Gideon, Robin - As the Cowboy Commands [Ecstasy in the Old West 2] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Robin Gideon

  With her sexual insecurities never far from the surface of her emotions, she asked quietly, “Have I done something wrong? Something to displease you?”

  “You’re wonderful,” Jared replied. “I just have to convince you of that.”

  He positioned Helen in front of her mirror. It was large, oblong, and free-standing, with a polished oak frame and a hinge that allowed the mirror to be angled for convenience. The mirror was one of the few possessions in the house that had anything more than emotional value. Jared, naked, stood behind Helen, looking over her head at her reflection in the mirror.

  “Look at yourself,” he said, his voice low, authoritative. “Tell me what you see.”

  Helen closed her eyes for a moment. “Please…I don’t want to do this. I…I love the way you make me feel, but I really don’t like looking at myself in the mirror.”

  Jared’s hands slipped around Helen’s middle. She sighed softly at his touch. When he took a half step closer, she felt his cock press against her lower back, warming her through her thin robe. She rested her head back against his chest, her eyes open just slits as she watched Jared’s dexterous fingers unknotting the sash at her stomach. A moment later her robe was open to reveal the entire front of her body. Helen started to cross her arms over her breasts, but Jared caught her wrists and forced her hands down to her sides.

  “Just stand there,” he said, pushing the robe off her shoulders and then down her arms. When he had freed Helen from it, he tossed the too-often-washed garment across the room disdainfully. “And don’t close your eyes. I’m going to teach you to see yourself as I see you.”

  These were strange and enticing words for Helen to hear, and she felt her clit tingle in spontaneous response. When Jared slipped his hands around her middle again, she felt his cock pressing against her, long and hard and throbbing with readiness. The slick honey of her excitement lubricated the lips of her pussy.

  “Oh, Jared…”

  “Shhh,” he whispered, his lips close to Helen’s ear as he spoke. “I want you to listen to my words. And keep your eyes open. When I’m finished, you’ll never look at yourself the same way again.”

  I can believe that! thought Helen, her lushly voluptuous body almost quivering with anticipation.

  “You don’t like your hips,” Jared began, his fingertips sliding from Helen’s stomach down to her hips. “Such a pity. I think they’re beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. They’re full and round and womanly.” His hands slipped lower. “And your thighs. What man wouldn’t sell his soul in order to feel these thighs surrounding his waist?” He moved his own hips. The solid shaft of his cock pushed upward, the crown above his navel, trapped between their bodies. “My cock gets hard just thinking about it. Do you remember what it felt like to have my cock in your pussy?”

  A quavering sigh escaped Helen. They were wicked words that Jared was speaking, lurid and graphic. If any man other than Jared had said such things, Helen had no doubt that she would have been offended and insulted beyond belief. But with Jared, the words touched her soul. Her pussy was tingling, her clit aching with need. And feeling the hot, hard length of his cock pressed against the small of her back was an aphrodisiac that could not be ignored.

  “Your skin is like satin under my fingertips,” Jared purred, his right hand sliding from Helen’s hip, inching toward her pussy.

  Helen could hardly breathe as she watched and felt Jared’s fingers moving closer to the center of all her most passionate needs. His fingertips brushed across the sparse, triangle patch of auburn pubic hair, toying briefly with the silken strands. Then his middle finger eased downward, immediately and expertly finding Helen’s pink, erect clit. He caressed her gently, and Helen’s thighs began to shiver. The single finger eased between her slick labia, pushing deeper into her hungry body.

  “You’re wet,” he whispered. “Wet and ready for me, aren’t you?”

  Helen tried to say “yes,” but the single word wouldn’t form in her throat. After a couple seconds of trying and failing, she nodded.

  Jared smiled. “Yes, you’re ready,” he said. He pulled the finger from Helen’s pussy, brought his hand to his mouth, and sucked on the tip. Helen watched him, shocked and excited by everything that she was seeing and feeling. After several seconds, Jared took the finger from between his lips and stated, “I could eat you for lunch and get all the sustenance I’d ever need.”

  Helen started to reach behind her back, wanting to feel Jared’s magnificent shaft pulsing in her fist, but he stopped her quickly, again grabbing her by the wrists and forcing her hands down at her sides.

  “Watch,” he purred, reaching between Helen’s thighs once again.

  Helen watched and felt as the single finger slipped smoothly, effortlessly between the lips of her pussy. Her long, curling lashes fluttered against her cheeks. She ached with the need of feeling Jared’s cock filling her, driving into her pussy hard and deep to give her the sensation of being thoroughly dominated and possessed that she had learned to crave.

  Jared removed his finger from Helen. He held his hand out where both of them could see her honey glistening on his finger. Then Jared brought his hand to Helen’s mouth and, very slowly, moistened her lips with her own juices.

  “Taste yourself,” he whispered.

  The pink tip of Helen’s tongue traveled over her lips. She tasted the essence of her own excitement, and it made her shiver.

  “I’m going to hell for this,” she whispered. Her tone pulsed with tension. “How can you make me want you so? There’s nothing…nothing that I wouldn’t do for you. Nothing I wouldn’t do to you.” She closed her eyes and rested her head back against his chest. “I’m helpless against the feelings that you make me experience.”

  “Open your eyes,” Jared said with a certain sternness that warned Helen she had to obey his every command. When her eyes were open and she was looking at her reflection in the mirror, he cupped the heavy mounds of her breasts from the undersides, lifting and squeezing them to make the nipples more pronounced. “Look at these breasts. So big and beautiful. So goddamn magnificent that the thought of sliding my cock between them is nearly enough to make me come right now.”

  Helen looked at her breasts, and a faintly confident smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Yes, I have beautiful breasts, she thought. They’re not too big after all, and they’re very sensitive. And best of all, Jared likes them.

  “Can you suck on your own nipples?” Jared asked.

  Helen’s eyes widened in surprise. He was asking something that she’d never even considered before, and just thinking about it now seemed narcissistic and utterly wanton. But the potential for great pleasure was a tantalizing possibility….

  Jared released Helen’s right breast. He reached between her thighs once again to moisten his fingertip with her honey. Then he smoothed those juices upon her right nipple and areola.

  “See if you can taste your pussy on your nipple,” Jared whispered, staring into Helen’s eyes through the reflection in the mirror.

  Feeling narcotized by Jared’s virile allure, Helen watched her hands moving as though they belonged to someone else. With both hands she raised her right breast, turning the mound upward as she dipped her head down, always looking at the mirror and never directly at her own breast. Her pink tongue snaked far out of her mouth, lewd in its intent. She raised her breast a little higher and then flicked her tongue against her own lust-hardened nipple. The electricity that jolted through her system from the brief contact made her whimper with desire.

  “Suck on it, Helen. Let me see you suck on your nipple. Let me see you bite it. Bite it hard enough so that you feel pain, then take your nipple between your lips and suck that pain slowly away.”

  Helen did as she had been commanded. She bit her nipple hard enough so that she groaned with discomfort, and then she sucked on the small, tan button of flesh, creating a fire within her that would not be easily doused. As she did this, staring at her reflection in the mir
ror, Jared spread his feet much wider apart then slid the long shaft of his cock between her thighs, rubbing his rigid flesh against Helen’s sex. She made a strange, whimpering sound, and started to reach for his cock, but Jared stopped her.

  “In time,” he said. “For now, it’s your nipples that need your lips.” He pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock between Helen’s thighs until she could see the crown of his erection in the mirror just beneath her pussy. Feeling his hard cock rubbing against her labia made the nectar of Helen’s pussy flow even more freely. “Can you taste your pussy on your nipples?”

  Helen was shivering with need. This game, tantalizing as it was, had gone on long enough as far as she was concerned. She wanted—no, she needed—to have Jared’s enormous erection pumping between the lips of her pussy, not just sliding against them.

  “Answer me, Helen.” His tone was stern. Disobedience would not be tolerated.

  “Yes,” Helen whispered. “I can taste my…” Her words faded with her courage.

  “Say it, Helen. I want to hear you say it.”

  She caught her left nipple between her teeth, bared her lips so that she could see the contact of teeth to nipple, and then bit down with steadily increasing force. Self-inflicted pain mingled and heightened self-administered pleasure. She sucked greedily on the nipple for several seconds before releasing it. She finally answered, “I can taste my pussy on my nipples.” She moved her hips just a little, rubbing her buns against Jared’s pelvis. “Please…won’t you fuck me now?”

  “Now do you see how truly beautiful you are?” His hands were firm on her hips, holding her in place as he slid his cock back and forth between her thighs, rubbing his shaft intimately against her tingling pussy. “Now when you look in the mirror, do you see the sexy woman that I see?”

  Helen looked at her reflection. She recognized the lush beauty of her extravagantly rounded breasts, but she also saw the generous hips and thighs. Softly, honestly, she replied, “I’m trying to.” Old habits and deep insecurities could not be immediately banished. “But at least you believe I’m beautiful.” She sighed softly. “And that’s all I really need to know.”

  She looked at Jared’s reflection, seeing his damp hair pushed back from his forehead, the dazzling brown eyes, the nose that had perhaps been broken in his youth, the mouth that could kiss with such amazing skill and speak such amazing words.

  Jared said, “Tell me what you want. Tell me and I’ll make it happen.”

  Helen shook her head. “Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything.” She shifted her hips, feeling the enormous length of Jared’s fiery cock between her thighs. “When I don’t have your cock inside me, I’m empty. I feel”—she paused, searching for just the right word—“incomplete.” Jared put his right hand to Helen’s mouth, tracing her lips lightly with his fingertip as she spoke. “What can I do to make you happy?”

  “You have the sexiest mouth,” he whispered.

  Helen knew, then, what she had to do, what she wanted to see. She turned slowly, but as she did, she never took her eyes away from the mirror. Reaching behind herself, she found Jared’s erection and wrapped her fingers around it. Then she sank slowly to her knees, with the mirror to her right, pulling Jared around so that he was standing in front of her. She leaned forward, her gaze on the mirror, watching herself as she began licking the crown of his erection. After several seconds, she captured the entire head of his cock between her lips and sucked tenderly upon it.

  She saw herself, at that moment, as a separate woman, independent of the flesh-and-bone woman she had always envisioned. Helen watched as her lips slid over the head of Jared’s cock then saw her cheeks hollow as she drew a vacuum upon him. Turning her face slightly to have a better view of the mirror, she took Jared deeper into her mouth and trembled when her cheek swelled outward lewdly from the crown of his cock pushing against it. It was a gaudy visual image of herself that played havoc with her senses, but seeing her own lips gliding along Jared’s manly flesh only made her pussy hotter and wetter.

  Nodding with increasing speed to take Jared’s hard man-flesh in and out of her mouth, Helen watched as her breasts bounced and swayed, trembling and shaking with her exertions. She saw the line of her legs, folded neatly beneath her, and the glazed quality in her emerald-green eyes as she studied herself giving the fellatio.

  “Stand up,” Jared said, the words jarring to Helen, who had been in a little fantasy world of her own making. In a harsh tone that would brook no resistance, he added, “Stand up and turn around.”

  Had Jared said, “Stand up and walk through fire,” Helen would have complied. Her brain was spinning dizzily, the surface of her skin itching. She could feel the throb of her own heartbeat in her pussy. She turned her back to him and didn’t resist when he simultaneously grabbed her hip with one hand then pushed forward on her shoulder with the other. A moment later she was bent at the waist with her hands on her legs, just above her knees.

  “Watch,” Jared commanded.

  Helen looked into the mirror. Her breasts, now pulled by gravity, swayed away from her body, appearing even larger and fuller than they had earlier. She saw, too, Jared standing behind her, tall and lean, his cock sticking out from his loins like a lusty weapon. And then he guided his cock to her entrance, pausing only momentarily to rub the crown up and down over her sex lips.

  “Watch me fuck you,” he whispered, also looking into the mirror.

  Nothing in Helen’s life prior to Jared’s entrance into it could prepare her for the visual and physical assault upon her senses when she felt his cock thrusting deep into her pussy while simultaneously watching it doing precisely that. She whispered something indecipherable that might have been “Oh, fuck!” and then started coming, her pussy contracting around the hard column of Jared’s flesh as waves of raw emotion shuddered through her.

  For Helen, there was nothing else in the world except Jared’s cock. Even as she began descending from the heights of her orgasm, she felt herself rising up again. The orgasm that she had just enjoyed was only a beginning. The ending was something that she could hardly fathom.

  Through passion-glazed eyes, Helen watched her breasts swaying beneath her as she rocked on bare feet, squeezing her legs in her hands tightly, hoping to remain standing while Jared pummeled her from behind. She watched Jared’s buttocks flexing as he pumped his hips, driving the awesome length of his cock deep inside her welcoming body. She saw his flat, muscle-corded stomach flexing as he speared into her again and again and again. She heard the moist sound of perspiring flesh slapping wetly against perspiring flesh, and the sound of it was an erotic music that made her clit sizzle.

  But through the haze of her own burgeoning excitement, reality intruded, as she knew it must. In a voice that quavered and stammered because of her emotional turbulence and the ecstatically physical violence she was undergoing, she said, “Don’t c–climax inside m–m–me.”

  She watched in the mirror as Jared turned his face so that, in the reflection, he could look into her eyes. Helen saw the intensity of his emotions, but she could not tell whether he was furious with her for her request, or if in the lust-fogged recesses of his brain he even understood what she’d just said.

  Helen had made the same request of Gregg on the two occasions that she’d allowed him to penetrate her body, and on both occasions he had disappointed her in a myriad of ways—not the least of which was by releasing his seed inside her. She had avoided pregnancy thus far, but she wasn’t so confident with Jared. For one thing, the sheer, staggering volume of his orgasms was the equivalent of three or four of Gregg’s. By that basis alone, the odds of impregnation expanded exponentially.

  But would it be such a bad thing to have Jared’s child instead of Gregg’s?

  It was yet another jolting thought for Helen, and one that she wished she hadn’t had. With Jared’s cock seesawing between the lips of her pussy, rubbing against her sex lips and tantalizing her clit to push her relentlessly toward ye
t another climax, the last thing in the world that Helen wanted was the image of Gregg in her mind’s eye.

  She blinked her eyes several times to clear her vision and focused once more on the mirror. Jared’s hands were tight on her hips, his fingers pressing deeply into her flesh to hold her steady as he pounded his pelvis against the luscious curves of her backside, pumping his cock full-length into her pussy.

  This time when Helen spoke, the words were distinct. “Oh, fuck!” she said. And then, with a certain tone of awe and desperation, she added, “I’m coming again!”

  And she did. Even more cataclysmically than the previous time. Only Jared’s great strength kept her standing, his hands gripping as solidly as steel as he held her up and pulled her curving hips backward to meet each invasion, forcing Helen to impale herself upon the ramrod thrusts of his cock.

  “Awww!” Jared growled when he’d reached the limit of his stamina.

  Helen was looking in the mirror, her vision blurred by lust. She watched as Jared withdrew an instant before his climax began. Even in the lust-disoriented state of her consciousness, she was astonished to watch a long, thick, milky jet of sperm explode from the head of Jared’s cock, arching through the air and over her shoulders to hit her in the back of the head, the creamy liquid mingling with her auburn tresses. A second and third eruption quickly followed, leaving streams of cum from her shoulder blades down to her buns.

  Helen felt the heated cum sticking to her perspiring flesh and thought—not for the first time—that Jared’s orgasms were three or four times that of Gregg’s.

  He comes so much. Thank goodness he didn’t climax inside me. How could any woman not get pregnant with all that sperm inside her?

  “Ohhh,” Jared groaned when the last of his climax was deposited on the cheeks Helen’s ass. “You are such a sexy lady.”

  He pulled on Helen’s shoulders, helping her to stand upright. He turned her, and when she faced him, he kissed her mouth lightly, gently.

  When the kisses finally ceased, Helen smiled wearily at Jared, then looked over her shoulder at her reflection in the mirror. She saw the cum matted in her hair and dribbling down her back. Though it had felt erotic to feel Jared’s lust splashing down upon her, now, as the semen cooled, it wasn’t so pleasant.