Big Man's Bride (A Small Town Romance)

by Penny Wylder

  “Fuck,” he groans.

  God, I love his cock. I might hate him, but this man is blessed in this department. The feeling of him so solid, sliding against my tongue, is enough to drive me mad. I’m certain it’s going to drive him wild, too.

  I’m not the most experienced woman sexually—I’ve been too busy saving and working to save this house to put time into relationships. But I’m not a virgin either, and I know that I’m good at this. Every ounce of aggression I have, every bit of anxiety and worry, is channeled into sucking his cock. Sucking him down, I flick my tongue along his skin, moving back to the head to find that secret spot just below the head that drives him wild. I reach my hand down and cup his balls, tugging at them as I take him deep. His hand falls on my shoulder, and his breath comes out in pants. That touch on my shoulder sends a shiver through me, and all the anger I’d felt turns into a hot pool of desire.

  Suddenly I’m all too aware of the building pressure between my legs, and the way my limbs feel like they’re buzzing with electricity. My energy shifts, and the furious pace I’d been keeping, the desire to bring him to the brink, falls away. Instead I want to take my time. To savor him. Make it last. If this is the one and only time that I’m going to experience him, I might as well make it count. I can still hate him later.

  I smooth out the movements of my mouth, taking him in and out in a slow rhythm that I know will tease him. He groans, suddenly weaving his fingers into my hair, and the transfer of control is nearly seamless. The part of me that wanted to dominate him, to bring him to his knees, happily concedes to him, giving up entirely any semblance of being in control.

  Caleb tips my head back by my hair, and I love the feeling of him pulling at my roots. He angles my mouth so he can thrust his hips up into my mouth as he holds my head still. I shouldn’t like this. I should shove his hands away and show him exactly what I’m made of. He needs to know I’m not a pushover. I can be in in control. But I don’t. I let him take over. Brutal heat and lust sink through me, so visceral that I can barely hold still. I want to stretch and purr and accept that feeling down in my bones.

  There’s a rawness to the way he fucks my mouth. The way he just takes what he wants. I imagine him brining that same feral attitude to other situations. Like when he tastes me for the first time, or when he fucks me. And I know he will. Even though I know this is a reckless decision, and I’ll probably regret it, there’s no doubt that Caleb with take me with his mouth and cock. Right now I don’t care about the repercussions. I’ll figure that out later. I just want more of him.

  He fucks me deep between my lips. His hips moving faster and his ass raising off the couch. His thigh muscles are taut, and I graze my fingernails up and down his smooth skin, causing his rhythm to falter and eliciting several grunts. I pull away from his cock and lick down to his balls, circling each with. my tongue before taking one in my mouth and sucking. His fingers tighten in my hair and I know that he likes it. “It’s good to know your mouth is just as dirty when you’re not yelling at me.”

  If my mouth weren’t stuffed full of him, I would laugh. Instead, I switch balls, popping the other in my mouth, and thoroughly bathing it with my tongue. I look up at him and raise an eyebrow in reply.

  I lick up his cock to the crown and back down again, over and over. Each time I get to the head, I swirl my tongue around it, and I enjoy the hiss he makes through his clenched teeth. After a few passes like this, he tries to nudge his cock back inside my mouth, but I don’t let him. Not yet. I love the feeling of the tension building in him, and I want to see how long I can keep him here, right on the edge. The strained look on his face is turning me on, and my panties are wet. I sit back on my heel, grinding my pussy on it, hoping to relieve a little bit of the pressure building there.

  Suddenly, Caleb rises, his hands slipping under my arms and flipping me over, so my back is against the couch and he is kneeling over me. He props his injured leg on the couch and plants the other leg to the side of me. His cock hovers just over my lips, and he places a hand on top of my head, easing himself inside my mouth. He starts pumping into my mouth, setting a fast pace, not relenting.

  I relax my jaw completely, taking him deeper and surprising him.

  “Fuck yes,” he grunts, gliding in and out of my mouth, taking what he wants. “Take it all.”

  In just a minute my mouth is flooded with his hot cum, salty and metallic spilling over my tongue. Exactly how I imagined and so much better at the same time. He holds my head still and stays inside my mouth as jet after jet shoots down my throat. I swallow with him still inside my mouth and I feel him shudder. When he pulls out, his cum drips down my face. It’s messy, but I don’t care. I wanted every single drop. He throws his leg over me and then slumps down on the couch, catching his breath. The look on his face is fire. His eyes so dark that they seem like coals that are stoked. That gaze could consume me. And that slow, sensual smile appears on his face. It looks like victory.

  I want to slap that smile off his face. Or kiss it off. I’m not sure wish I would prefer. “You got what you wanted,” I say, somehow a little breathless.

  Those eyes spark. “If you think we’re done, you’re very, very, mistaken.”

  Then he pulls me off the floor and next to him.

  4

  Caleb

  I’m done for. I already know that. And it’s clear that I’ve gone way too fucking long without sex because the minute Ally put her mouth on my cock, it was all I could do not to burst right then like a fucking teenager.

  Frankly I’m amazed that I lasted as long as I did. But I want more of her. Coming down her throat didn’t even put a dent in my arousal. I seriously miscalculated my injury when I launched off the couch to fuck her face, and my leg is throbbing now. Fuck, the things I’d do to her if I could actually stand to move, but I’m afraid if I move from this position, the pain will knock me out. And I can’t make her scream if I’m the one writhing in pain, so I settle for hauling her on top of me.

  I pull her up off the floor and sit her in my lap so she’s straddling me. I push my hands under the skirt of her sundress. It’s light and feminine and I want to tear it off her. I slide my fingers over the thin barely-there fabric of her underwear. She feels hot and wet even through her panties. I feel her shifting against my fingers, begging me with her body to touch her more and harder. I don’t hesitate to tear the panties. One hard jerk and they’re in my hand, ripped off her body. Ally gasps. I toss them on the floor. I drag my finger through her folds, gathering the moisture that’s there. When I circle her clit with my finger, she rocks into me. Fuck, I can’t wait.

  I plant one hand on her hip and raise her up. I take my cock in my other hand and hold it straight, positioned right at her entrance. I look her in the eye to see what she’s thinking, and the look on her face is everything I need to know. This girl wants my cock inside her. Now.

  I press down on her hip and watch my cock disappear inside her. She adjusts her position in my lap as if she’s settling into a saddle.

  Her eyes flutter closed, and her head drops back, stretching her beautiful neck. “Oh, fuck,” she moans.

  “That’s right,” I say, feeling how wet and hot she already is. “You want this.”

  “Doesn’t mean … I hate you any less,” she says through pants, her eyes pinning me to the couch. But they’re liquid with lust and arousal.

  “I hate you too, princess,” I say, yanking the top of her dress down over her tits. She’s not wearing a bra under this dress and her breasts spill out, round and perfect, pink nipples hard points. Yes.

  I pull one nipple into my mouth, savoring the feeling as I swirl my tongue around it. I feel her nipple pebble, getting harder. I can’t ignore her rocking in my lap a second more, so start to fuck her and … oh my God. She feels so fucking good that I think it might be worth it to give her the house if she’ll stay a few nights. Every thrust brings a new and dirty image to my mind of exactly what I want to do to this woman.

/>   Every position imaginable. I’d pin her down and devour her pussy. I’d make her scream so loud that all of Nashville would hear her.

  Ally rolls her head from side to side, hands gripping my shirt as I feast on her skin. One nipple and then the other before I push them together and suck them both at once. Delicious.

  I’ve never had this kind of connection with anyone. This need to possess and take and fuck. It goes so deep that it feels depraved in the best sort of way. Beyond logic or simple desire. If we hadn’t fucked each other, I don’t think either would have been able to think about anything else until we did.

  I’ll carry the sight of her on her knees, lips wrapped around my shaft to my grave. And probably to many nights in the future when I relive these too-short minutes and remember what it was like.

  I slow our rhythm down, hands on her hips, controlling her speed and the way she rocks down onto me. “You like being filled up with my cock?” I ask her softly. “You like getting fucked by a total stranger?”

  Anger fills Ally’s eyes and I like that spark. I slow down until only she’s moving, rocking harder and harder into me. I want to get under her skin. I want her to remember this the way that I’m going to: forever. I want to see her relent and let go and show that she wants this just as much as I do.

  I can see the way she’s gritting her jaw. She tilts herself forward even more, raising her ass higher and higher, fucking me. She’s getting frustrated that I’m not fucking her like I did before. She hates me, I see it all over her face, and there’s a part of me that loves that. Hate has fire and passion and is ten times more interesting than bland ambivalence. I can make her hate me more. I know that if I do, the fire will be so bright, we might not survive it.

  But I’m willing to risk the burn.

  “Beg me,” I say.

  “What?” Her voice is nothing more than breath.

  “Beg me to make you come.”

  There’s that anger again, but her pussy squeezes down on me like on instinct. She likes the idea, even if she desperately doesn’t want to admit it. “I will not.”

  I grab the back of her neck and pull her close. “Then why did your body react? You think I can’t feel that when I’m inside you?” I roll my hips again. “Beg me.”

  “You’re a bastard.”

  “Yes, I am. But you’re still going to do it.”

  She shakes her head, but her pussy clenches again, and I know she won’t be able to resist much longer. Especially when I slip my free hand under her skirt and brush my thumb over her clit in soft circles. It’s swollen with desire, and even the light touch makes her jump.

  I draw her even closer and press my lips to her ear, thrusting once, hard, making her moan. “Beg me, Ally. Beg a complete stranger to make you come.”

  Moving faster again, her grip tightens on my shirt and she presses her lips together to keep from saying anything. “Beg me.”

  Her lips open with a groan, and I think that she’s going to say no again, but she doesn’t. One breathy word. “Please.”

  It’s not enough. “More.”

  “Please make me come.”

  The small tremor in her voice unlocks the possessive beast I’ve been caging in. I can’t just sit here anymore. Bracing myself for the pain, I dig my fingers into her ass and lift both of us from the couch. I lower her to the floor, never letting us separate, and spread her out underneath me. Careful of my leg, I start to fuck Ally the way I truly want to. Hard and without reservation.

  “Again,” I say, working her with hard, frenzied strokes as I grind against her clit. Her eyes are open but they’re not seeing anything. She’s just clinging to my shoulders, dark hair spread over the floor, tits bouncing with every stroke.

  She’s so fucking gorgeous, I don’t want to stop fucking her, but she feels too good, and I won’t last.

  “Please,” she says again. This time, it’s a desperate whine. “Please make me come.”

  That urge rises again to get under her skin and make her remember. “I think you like being fucked on the floor, Ally,” I say, voice nearly a growl as I graze my teeth against her neck. “I think you like the fact that you’re going to come all over a stranger’s cock while his cum is still coating your tongue.”

  She makes a desperate sound, fucking me back, rocking her hips and reaching. She’s begging now, a chorus of yes, and please, and more.

  I grind down, pushing her hips into the floor as I drag myself across her clit over and over. Ally goes rigid, cries echoing off the walls as she arches off the floor, shattering. A rush of heat and wetness surrounds my cock, and her pussy feels that much better.

  “Look at me,” I tell her, unleashing myself. I’ve never fucked anyone this hard, and it feels good. We’re colliding, and she’s still shuddering in the aftermath of her own pleasure. But even in that haze, she obeys. She opens her eyes, completely glazed over with her orgasm.

  I keep my gaze locked on hers as I let go, the pleasure driving me to the inevitable end. Lighting races down my spine, and I don’t think I can stop. It feels too good. Too real. Too much everything.

  At the last second I groan and pull out, stroking myself through my orgasm until I’m coming, and my cum lands in spurts on her stomach and to her side on the hardwood floor. That’s easily the best orgasm that I’ve ever had. My whole body is hot and cold and numb and on fire, the peak so sharp that it slices me open.

  I’m holding myself above her on one arm, trying to keep any weight off of my bad leg, but I can’t hold the position long and fall onto her stomach. I lay there, feeling my cum on her skin, catching my breath. I’m such an idiot. I nearly lost control and finished inside her. I’d never been with anyone that made me even come close to losing that control. But she felt so fucking good I had to fight every instinct to stay buried inside her. And deep in my gut, I want to do it again. That animal impulse is screaming to carry her upstairs and fuck her again, and this time, not to hold back.

  I nearly laugh, but I push aside the urge. It takes far more effort than I’ll ever admit. That would be rich, getting the woman who wants to steal my house from me pregnant. Though to be honest, it wouldn’t matter who I got pregnant, my mother would be over the fucking moon that she finally had a grandchild.

  The thought freezes me in my tracks, an idea blooming in my head. Aside from the obvious, that I’m glad Ally showed up here because of the mind-blowing sex, it’s possible that there’s an opportunity here that will benefit both of us.

  If Ally agrees, I might be able to get the hulking shadow of my family off my back and get my inheritance back all in one go. All I have to do is make it worthwhile to her.

  “I still hate you,” she mutters, still sprawled underneath me on the floor.

  I grin into the bunched fabric of her dress. “Hate me all you want, Ally. You can’t fight this chemistry. Don’t worry, I won’t make you beg every time.”

  “Every time? Who the fuck do you think you are?” She props herself up on her elbows. “And why do you think that we’re doing that again? We’re not. It was a one-time thing. Yes, it was amazing. But you’re right. We’re strangers. Now that we have … whatever that was out of the way we have a business deal to discuss. Nothing more. No more fucking.”

  I grin up at her, very aware that I’m still incredibly close to her wet pussy. “I like that dirty mouth,” I say. “Though I think the other way you used it is better.”

  She smirks in spite of herself, nose wrinkling up like she’s desperately trying to stop herself from grinning. Then she looks at me, eyes curious. “Why did you make me beg?” The question is soft and oddly vulnerable.

  I don’t know that she’ll like the answer. “Because I knew that you would hate it, and that was what was driving both of us.”

  “You are such an asshole,” she says, rolling her eyes.

  I bring myself up and tuck my cock back into my boxer briefs, carefully standing up. I smirk down at her. “Maybe I am. But that doesn’t mean that it didn’t
work. And that’s something that you can’t deny.”

  She groans, but she can’t say anything because she knows I’m right. I limp into the kitchen and grab a towel to clean up my mess. And while I’m at it, I pick up the melting ice off the floor. As good as that was, I don’t think either of us wants our spontaneous sex to fuck up the hardwood.

  Dumping the ice in the sink, I watch as Ally stands and finds the scraps of her panties on the couch. She blushes, and I like the way it looks on her. I could stand to see it more. Preferably while she’s moaning underneath me. Which is the current plan.

  Ally walks into the kitchen and throws the ruined underwear into the trash, and straightens herself before looking at me. “Okay, we need to talk. Hopefully without yelling at each other.”

  “You’re right,” I say, walking over to her and grabbing her arm. Pulling her over to one of the barstools, I force her to sit. She opens her mouth but I hold a finger to her lips. “Shhhh. We do have to talk, but I’m going to be the one talking, and you’re going to listen.”

  Her angry glare is well worth it, and I can’t keep the smile off my face. This is going to be fun.

  “You just sit here quietly because first I need some Tylenol.”

  5

  Ally

  My mind goes blank from shock. The balls on this man! I’m a second too late to slap his hand away from my face. “Did you just shush me like a three year old?” I call after him as he hobbles over to a bathroom to find some painkillers. I’m beginning to think he’s laying it on kind of thick with all the limping around. Did I really hurt him that much?