovering it wasn’t a cure for loneliness. Just the opposite. It could, he decided on a sigh, serve to point out how far a desperate man could grasp.

  Elizabeth broke the silence. “Millicent said Emily wanted no part of Cougar.”

  Apparently, they were back to the original subject. That strange knot took root in his stomach again. “Uh-huh.”

  He felt her cheek working against his chest. He wondered if she were biting her lip. Through the gloom, he could see the ranch house.

  “She said it was obvious because Emily pulled away every time he touched her.”

  “Uh-huh.” He put as much boredom as he could into the phrase. He didn’t want to hear how wonderful McKinnely was.

  “I don’t think that’s true.”

  She didn’t? Despite his urge to avoid talking about good-looking-once-a-hero McKinnely, he had to hear this one. “You don’t?”

  “No.”

  “You don’t think a woman scooting a man’s touch is a sign she’s not too sweet on him?”

  “No.”

  “Why?”

  Her shoulder pushed into his stomach as she took a deep breath. Had she been facing him, she would have blown him over when she let it out. “Because I used to pull away from you.”

  It took him a minute to recover from the shock of dragging this particular subject into the open. He finally found his voice. “Not anymore.”

  “It’s a fact I’m not proud of.”

  “It doesn’t bother me.”

  “Yes. It does.”

  “You ever hear a wife shouldn’t disagree with her husband?”

  “Yes.”

  “So why are you disagreeing with me?”

  “Because I think you like it.”

  “I’d have to be a perverse S.O.B to like arguing.”

  Shameless picked up his pace. Asa guessed he decided they were close enough to home to push the rules. Apparently, Elizabeth did, too, because she said, “But you do.”

  He smiled. She was hanging in there despite the nervousness betrayed by her voice. “Why is that do you think?”

  “I haven’t a clue.”

  “But you’ve decided to humor me?”

  “Not exactly.”

  Her spine was stiffening up. As a result, she wasn’t moving with the horse, but more like bouncing on it. He waited. Three bounces later, he was rewarded.

  “I’ve decided to use it,” she admitted.


  “Anything in that fancy school say that’s a bit underhanded?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you’re not feeling guilty?”

  “No. I’m being honest.” She took a breath, and he could tell she’d been thinking on this for awhile. “If I tell you, then it’s not trickery.”

  “Some might call that hair-splitting,” he pointed out, not really minding.

  “But not you?”

  She sounded so hopeful, he didn’t have the heart to tease her. “No. I guess I can live with fair warning as long as you answer me one question.”

  “What’s the question?”

  “Why?”

  “I’m not happy with our marriage.”

  If Shameless hadn’t pulled up short in front of the hitching post, he probably would have jerked him to a halt. She’d blindsided him. He hadn’t seen it coming anymore than he’d anticipated the hurt. He kept his voice calm. “You’re not happy with our marriage, so you’re going to argue with me to improve it?”

  He must not have been successful in covering his irritation because the hands that had been folded in her lap were stroking his forearm as if to soothe him. “Sort of.”

  He tipped up her chin, but beyond a blush to her cheeks, her expression gave nothing away. He shook his head. “You’re going to have to explain that one, ‘cause, sure enough, you lost me in the twists and turns.”

  Her chin butted his finger, but he didn’t heed the silent demand. Given no other option, she evaded his searching gaze by lowering her lids. “I can’t.”

  He pondered a minute. The whole conversation had started out with the way Emily evaded Cougar’s touch, and how Elizabeth didn’t feel that was a sign that a woman didn’t like the touch of a man. Shameless snorted and stomped his foot. Willoughby echoed the impatient sound. Asa ignored both. “Are you saying you don’t dislike my touch?”

  He might not have been successful in hiding his astonishment. Her whole body winced at his shout. “Lower your voice!”

  “Well,” he asked, keeping his voice down, “are you?”

  “It’s hard to say.”

  “I think we’d better go into the house and discuss this.”

  “No!”

  “You want to sit out here in the cold when there’s a perfectly warm house a few feet away?”