by Jenny Penn
Open-mouthed with tongue and teeth, he tormented her captive nipple, making her do more than moan and wiggle. The woman actually lifted one leg up and straddled him with it. If that hadn’t been enough to make his dick threaten a premature explosion, her hand guiding his free one right up her leg and to the honey pot of her desire certainly had him getting a little sticky under the sheets.
Malcolm forgave himself the little slip. No woman ever tested him like this, and he didn’t fight for control, eager to see just how far she intended to go on her own.
* * * *
Mary Anne took him all the way, using his fingers as her personal toy. Pressing his thumb right down on her clit, she used her palm to hold him there while she corralled and directed his other fingers toward the entrance of her sheath.
As the thick digits sank deep into her, Mary Anne sighed and rolled her hips. That felt beyond wonderful. It felt too good to be wrong, and she didn’t care about being right anymore.
The moment of worry she had when she saw him staring at her all sweaty with glazed eyes passed. He hadn’t been too ill last night to take from her, and he certainly seemed well enough this morning for her to take from him. That was just what she’d do with no regret, shame, or mercy because this was the West and that was how things were done.
The man certainly didn’t fight her. Just the opposite. He pumped those wicked fingers right into her as hard and fast as she needed. Panting out over the bubbles of rapture starting to boil out of her womb, Mary Anne arched on a scream as his thumb bore down and began ravaging her clit.
Malcolm heeded the distressed plea. Switching breasts, he captured her other nipple. Trapped between the hard edge of his teeth, his velvety tongue came to roll her tender tip in soul-searing rhythm with his wicked fingers tormenting her below.
Faster and faster, he swirled her into a panting, begging slave as he began to drum his fingertips in beat as he drove them deeper and deeper into her. Then, like magic, he hit a special spot that made her whole world pop.
Like nothing she ever experienced before, pure liquid ecstasy blew her right off him. Coping with the massive tremors that left her weak-kneed and panting, Mary Anne whimpered through the explosive sensation.
It boiled back down into a simmer that tightened the tension through her whole body. The aching pain she suffered through the night returned with sharpened claws.
Holding a hand to her breast to keep her heart from beating through, Mary Anne raised her lust cloudy gaze back to the man on the bed. Stretched out like a golden banquet of tanned skin pulled taught over strong muscles, he waited for her.
Licking her lips, her gaze locked on the cock rising tall and proud as it glared through its one eye at her. Deep inside her womb pulsed in answering need, weeping its response right down her leg.
She shouldn’t be doing this. He was sick. Mike could come back at any moment. If she had half the sense she’d been born with, she’d put her clothes back on and run from this room. That’s just what she should do, but it wouldn’t be right at all to leave him like this.
That wouldn’t be right at all. She put the stiffness in his dick and that made it her duty to take it back out.
* * * *
Before Malcolm could comprehend what thoughts went on behind his angel’s violet gaze, she caught him totally off guard. Curling her hand around his erection, Malcolm could help but groan and arch as she pumped his cock hard and fast.
The little angel knew how to make him sing because he honestly couldn’t stop the moans as she took him ever closer to release. She stroked him right into disgracing himself all over the sheets, but Malcolm’s pride held him back.
That load would be going in his angel and nowhere else. Growling over the strength it took to make that vow come true, Malcolm knocked her hand away before she could make a liar out of him.
There was only one way to finish this ride, and it started with dragging that sweet little pussy to his lips. Malcolm planned to return quite a bit of what she’d been giving him, but he hadn’t expected her to shift away from his reach.
He didn’t have a clue what went through her mind as she stood there worrying her lip and staring at him. The fear she might leave set in when she looked back toward the door. She couldn’t possibly think of walking out now.
Malcolm wouldn’t let her. With the pleasure literally dripping out of her body, he didn’t think he’d have to force this issue. He could see her need glistening on her inner thighs. Her pink little pussy lips had swollen and parted to reveal the creamy entrance to heaven still waiting to be filled.
Tired of waiting, he reached for her, involuntarily seeking the warm pussy he knew he could ride to a much better release. She responded instantly, smacking his hands.
“No!”
“No? Angel, you don’t get to say that now.” Malcolm growled, having just about enough of her teasing.
She squealed at his comment, making to dive for her clothes. He’d tear them right off her damn body if she got to them. His little angel didn’t even make it around the curve of the bed before he snatched her off her dainty feet.
Going right to his knees, he caught her right around the waist. With a tug, she fell back across him and the bed in a shrieking fit. Squirming like all hell, he had to pin her down to his lap with an arm over her back and that still didn’t keep her legs from flailing.
Not even bothering to respond to her babbling litany as she tried to drag herself clear of his lap, Malcolm went back to what he’d been doing before she tried to stop him.
His hand rode the curve of her ass down into the molten heat of her desire. His finger caught on her entrance, and her greedy little sheath sucked him right in. Malcolm accepted the invitation and fucked three fingers deep into her.
His angel shrieked, her legs kicking out on a hard jerk that split them wide. The gift of full access to her intimate flesh had him feeling charitable. Rewarding her with quick, hard thrusts, he rotated his wrist so he could reach her sensitive little clit with his thumb.
Like a wild thing, she writhed, clawing and scratching at the bed in a desperate attempt to escape over the other edge. No way in hell would he let her get away a second time. Wrenching his hand out from between her thighs, he caught her by the waist before she could react. She was such a little thing, so light it was easy enough for him to wrench her around, forcing her to her knees with her ass high up on his chest and that beautiful little cunt wide open on his lips.
Malcolm devoured her sweet flesh, licking right up her slit to the swollen little bud awaiting his revenge. Catching it between his teeth, he tormented her little clit with teasing licks, quick nibbles and the one that really made her scream, suckling kisses.
He’d have forced her right to the edge of climax if he hadn’t had to hold her steady with both hands on her hips. It was like trying to ride an untamed filly. She bucked, jerked, and kicked until the side of her foot made contact with his injury. Already throbbing from all the activity, his side lit up with streaks of breath-stealing pain and he let go.
She fell off the side of the bed as he bent forward trying to crush the sensation out. The pain almost shrank back down to a bearable level when, suddenly, he got whacked in the face with a pillow.
“You son of a bitch!”
“Well, that’s a fine ‘how do you do’ to a man who’s doing his damnedest to make your day,” Malcolm shot back.
That got him hit again as she brought the pillow down over his head. “Don’t you feed me that bull, Malcolm Tanner. I want to know how long you’ve been awake.”
Almost every three words, she hit him again with that darn pillow, and it really annoyed him. What irritated him even more was the damn woman’s ungrateful attitude. He might not know who the hell she was, but Malcolm figured out one thing for sure.
The little angel had never been treated to a proper orgasm or she wouldn’t constantly be trying to jerk away from them. A rope, that’s what he needed right then, but Malcolm didn’t have
any. He just had the muscles God gave him. That would surely be enough.
Snatching the pillow out of her grip, Malcolm glared at the angel shooting fire at him with her eyes. “First off, angel, you ain’t the one that gets to ask questions. Second off, any woman that walks into my bedroom and strips out of all her clothes doesn’t get to say no.”
Her eyes widened on that, but instead of running for cover to hide that beautifully flushed body panting just a foot from him, she snarled. “Now you listen here, Mr. Tanner—”
“Oh, I like the way that sounds coming from your lips, angel. Say it again.”
Those full lips thinned under the strain of keeping back whatever response came to her mind. With him hearing it would have only gotten her in more trouble, but the defiance in her eyes he liked. His little angel had spirit, but not too much sense.
“I think it would be best if we both just took a moment to calm down.”
The tension in her tone told him how much work it took for her to make that entirely reasonable, but utterly dumb, statement. Malcolm went with it, even adding a nod.
“All right, angel, but can I at least have my breakfast? I’m awfully hungry.”
Releasing a deep breath, she nodded. “I think that’s a good idea. You need your food to heal. I’ll go get it and then after, we’ll talk.”
She turned toward her clothes with that decision made, and he let her get just to the foot of the bed. “No need, angel. I’ll just help myself.”
He caught her by surprise with the same damn move he’d pulled before. Going right to his knees, he caught her around the waist. Only this time, he pulled her right back over his legs. Ass first, he dragged her cussing all the way up his length until he settled back against the pillows with his breakfast creaming right against his lips.
Swollen and glistening with desire, her little clit winked back at him. That was just where he’d start his feast. Leaning forward, Malcolm used his lips to suck the little bud into his mouth before opening his lips up and letting his tongue snake out to love her.
No ravaging foray, this time he went gentle and sweet, luring her with his seduction. Relaxing back, he released her flesh and waited. Just as he hoped she would, his angel moaned and lowered her pussy down to his lips.
Malcolm growled and rewarded her with an open mouth kiss. The flat of his tongue scraped over her little bud in an ever increasing rhythm until she cried out. Her hips began to rotate in the age old pump and grind dance of a woman in need of a cock.
Too bad for the angel, he liked to savor his food. Malcolm choked on that thought a near second later when her lips brushed over his erection. Like a dog to its master, his dick lifted up, blindly trying to follow that sweet caress.
Malcolm panted out a small breath as the searing kiss faded into a dull throb. Ready to retaliate, his angel had him jerking hard as her devilish tongue reappeared to stroke down his length. This time she didn’t give him a chance to recover from the lightning bolt of need that shot straight out of his balls.
For that blinding moment, Malcolm forgot all about tormenting his angel as she danced her lips down the throbbing side of his cock only to twist over his balls and suck them into the warm, pouty depths of her mouth.
Malcolm gasped as his eyes rolled back. His body twitched as his arms flexed with the need to move, to take control. He held back, letting her close her lips over his cock and take him straight to heaven. Her hand sealed the last few inches of his length in a warm grip and began to pump.
Harder, faster, she took him all the way to the back of her throat and then swallowed, squeezing him tight within the silken vise of her cheeks. Malcolm released her flesh to pant out as his whole body began to quake and then, just like that, his dick was painfully cold.
“Damnit!” He thought he said it, but that outraged roar came from his angel. “Son of a bitch, you’re not going to screw me out of mine this time!”
With that declaration, she slid right down his body until her pussy covered his cock in a warm embrace. Before his stunned eyes, she began to hump and grind herself against his erection. Not screwing him but definitely screwing him over as she gripped the foot rail and used it to lever up and rub her clit right down his rigid length.
Panting and gasping out “Oh,” he knew she was driving herself right into a climax. That’s exactly where he intended to ride her himself. Malcolm had enough of this insanity. The woman needed a fucking, and he needed to fuck her. This game had come to an end.
His angel shrieked in startled surprise when he lifted her by the hips and slid out from underneath her. Before she could do much more than cast a wild glance back at him, he was on his knees and lining up the dark little ring of her cunt with the blunt head of his cock.
With one full force thrust of his hips, he impaled his full length into her heavenly depths and drove a scream right out of her. They both panted under the impact as her tight, tiny sheath tried to deal with the full girth of his dick. Malcolm knew he wasn’t small, but she was, and that made the vow to marry her and hold to this moment for the rest of his life sing out from the depths of his soul.
He just had to find out who she was and right now, his angel wasn’t in any condition to argue with him.
Malcolm growled and wound one hand into her hair. Using it like a leash, he jerked her back up, twisting her head to the side so she could see just how serious he was. “I asked you to call me Mr. Tanner again.”
He pulled out of her clinging depths just to ram his entire length right back into her. “When I tell you to do something,” he gave her another brutal thrust that had her eyes rolling back as she moaned, “do it. Understand?”
“Yes,” she panted out. “Oh, God, don’t stop. It’s been too long.”
That’s just what he did. Ignoring her mewing protest, he held still until she finally gave him the plea he wanted. “Please, Mr. Tanner.”
“Very nice, angel.” Malcolm flexed his hips. Keeping things slow and steady, he made sure she remembered who was in charge. “That’s all I want to hear you call me when we’re like this. You can call me Malcolm all day long, but when I’m making this pussy purr, it’s Mr. Tanner. Understand?”
If she did, she didn’t say it. Instead, she moaned and flexed her hips in a defiant attempt to tempt him into her command. Growling over the small challenge, Malcolm released her hip to reach up and capture her nipple between his thumb and finger. A little twist had her groaning and babbling.
“Yes, Mr. Tanner. I understand.”
“Good. Very good, angel.”
He released her nipple to let his hand slide down over her soft stomach and into the sweet nest split wide by his dick. Capturing her clit, he gave it a little massage, enjoying the way she shuddered and bucked in response.
His little vixen was ready to be tamed. “Now, I got some questions for you, angel, and the first one is—what is your name?”
“Mary…Mary Anne.” The words fell in broken gasps from her lips.
“Mary Anne what?”
“Winters.”
“I don’t know that name.”
Malcolm stilled as he tried to think if he knew any Winters. Mary Anne’s response was instant. She whined as her hips arched and pumped. The motion had her clit rubbing against the finger he left over it. That must have thrilled her because she moaned and began grinding herself right into his touch.
Malcolm lifted his hand, but before she could cry out, he brought it back down hard. Slapping her clit head on, she jerked like he whipped her. She tensed before erupting into shudders that sank her back toward the mattress.
“You don’t take, angel. I give.”
“Please, Mr. Tanner!”
Just because she begged so prettily, Malcolm gave her what she needed. Sighing, his eyes rolled closed as he slid through heaven. He could have ridden her like this for hours, just soaking in the sheer bliss of being buried in his angel.
Malcolm had ridden many women, but none like this. This was perfection. The
one thing he knew for sure, his little angel was no whore.
But where did she come from?
The need to know that answer, along with whether or not she had a man, ruined his moment.
Opening up his eyes, Malcolm considered the woman moaning into the mattress for a moment. He’d never seen anybody with those features, and he’d have remembered. For a moment, their gazes locked and he forgot every thought in his head as the lust-fogged beauty of her eyes captivated him.
“Oh, please, Mr. Tanner, won’t you hurry?”
Malcolm grinned. He really did like hearing her call him Mr. Tanner. “I will, just as soon as you answer my question.”
“What question?” She whined, annoyance and arousal blending into a sound of near pain.
“Just who are you, angel?”
“I told you. Mary Anne Winters.”
“I don’t know any Winters.”
“I’m Richard Carol’s sister. He’s a friend—”
“Richard?” That had Malcolm going stock still as he realized just who he had sweating beneath him. “You’re that Mary Anne?”
“Please, Mr. Tanner, can’t we talk about this later?”
They sure would, but right now Malcolm had to get over his shock. He knew a good number of the Carol brothers, certainly not all because there seemed to be an endless list of them. Richard, he knew well. Well enough to know just who or what Mary Anne really was to him. Certainly enough to know Richard would have his scalp for this.
That meant he might as well enjoy it. The good Lord knew it was worth dying for, and there just wasn’t any other woman Malcolm would have taken to be killed over.
Releasing her hair, he let her fall back down as he gripped her hips and began a slow, steady ride. Swaying more than pumping, he let his dick slide back and forth, tickling the insides of her sheath until the velvety walls spasmed around him and clamped down in silent demand.
