by Vanessa Vale
"You can't be shy now." He worked his shirt off and I forgot all about that shyness as I watched inch after inch of his body revealed. It was dark, quite dark to get a full glimpse of him, but the moon was bright and it was ample enough. Only when he'd tossed the shirt to the ground beside me did I notice his manhood.
"Oh my," I muttered.
He looked down his body, then at me. "Ever see a cock before?" He held up a hand. "Wait. Don't answer that. The only answer you can give is no."
It was my turn to smile at his possessiveness. "No. I've never seen one before." I looked at it, mesmerized, and even gasped as I saw it pulse, then lengthen before my eyes.
"See what you do to me?" he asked.
"Is it...is it always like that?" I came up on my elbow so I could get a better look. I couldn't discern color in the darkness, but the thatch of hair at its base was of similar color to what was on his head, his forearms and the smattering on his chest. His cock was thick and long and I could see a shadow of a vein running along the side of it. At the top, it was broad and wide. Overall, it was quite imposing. That had fit in me?
"Around you? Yes."
"I...I never knew."
"Good," he countered and I saw a pleased expression on his face. He seemed quite happy that he’d been the one to deflower me. "Knew what, exactly?"
I was thankful for the darkness because I blushed. Silly really, considering what we'd just done, where he'd had his mouth, but I did nonetheless. "I can't say."
He quirked a brow as he sat on his shirt, undid his boots, and then shucked off his pants. I watched him the entire time and hadn't even thought to close my legs and he moved to kneel between them once again. He placed one hand on the ground by my head, blocking my view of the stars. "What, kitten? No secrets."
"It's a little embarrassing. Quite a bit actually."
"I promise I won't laugh." His gaze dropped to my breasts and he began to gently stroke a finger over my shoulder, my collarbone and then lower, curving over the swell of my breast. I arched my back into his touch. Then he pulled his hand away.
"Chance," I replied, pouting. I liked the feel of his hand there exploring me.
"Tell me."
He was going to withhold his touch until I told.
"I thought...when a couple...um, did it—"
"Fucked?" he added.
"Well, yes."
"Say it, kitten."
"When a couple fucked."
"Good girl."
I took a deep breath, let it out. "I thought that when a couple fucked that the man was like a bull."
I closed my eyes and threw my arm over them. There, I couldn't see him now.
His finger returned to its gentle caress at my breast. It seemed if Chance got what he wanted, I'd get what I wanted in return. I felt my skin heat at just the slightest touch of his fingertip.
He remained silent, only his fingertip moving, then retreating altogether.
Before I knew what happened, he had me about the waist and flipped over. I put my hands out to keep from falling on my face and Chance pulled back on my hips so I was on all fours. He moved in close behind me so I felt the hairs on his chest tickle my back. He was warm, his skin radiating heat like a cast iron stove in January.
"You mean like this?" he asked, his voice husky.
I didn't know what he meant until I felt his...cock nudging at my entrance once again. He must have been holding it, guiding it over me because he used it very precisely, like a decadent weapon. It slid over my heated skin, bumped that spot that he had licked a short while ago and had made me feel unbelievably blissful.
Then I felt his finger—it was too small to be his cock—slide into me. I clenched it tightly with my inner muscles, the feelings it elicited making me groan.
"I love feeling my seed in you, knowing I've marked you as mine."
"Chance, you are quite possessive," I told him.
I felt him kiss his way up my spine as he slowly fucked me with his finger. When he reached my neck with his mouth, he whispered to me.
"You want me to be the bull, kitten?" He pulled his finger free and I felt it replaced with the broad head of his cock at my opening, then nudging inside. I was too slick to resist and he filled me in one smooth stroke.
"Oh!" I cried. There was no pain this time, only incredible pleasure. It was different this way; he was able to go deeper, filling me so full that I felt as if we were one. Then he pulled back, almost all the way out and I could feel my lips there spread and cling to him.
"I'm going to fuck you now." His voice was filled with intent and it most definitely was not a question. He wasn't asking me if I felt amenable to being fucked again. He was just going to do it.
"Yes," I replied. There was no other answer, for I absolutely wanted him to fuck me at that moment.
And then he moved. This wasn't gentle. He'd been gentle before, but not now. He'd held himself back, but no longer. He pulled back and rammed in, his hips striking my bottom hard, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the air. This wasn't romantic. This wasn't sweet. It was carnal. It was rutting. It was animalistic. And I loved it.
My breasts swayed beneath me with every deep penetration. Chance's large hands gripped my hips and he took me, filling me over and over. I was still aroused from the last time I found my pleasure, and my entire body was awakened and sensitive to everything that Chance was doing. Inside, his cock slid over places that sparked to life—that sent heat and brightness through my body. My nipples tightened, my body was damp with sweat even in the soft breeze. My hands gripped the soft grass beyond the material of my skirt as if anchoring me to the ground, for on one perfect, deep stroke, he set me on fire once again. I cried out, letting him do what he wanted for it felt...so...good.
I was aware of being shifted, but I didn't care, the pleasure continued. I felt one of Chance's arms band about my waist, holding me to him. He'd pulled me up so I sat upon his thighs as if he were a chair, my back to his front. I could do nothing from this position except let him lift and lower me. I could feel his cock fill me, pressing deep as his other hand cupped my breast and plucked at a nipple.
"One more time, kitten. Come one more time and I'll go with you."
He pinched the tender tip and then tugged on it. I hissed out a breath as it hurt, but it morphed into heat, as if a blanket warmed my body, and the delicious pain mixed with his cock so unbelievably deep had my entire body tightening, tensing and this time, there were no words.
Chance's breath was hot at my neck, his groan of completion a surrender of sorts, and I felt his cock thicken within me as he coated me with his seed, hot and thick. My head fell back against his shoulder. I felt well and truly claimed and there wasn't anything I wanted to do about it.
***
I awoke to sunlight, a soft bed, a strange room and a naked man beneath me. I remembered Chance helping me dress after he'd...fucked me, not one but twice. He didn't help me with all my clothes, however, for he'd tucked my drawers and wrap into his saddlebag. Later, I vaguely remember being carried, but that was all. Now I was warm and surprisingly comfortable as I lay across Chance, using him as my pillow. My head fit snugly beneath his chin and I straddled one of his thighs. My breasts were pressed into his solid chest and I felt his breathing, that even rise and fall, beneath my palm.
In just a short time, perhaps twelve hours or so based on the angle of the sun through the window, my life had changed entirely. I was now Mrs. Chance Goodman. I'd left Rose Lenox out on the prairie when Chance had taken my virginity.
"Are you sore?" Chance's voice was gruff with sleep. He hadn't moved at all, but he'd somehow known I was awake. A hand settled on my back and began a leisurely slide up and down.
It was a good thing he couldn't see my face for I could feel my cheeks heat. "I am not accustomed to speaking of such things," I replied.
"What? Your pussy? Fucking? I should hope not."
"Why do you call it that?" I asked.
He lifted his knee so tha
t I rode his thigh, my pussy grazing over his hard muscle. I moaned at the contact. I'd never felt such as this when I rode a horse or touched that part of my body. Why did I respond so with Chance?
"It's your pussy because it makes you purr when I stroke it. And that's why I call you kitten. Not only are you a little wildcat, but I knew you'd be a passionate lover."
I turned my face into his chest, but he wouldn't allow it.
"Look at me, Rose."
He waited patiently for me to turn my head so my chin rested on his chest. His eyes were dark, his cheek rough with the start of a beard. He needed to shave, but I didn't want him to. I'd never seen him this unkempt and I felt a wild sense of satisfaction knowing I'd made him this way.
"There's no shame in showing me your body, telling me what feels good and then letting me give it to you. You belong to me. Your body belongs to me." He nudged his thigh a little higher. "This delectable pussy belongs to me."
He rolled us so I was on my back and he loomed over me, lowering one hand between my legs to gently stroke over me, watching me carefully. "Now, answer my question. Are you sore?"
I wasn't sore, but I felt well used, as if instead of riding a horse, I'd been the one who'd been ridden. Perhaps I had.
"No," I replied, my body awakening beneath his light touch.
"I couldn't see you last night."
He shifted again, lowering his body so he was between my thighs, his big hands spreading my thighs wide.
"Chance!" I tried to push him away, but there was no give. He was too big, too strong for me to do anything but succumb. I knew the man well. He was always adept at his tasks and never left anything incomplete. If he was going to look at me, I knew he'd give me my pleasure while doing so.
I had to look down my body at him as he looked his fill, one of his fingers lazily stroking over every part of me. He slipped over my hair there, then over my outer lips, then my inner folds to find that spot.
"Oh, there," I sighed.
He glanced up at me. "Right there? That's your clit. Your hair on your pussy is so pretty, but it's in my way. Later, when you have your bath, I'll shave you."
I frowned. "Shave me?"
He ran his finger through my pale curls. "I want you nice and slick and smooth when I eat your pussy again. Don't worry. I'll leave a pretty little patch of hair right here." He tapped the spot just above my folds.
"Now where was I?" His finger moved lower. "Here?"
He made me forget all about being shaved in a most intimate place when he touched where his mouth had been the night before. "Oh yes. I...I like it when you touch me there."
He grinned. "What about here?" His fingers spread my inner lips and his fingertip slipped inside me, but only a little bit. "There's a spot inside that I think you're going to like. I'm going to find it very soon and when I do you're going to—"
I groaned and my eyes slipped shut as his finger ran over this amazing spot inside of me.
"Right there?" He nudged it again and again.
"Yes," I hissed.
"Rose." When my eyes met his, he continued. "I'll make you come, but for now, we're going to discover what makes you burn."
"I think...I think you've found it," I said, my breath coming out in little pants.
The pleasure was building, akin to the night before. I recognized it now, savored it, wanted it, but he was not going to give it to me. Yet. His finger slipped free.
"Chance!" I cried.
He slowly shook his head from side to side, smiling wickedly, that dimple all of a sudden terribly annoying. His finger continued on a path of discovery, but this time, instead of going the way I expected, it dipped lower and over that dark place.
"Chance!" I tried to clench my legs together but between his broad shoulders and other hand, I could not escape.
"Oh, you've never been touched here. Never knew about ass play, did you?"
His fingertip gently brushed over that illicit spot and then began to circle, pressing in slightly. It felt...odd and yet, incredible. After having him awaken my clit and then finding that spot inside of me, what he was doing with his finger merged it all together, as if forming some sort of ball of pleasure and I couldn't control it. He controlled it.
"I'm going to fuck you here too, kitten. Someday soon when I've prepared you."
I didn't want to feel pleasure at his touch and I most certainly didn't want to like his words, but the mental picture he painted was dark and tawdry and very, very appealing.
"There's something wrong with me," I said as I tried to push him away, still to no avail.
He paused in his ministrations, but did not move his finger. "Are you unwell?" A little frown marred his brow.
"I shouldn't like this."
That dang dimple reappeared along with his brilliant smile. He lowered his head then and got to work, as if playing with my pussy and my...ass was his reason for being. "Oh, yes you should. I love that you're so wild, that you like when I play. Put your head back, kitten. Close your eyes. Let me take care of you."
"But—"
"Shh," he soothed. "Don't you want to come?"
Yes. Yes, I did. I bit my lip, then nodded.
"Good girl." Using his other hand, he circled a finger around the opening to my pussy. The combination was remarkably intense. "Then do as I say and I'll make you scream."
Realizing I couldn't fight him or what he was doing to me any longer, I let my head fall back on the pillow and let my eyes slip closed. It was true; I could do nothing but savor his attentions. I panted when he started pushing his finger into my back entrance, but it didn't hurt. His other finger provided ample distraction. I had no idea how long he played, but when his fingertip breached that tight ring of muscle, he used his other hand to work that spot inside my pussy.
Chance was no novice, but an expert at working my body. I came instantaneously, my muscles clenching down on both of his fingers as the hot, scalding pleasure washed over me. I did just as he said. I screamed.
CHAPTER FOUR
ROSE
After a simple breakfast, we rode home. Well, to the Lenox ranch which was home up until the day before. I'd grudgingly agreed with Chance that I share the news of our wedding with my family. It wasn't the news that had me dragging my feet while I'd dressed, but the fact that I would be returning as a failure. It hadn't even been a day, and here I was, riding up to the kitchen door rather than a ranch of my own. I'd failed at my dream.
Chance dismounted his horse first before helping me down as everyone came spilling out from the kitchen to meet us. As I went up the porch steps, Chance tied off the leads to the rail. I glanced at all of the familiar faces and I offered a weak smile.
Miss Trudy stood with hands clasped together, quiet and calm as ever. Miss Esther had a frown on her face and her hands on her hips as if she’d known I'd cause them all grief. Dahlia, Marigold and Iris watched and whispered to each other.
Chance's warm hand on my elbow surprised me. He'd removed his hat.
"Something you want to tell us?" Miss Esther asked, looking down at my attire. I had on the skirt I'd worn the day before, but Chance had ripped the buttons clean off my blouse in his haste to bare my body, so I wore one of his shirts, the bottom tails tied together about my waist. It was so big that I had to roll the sleeves up.
What she couldn't tell was that I wore no drawers. Chance had told me they'd been lost out on the prairie. Those words I doubted to be true, but that didn't make them appear. So I was naked beneath my skirt. Not only that, but Chance had helped me take a bath a short while earlier, and then actually shaved me as he'd promised. He's spread me out on the bed once again, my knees bent and heels spread wide as he set about the task with a very high level of diligence. I felt slick and bare...down there, with only a hint of curls above my womanhood. The only appealing part of his task was that Chance had done the shaving while he was naked. Once complete, he hadn't hesitated to fill me full with his big cock. He'd said he was insatiable, that seeing my
pussy all bare and perfect had him needing me again.
I blushed just thinking about it and most assuredly both women, Miss Trudy and Miss Esther, could read my mind, or at least have an idea of my thoughts.
Of the two sisters, Miss Esther was the one who vented her spleen with regularity. She shared her opinion on everything from the saltiness of the soup to the way the owner of the mercantile overcharged for flour. She knew who was courting whom, and could tell a woman if she were pregnant before that woman knew herself. She was the practical sister while Miss Trudy was the calm one. Growing up, they balanced each other well when dealing with eight little girls, like equal weights on a scale. And when she told you to do something, you upped and did it.
I glanced at Chance. Why did he look different today than just yesterday? He still had the unruly hair, the same clear eyes, that ruthless dimple, that wry mouth. I flushed as I considered the answer. He'd done things with that mouth that would make Miss Esther faint dead away, yet he stood beside me, silent and resolute. I wasn't alone.
"We married," I said, my chin lifted.
Dahlia, Marigold and Iris squealed and shouted, running inside most likely to spread the news to the others, while Miss Esther pursed her lips. "Took you long enough, young man." She wiped her hands on her apron with a nod of her head and went inside.
Miss Trudy was left alone on the porch, although chatter escaped through the open door.
"I see you found her," Miss Trudy said to Chance.
He gave her a nod. "Yes, ma'am."
"You sent him to find me?" I asked her.
"I didn't have to."
I looked between the two of them. "I don't understand."
"I knew from our conversation yesterday you were going to do something rash," Chance replied. "Besides, I had to make sure you were safe before I headed off to Parsons to pick up those head of cattle."
I felt riled at the use of the word “rash.” My activities of the night before had been rash, but they were my rash actions, no one else's. Besides, I'd say the wedding itself had been somewhat rash.
