Phoenyx Rising: A Possessive Cowboy Romance

by Joanna Blake

  I realized I was going to come again. Harder than before.

  And so was he.

  He shouted as his back arched, his hips pinning me to the ground. I felt him pulsing inside me and something primal rose up in me to answer. I felt my body clench down on him, hard, pulling him deeper inside me.

  "Phoenyx!"

  He thrust into me a few more times, grunting like an animal. He slowed down then, but didn't stop completely until I was done shaking. I was quivering the tiniest bit when he finally went still, softly kissing my lips.

  It was a while before he pulled himself free, gripping the base of the condom and rolling away from me. He didn't leave me alone though. He slid an arm around me while we caught our breath. We lay on the ground, staring up at the ceiling.

  "Clint?"

  He pulled me closer, planting a kiss on the top of my head. I snuggled against his chest, letting my finger trace the long line of hair that disappeared into the top of his unbuttoned jeans.

  "Yes, honey?"

  "I didn't realize you were so religious."

  "What do you mean?"

  "You kept saying 'sweet Jesus'."

  He let out a sharp bark of laughter.

  "Only around you, darlin'. You made me see the light."

  Chapter Seventeen

  Clint

  "I can do that!"

  I shook my head sternly. I was back in teacher mode. I didn't mind admitting she'd shown me things I'd never experienced, either, once In finally gave in. Once we started rolling around together. But I was still the one who needed to look after her.

  Phee might be tough in the ring, but right now I was treating her like a delicate rose. A delicate, recently de-flowered rose, so to speak.

  "Let me tend to you, darlin'."

  I pressed a washcloth to her sweet little pussy, watching her face. She didn't flinch, which was a good sign. I wanted to have her again, and soon.

  But I was afraid to hurt her.

  Speaking of which…

  "Roll over for me, honey."

  She smiled sleepily and did as I said. Damn if that didn't warm my heart. She was being such a good girl.

  I whistled when I saw her pert little tush. She was so gorgeous from top to bottom. I knew, because I'd already spent ten minutes tickling her toes.

  I gave her red little cheeks a kiss. They were still marked from my spanking earlier in the day. Then I pulled her naked body against me. I was still in my jeans. Although we had finally made it to the bed. I would take them off soon, but I had a half a package of rubbers in there, and I wanted them close at hand.

  Besides, there hadn't been time to take them the whole way off before.

  "Are you sore, sweetheart?"

  She glared at me, her hair tousled in long waves over her shoulders. She looked like a fallen angel.

  My fallen angel.

  "You didn't spank me that hard!" she insisted, rolling over to give me a hoity toity look.

  "No, I meant this…"

  I slid my fingers through her fiery red curls. She made a soft little sound of pleasure as I teased her a bit, dragging my finger up and down the outer edge of her lips.

  "Ohh…. hmmm…"

  I chuckled, deciding to drive her crazy with lust before I had her again. And she had said something about tasting me… it was hard to forget that.

  'Course, if she tried that it would be over before it even started.

  "Just lie back and relax, baby. I want to take my time with you this time.”

  Her eyes got wide.

  "This time?"

  I smiled and nodded.

  "Oh yes, honey. We are just getting started on your lessons. Spread your legs for me."

  She blushed prettily as she parted her thighs. I turned on my side and arranged her body to my liking. Arms at her sides so her breasts were on display. Thighs open. Hair tucked over one shoulder.

  All her sensitive bits were exposed to me. Phoenyx’s body was my very own amusement park. She was the best damned playground in the world.

  And I was going to play.

  I leaned down, fanning my breath over her nipple. I licked around one slowly, then flicked my tongue against it. Just once.

  Then I blew on it.

  She whimpered as I stroked her inner thighs, coming close without even touching her sweet little pussy. Not yet. Oh no, my little wildcat was going to have to beg me this time. I wanted her panting and desperate and spelling it out for me, word for word.

  Well, if I could hold out that long, which I seriously doubted. But it was good to have goals. And a plan. Oh yes, I had lots of very specific plans where little miss Phoenyx was concerned.

  I licked my lips and leaned down to tongue her nipples for a good long while. I didn’t stop until she started rocking her hips. Still, I kept my fingers busy, but just out of reach, touching her everywhere except where she wanted me to.

  "Clint!"

  "What is it, Phee?"

  I blew on her nipple again and switched sides.

  "Oh! Can you– oh… please Clint…"

  "Please what, darlin'?"

  "Please can you– do what you did before?"

  "You want my fingers inside you?"

  "Yes…"

  "My tongue?"

  "Uh huh… yes, please."

  I chuckled. She was so polite when I had her on edge. I had to keep this in mind down the road.

  "Anything else?"

  "Yes Clint. I want to taste you– and–"

  Oh lord. My cock jumped in my jeans again. I was ready to fuck her to Kingdom come and back again.

  My voice was husky as I continued my slow exploration of her thighs with my fingertips.

  "What else?"

  "I want you to… oh God, please fuck me!"

  I groaned, loving hearing her talk dirty. I wasn't going to be able to keep this up much longer.

  "In that order?"

  "Any order!"

  I smiled and reached for my jeans. I wasn't going to last long either way. But maybe I could stretch things out a bit…

  She watched hungrily as I kicked my jeans off, licking her lips.

  "Let me taste."

  I pushed her hands away.

  “Hush, darlin’. Let me take care of you first.”

  “But–"

  “No buts. Later, sweetheart. After we take a long, hot shower. You don't want to get spermicide in your pretty mouth."

  She blinked.

  "Oh."

  I rolled a condom over my cock, pinching the tip. I knew I was going to fill it up again. My balls felt hot and heavy as lead.

  I pulled her towards me. She curled into my side but I shook my head, patting my lap.

  "Climb on, sweet thing."

  She looked shocked in the special way only a Southern woman could. I laughed, but not for too long. My cock was way too eager to get on with it.

  "You want me to get on top of you?"

  "Oh yes honey, I most certainly do."

  She chewed her lip nervously but did as I asked. She looked so sweet and shy as she straddled me. And naked. Gloriously and completely naked, even more magnificent than all the times I had imagined seeing her bare as the day she was born.

  I stared hungrily at her perfect tatas, finally getting an extended look. Her hair was wild and free, her eyes sparkling, her lips bruised from kissing. Her long, creamy legs were bent, hovering just above me.

  It was the best damn view on God's green Earth.

  That's when I realized it.

  Phoenyx Delancey was the eighth wonder of the world.

  And she was mine.

  I gripped her tiny waist and guided her down, holding my cock so that it caught between her lips. I pressed her down a bit, moaning at the feel of her.

  "That's it. Hmmm… yes… Lord have mercy, you are tight!"

  I groaned as the tip of my cock sunk into her buttery lips. She gasped, looking as surprised as she had the first time. Then she closed her eyes and made a sexy sound that
drove me over the edge.

  My cock lurched upwards, like a dog straining to get off its leash. I held as still as I could. I wanted her to do this.

  And I wanted to make sure I didn't hurt her the second time. I needed to protect her from myself and my all encompassing lust for her. Twice in a row was a lot for a tiny thing like her. And I'd done a fair bit of pounding out there on the hallway floor.

  So she had to control the pace this time. At first, anyway. For as long as I could hold out.

  "That's it baby girl. You can do it."

  I rocked my hips gently, thrusting up the tiniest bit. I laid my hands over her breasts and exhaled in pleasure. She felt too good to be real.

  This girl was my own personal paradise.

  She started moving then, making tiny little bouncing movements that were adorable, frustrating and felt better than they should. My hands fell away to her thighs so I could watch her body move. Her chest jiggled in the most delicious way each time she went up and down.

  I may have been drooling as she sunk down a little further, making both of us moan. I still wasn't the whole way in, but I didn't want to force it. We'd get there, and I was certainly enjoying the journey. I knew I could help things along by using my strength. Instead, I had a better idea.

  "Lean forward darlin'."

  She did as I asked, resting her hands on my shoulders.

  "Like this?"

  "That's it. Bend your arms for me."

  "But my- oh!"

  I lifted my head and caught her nipple in my mouth, sucking hard. I felt her pussy clench down on me in response. My girl was beyond responsive to me. I grunted as my cock got squeezed so hard I almost came right then and there.

  I worked my tongue over her nipples, going back and forth. She was rocking back and forth on my cock more frantically now. I grunted in encouragement, too busy to talk.

  Then my fingers snuck down between her thighs and found her button. She started making those sweet sounds she made right before she came. This time she orgasmed almost immediately.

  "Clint! Oh, Clint!"

  The sound of my name on her lips was more than I could take. She was starting to come as I flipped her over, driving into her until I was fully embedded.

  "Phoenyx! Sweet lord in Heaven!”

  Her walls undulated against me as she started to come again. I wrapped her thighs around me and went to town. I lost all control, not going slow and soft like I'd planned.

  Hell no. I was riding hell for leather.

  Phoenyx was saying my name over and over again, heavily interspersed with the words 'yes’, 'oh yes’, and 'oh my God, yes.’ I almost lost my mind when I heard her say ‘harder, please.'

  She and I were of a like mind in that regard. I pounded into her the last few strokes, unable to help myself. She screamed like a wild thing as she came, her body trapping me in a tight grip. I shook like a hurricane as my balls pumped load after load into the condom.

  I hated that condom in that moment. Every cell in my body wanted to be inside her, skin to skin. Every instinct I had told me to make a baby with this beautiful woman.

  To tie her down.

  To keep her.

  For life.

  And longer if that option was available. I wanted her forever.

  Phoenyx Delancey had made me a believer in the afterlife. I had to believe in it. Because I could not imagine a world, or the hereafter, without her in it.

  "Christ woman! Ahhhhh!"

  I spent myself and bent forward, curving my back over her quivering flesh. She was still coming so I stayed put, still hard, not letting her finish. I nipped her neck and used my finger to strum her clit for a few minutes, prolonging her pleasure and the torturous feeling of her bearing down on my cock. She screamed again, thrashing beneath me.

  I groaned as she milked my cock for everything I had. I felt like I could come again. Just like that.

  Phoenyx Delancey had made me hard again.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Phoenyx

  "Come on babygirl, let's hose you down."

  I giggled as Clint carried me into the bathroom. I'd had it done up all girly before I even moved in. A girl needed her glamour space after all.

  Now, I was even happier that I'd done it.

  The huge walk-in shower had room for two. It even had a bench. I wondered what kind of trouble we could get up to in there…

  Then there was the tub. The huge soaking tub might be tight for the two of us, but I was sure we could make do.

  Clint lowered me gently to the ground. He turned on the shower with one hand, using the other to hold me against him. He checked the temperature and grinned at me, guiding me under the warm water.

  I stood in his arms as the warm water washed over us. He murmured to me, asking if I wanted it hotter or cooler, adjusting the temp, kissing me.

  All I wanted to do was touch him. The hard planes of his stomach, his muscular arms, his chest. I kissed the skin there shyly and he chuckled. He was pleased with me, I could tell.

  I loved pleasing him, I realized. I loved it in the ring and I loved in even more in the bed. Well, the floor. And the shower too, it turned out.

  I practically shined like a lamp when he told me ‘good job’.

  That had never mattered to me before, with anyone. I'd grown up doing whatever struck my fancy, whenever the urge struck. I'd never thought of myself as spoiled, but maybe I had been a little bit coddled.

  More than a little bit.

  After my daddy died, it seemed like everyone wanted to bend over backwards to help me. My Delancey cousins were there to take me riding and on wild adventures. My mama prided herself on always having fresh baked goodies and homemade lemonade at the ready. I'd never so much as warmed up a bowl of soup until I moved out on my own.

  Pleasing someone else had never been a top priority.

  But I wanted to please Clint.

  I sighed as he lathered up his hands and ran them over my body. I leaned against him as he washed my breasts, stopping to play with the nipples. I felt his hardness against me as he washed my back and sides. Then he slid his hands over my ass.

  I giggled as he knelt and sat me down on the bench, washing each leg, all the way down to my toes. He kissed my foot and worked his way back up my leg, biting my inner thigh.

  "Clint… come closer…"

  He stepped back, wagging his finger at me.

  "Uh uh, honey. You are going to be sore enough."

  "Let me kiss you then."

  He stared at me, his breath suddenly uneven.

  "I think that's advanced level stuff, Phee."

  "You don't think I can do it?"

  "No, darlin'. I didn’t say that.”

  “What’s wrong then?”

  “I think it's going to make me lose control. I told you, I don't want to hurt you. You have to ride tomorrow, remember? If “we go for round three, you are going to feel every damn bit of it in the saddle.”

  I chewed my lip and ran my fingers up his thighs.

  "Come here. Let me try. We don't have to do anything else."

  He hissed as I pulled his hips towards me. He stood there while I sat on the bench, staring up into his eyes. I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and squeezed gently.

  "What do I do?"

  "You can– Christ, woman! You can lick it."

  He grunted as I swirled my tongue over his tip. He tasted clean and salty. I felt him pulse in my hands.

  "Like that?"

  "Uh huh… that’s real good, darlin’.”

  He sounded out of breath as I worked my tongue over his shaft for a while, tasting every inch of him. I leaned down and licked his sack too. The skin was soft but not as smooth. I worked my way back up to the tip of him.

  "Unnfff…"

  He made a sexy sound and tried to push me away.

  "Alright honey, that's enough. You already gave me blue balls. I don't think you're ready to finish the job."

  I held him in place, not
letting go of his shaft.

  "So you like this?"

  I licked his sack again and he shuddered. The big man in front of me actually shuddered. He was struggling to control himself, I realized.

  Because he didn't want to hurt me.

  A warm feeling washed over me. I wanted him to feel good too. I looked him straight in the eye.

  "What do I do next?"

  "Oh lord, I am going to regret this." He exhaled shakily. "You can suck on it, and pull it into your mouth. Just, Phee?"

  My lips were already on his tip, eager to get started.

  “Yes?”

  "Mind your teeth."

  I hummed 'yes' against him and he moaned. I could see he liked it so I did it again. And again. His head was bowed, his eyes glued to my lips. He watched helplessly as I pulled him into my mouth.

  Then I understood.

  It was like what he'd done to me. He'd simulated sex, though it had felt different. Hotter and wetter. Not better, but equally amazing. I smiled around his cock and started to move my head up and down, pressing up against the underside of his cock with my tongue.

  "Sweet Jesus!"

  It wasn't long before his hands were in my hair, guiding me as he rocked his hips forward. I let my jaw relax and took him in as far as I could, making love to him with my mouth. I used all the passion he'd shown me.

  His voice was raw when he spoke a few minutes later.

  "Phe– I'm going to– Christ! I'm going to come."

  He moaned, losing his tempo. I tasted salt in my mouth and knew he was close. Very, very close.

  "I can pull out or you can–"

  "Hmmmfff!" I protested. I did not want to stop. I was loving every second of having him in my mouth.

  "Or you can take it– oh lord– you can take it in your mouth."

  "Hmmmmfff…"

  I made an agreeable sound, letting him know I wanted him to come in my mouth.

  "Okay, Phee. You don't have to swallow it. You can– hmmfff oh Christ I'm coming–"

  He froze, his hands gripping my head. Then he jerked and hot jets of salty fluid filled my mouth. I kept sucking, swallowing his seed eagerly down as quickly as he came. I pressed my tongue against his tip, swirling it as the last drops shot free and he groaned, mumbling incoherently.