A Fall From Grace. Mail Order Bride Western

by Brittany Dreams

  Amee tried to shrug it off. “No… it’s alright.” Her eyes sparkled with sorrow and Ross could tell that it was not. “I have a brother as well. He’s older than me by ten years. I think… I was a surprise for my parents. Though they’ve never said so.”

  “A very good surprise, no doubt.”

  “I don’t know. I always hoped I could do something that would make them proud. I doubt this is it. It seems more likely that I’ll cause heartache.”

  “This isn’t your fault,” Ross said quickly. He crossed his arms over his chest. His hand ached to reach out and offer Amee some comfort. Pull her into a hug. But he didn’t. It wasn’t time for that yet.

  “I know it’s not my fault. I just wish I could go see them.”

  “I know. I think I am going to miss my family very much.”

  “Are you considering that you might never see them again?”

  “I am considering that I might have to be turned into a vampire to get through this. It seems like it was always my destiny, whether I knew it or not.”

  Amee hung her head. “I’m sorry. I suppose I shouldn’t act like I’m the only one who gets the shitty end of this deal.”

  “Well Svetlana did take you for the purpose of sucking you dry… I on the other hand would have come out a handsome prince.” Ross smiled. Amee looked up sharply, a little shocked. Finally she smiled and then it turned into a relieved laugh.

  “Thanks Ross,” she whispered, suddenly shy. The flickering candlelight illuminated the delicate blush that bloomed on her cheeks. Her full lips were still turned up in a smile and it took Ross’ breath away.

  “Have hope, Amee. That’s all we can do. We’ve survived this far.”

  “Yes. And I’m about to lose my virginity to a prince. I suppose there are worse options.”

  Ross nearly choked. He didn’t know how to respond to that. Amee’s eyes sparkled and Ross realized that under other circumstances she probably had a good sense of humour.

  Amee unfolded her legs. She swung them over the edge of the bed and stood up. Ross watched as she went to the dresser and popped a piece of cheese into her mouth. She took a long drink from her glass of wine, draining it completely, before setting it back down. When she turned everything had changed. She was resolved. “Would you like to take my dress off Ross?”

  Chapter 12

  “Would it be wrong of me to say yes?” Ross asked. He looked uncertain and eager all at once. It gave Amee a funny feeling, like butterflies taking flight, to realize that he did indeed desire her.

  “No,” she whispered.

  “Is it wrong that I’m probably old enough to be your father?”

  Amee sighed. “Ross. You aren’t making this easier. And unless you could be my father at eleven or twelve I doubt the validity of that statement. I’m an adult. I know my own mind.” She took a deep, calming breath. “Now. Would you like to undo my dress or not?”

  Ross stood. His dark eyes sparked to life. The candlelight cast shadows over his face, rendering him even more handsome, if it were possible. “Yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes… to everything.” A shiver ran up her spine at the huskiness of his voice.

  Ross closed the distance between them quickly. Amee was rooted to the spot, unable to move or take a breath as his warm hands came to rest on her waist. He lowered his face to within an inch from hers. His breath tickled her cheek. Amee closed her eyes and her lips parted. Ross’ mouth came down on hers. The spice of his cologne and his own masculine scent spiced the air around them.

  Amee’s body tensed with the kiss. Ross’ lips were warm, his mouth insistent, claiming her own. She was stunned that she was not afraid. Rather, his kiss woke something that Amee had never felt before. The kiss was passionate, wild, breathless. Amee pulled away, panting against Ross’ lips. A strange sense of excitement grew within her. It was not like what she had experienced with Sarali and Bettina. Rather it was something genuine. She was going to give herself to Ross of her own free will. She was shocked to realize just how much of her nerves were anticipation, not dread.

  Ross’ hand trailed over her dress, sweeping over her breasts, down to the hem. He continued to kiss her, the onslaught causing Amee’s head to spin. She moaned, the sound captured by Ross’ mouth. He pulled her dress up over her body, the fabric chaffing against her suddenly sensitive skin. She stepped away and the dress was pulled over her head, landing in a heap on the floor.

  Strong hands came up to her hand, undoing her bra. It fell away like a whisper. Amee’s body heated up, shivers of desire thrilling her. Ross pulled her against his strong chest. He was breathing heavily, his face shadowed by longing. His hand came up and tangled in Amee’s long, sandy hair. He guided her face back to his, plundering her mouth. Her lips parted for him and his tongue swept in, tangling with hers.

  Still kissing her, Ross guided Amee over to the bed. He broke the kiss, only to set her down gently onto the covers. He stepped back, his eyes darkening, his face stormy as he took in her naked form. His eyes skimmed over her full breasts, the nipples hard little peaks straining for his attention. He took in all of her, his gaze settling hungrily between her thighs. Amee’s body heated, half with embarrassment and half with a hunger to be touched and adored by Ross.

  “Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?” Ross panted.

  “No…” Amee responded shyly.

  Her eyes widened as Ross’ hands fumbled with the button on his jeans then with his fly. He pushed them down his hips and legs, stepping away from them. His t-shirt followed. He stood before her wearing nothing but his tight boxers. She gulped when she noticed the bulge that strained against the fabric.

  Amee’s legs hung over the edge of the bed. Ross parted them gently, stepping in between them. He placed a hand on her shoulder, gently lowering her back against the bed. His loomed over her, his muscular, broad chest illuminated in the flickering candlelight.

  “I will tell you then,” Ross whispered. He bent his head and kissed her shoulder and her neck. His mouth trailed lower, hot kisses igniting a fire under Amee’s skin. He kissed her full breast before taking her nipple into his mouth.

  Amee’s head fell back, her mouth open. She panted as she was filled with the heady sensation Ross’ touch stirred in her. He swirled his tongue in lazy circles and Amee couldn’t stifle her moan of pleasure. She tangled in her hands in Ross’ thick, dark hair.

  “I want to taste you Amee,” Ross whispered huskily when he lifted his head from Amee’s breast.

  “Yes,” she whispered. She imagined his dark head buried between her thighs and she shivered with anticipation. She felt no shyness now, only a raw, dark desire to have Ross’ hands and mouth on her body. The thought of him buried in her afterwards sent a shard of undiluted desire ripping through her. “I want you to take me Ross. However you please.”

  Ross glanced up at her, his eyes dark and raging with passion. “Do you have any idea what you are doing to me Amee?”

  “If it’s half as good as what you’re doing to me then I expect you enjoy it.”

  “Very much,” Ross whispered. His head slipped lower, devouring Amee with his burning gaze. She clutched her legs together instinctively. Ross slowly eased them apart, his warm hands brushing seductively against the inside of Amee’s thighs.

  “Part for me Amee,” Ross whispered. He bent and kissed her over the lace of her panties before he slowly pulled them down. They slipped off her legs like a whisper, her wetness smearing the insides of her thighs. Ross’ hands traced a line up Amee’s thigh. She shivered, leaning into his hand. He shifted and cupped her mons and ran his index finger slowly along her wet folds.

  “Oh god,” Amee moaned. Her back arched off the bed just a little and her legs fell open, exposing herself to Ross. He looked up and she met his gaze as hand continued to stroke her sensitive lips. Her hips thrust upwards slightly to meet the pressure of his hand. He worked in her long, hot strokes that made Amee’s insides quiver. She was so w
et his fingers moved over her easily.

  Ross smeared her juices over her entire pussy and over her thigh. He finally moved his hand away, resting it on the inside of her thigh as he positioned his body between Amee’s legs.

  Amee watched him the entire time. She should be shy and reserved but she found that she wanted to watch him take her pussy into his mouth. She wanted to watch him lick her and pleasure her. The first stroke of his incredible tongue sent Amee arching off the bed. Her pelvis rocked into his mouth. His tongue gently explored her folds, tracing a gentle pattern up and down that he repeated with merciless effectiveness.

  A flush of all consuming pleasure settled over Amee’s skin. Thousands of fires erupted all along her skin, every nerve ending sparking with erotic sensation. She rocked against Ross’ mouth, moans of pleasure erupting from her throat. Her entire body shuddered, her core pulsing with need.

  Ross moved his left hand up along the inside of Amee’s thigh. She felt his finger slip up along the inside of her ass cheek, the pressure of his thumb next to her pussy making her deliciously aware of just how close he was to slipping it into her body. Her hips rocked back and forth urgently to meet Ross’ mouth. His right hand reached up, cupping the outside of Amee’s breast. She moaned, arching into his touch. He took her nipple between his thumb and index finger and began gently twisting it back and forth in a maddening pattern.

  As the fires of desire rose to a crescendo in Amee, she rocked harder against Ross’ mouth. She wanted nothing more than to feel his tongue inside of her, penetrating her in long, hot strokes. Her pussy ached to even think of him lapping inside her. She was about to ask him to do so but then she changed her mind.

  “Ross… I want you to put your fingers inside. Fuck me with your mouth and with your hand,” Amy panted.

  Ross glanced up, his face flushed with raw male need. “As you command,” he whispered. He moved his face back down, his mouth once again creating havoc on her swollen flesh. He found her clit and trailed tiny circles around it that had Amee crying out in delight. His hand moved up over her wet pussy, covering his fingers in her juices before he edged his index finger over her entrance.

  When he entered her, his mouth working her clit, Amee cried out. She arched her chest into the air, her breasts straining. Her body was worked tight with pleasure. She felt as though she were going to snap. She craved the sweet release only Ross could give her.

  He suckled her clit, swirling his tongue over and around while his finger plunged in and out of her heated flesh. Amee’s hips rocked hard of their own accord, grinding against Ross’ incredible touch.

  Her legs began to tremble, a violent shivering overtaking her. Amee felt as though she were floating and drowning all at once, sucked under a vortex of violent and incredible sensations. She closed her eyes as the sensations mounted, one on top the other.

  Amee couldn’t control her cries as her world shattered. Lights burst behind her closed eyes, her back jacked off the bed. Her hips slammed into Ross’ hand and mouth as he continued his onslaught. He drove her wild as the shocks of pleasure gripped her, shaking her. Her pussy spasmed and clenched, bearing down on Ross’ finger buried deep inside of her. He stroked her long and hard, lapped at her greedily until she stilled, her incredible climax ebbing away, leaving Amee able to breathe and think again.

  “That was incredible,” she whispered with a shy smile. “Will you allow me to return the favor before you take me?”

  Chapter 13

  Ross’ eyes closed, his face hardening and for a moment Amee thought she had displeased him. He rose up on his knees, moving away from her.

  “Oh god Amee… do you have any idea what you’re asking me?”

  “To uh… suck your dick I think?”

  He growled low in his throat, his face a mask of pure, raw need. “Yes Amee… yes I would very much like that if you want to do it.”

  “I would.” Amee tucked her knees up against her chest, shifting into a sitting position on the bed. “It seems fair, after all. Since you have just given me the greatest pleasure of my life.”

  Ross moved off the bed. He stood just by the edge. Slowly he hooked his fingers in the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down his legs. His cock sprung free and Amee’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe how big he was! Truly he was impressive everywhere. His body was made entirely of the stuff of fantasies. His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow, athletic waist. The sheen of sweat coating his rock hard abs glowed in the firelight. A smattering of dark hair covered his chest, trailing lower, around his naval and thickening at the base of his cock. His legs were thick and muscular as well, his calves and thighs flexing as he stood.

  Amee shivered slightly. She was alarmed at just how much she wanted him. She moved so she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her breasts hung down, heavy and sensitive after her climax. Her body still tingled with the aftershocks. She was almost embarrassed at how wet she was and carefully kept her legs squeezed together.

  When Amee reached out and grasped Ross he gasped, a quick intake of breath that made her blood boil. He was so big she could barely wrap her small hand around him. She gripped his shaft firmly, running her hand up and down in slow, measured strokes. She didn’t miss the tremble that ripped through his body.

  It gave Amee a sense of power when she understood that she could please Ross as he had pleasured her. He was clearly enjoying what she was doing with her hand. Her grip grew slippery and wet with the juices that dripped from the head of his cock. Amee’s mouth watered. She needed to taste him.

  She shifted off the bed, going down onto her knees. The hardwood floor was cold, even through the woven rug. The fibers of it tickled her bare legs. She stared up at Ross, still gripping his erection in her hand. His eyes burned as he looked down at her golden hair.

  Ross brought his hand up, over her own much smaller one. He gently removed her and he palmed himself. He ran his hand up and down the length of himself, stroking himself. His eyes closed and a groan escaped from lips that parted just a fraction.

  “Open your mouth Amee,” he panted. She realized just how little self-control Ross had left.

  She did as he asked, parting her lips. He brought the tip of his throbbing cock to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out, tasting the salty juices that glistened at his tip. The taste of him, so exotic and heady filled Amee with a need to do more. She wanted him. She wanted all of him inside of her.

  Ross carefully eased into Amee’s mouth, one inch at a time. He let her adjust to the size of him before continuing. She took the entire length of him, almost gagging when she felt him at the back of her throat. He pulled out, allowing her to take a breath before he slid back in. She let him set the pace, teaching her, instructing her in just the right rhythm to bring him the most pleasure.

  She suckled him, running her tongue over the length of his shaft then over the sensitive, velvet tip when he pulled out. Ross groaned, his cock pulsing with need inside Amee’s mouth.

  “God Amee…” Ross finally let her hand cup him again. She guided him in and out of her mouth. His hips bucked with pleasure, following her lead. Amee brought her other hand up and gently stroked his balls. Ross let out a moan that sounded as though he were choking. Amee glanced up in alarm but his hand came to rest in her hair, tangling in her sandy tresses. He applied the slightest pressure, guiding her mouth that way.

  Ross finally pulled away, a savage sigh torn from his lips. “Amee… stop… or I won’t be responsible for what happens.”

  She blushed when she realized what he was referring to.

  “Come here Amee,” Ross whispered as he pulled her to standing. He kissed her, the musk of her own body still on his lips. He palmed her breast, kneading it gently in his hand, plying the nipple until Amee’s knees went weak. She moaned, curling into his touch.

  “The sounds you make drive me wild,” Ross hissed. His hands came around Amee’s hips, moving lower, over her rounded bottom. He clutched her roughly, picking her up.

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nbsp; She gave a squeal of surprise and leaned into him. He backed her against the bed, laying her flat against the mattress. Amee scooted upwards, moving so that her legs no longer dangled off the edge. Ross moved smoothly, looming over her. He parted her thighs with one of his knees, running his hand over the sensitive flesh of her thigh. His fingers moved higher, stroking the wet, hot lushness of her pussy.

  “Open for me Amee,” Ross whispered.

  She moved her thighs open a fraction, her urgent desire for him overriding her virginal fears about what he was going to do. Ross palmed his throbbing cock in his hand. He ran his hand up and down, smearing his wetness, and hers, all along the hard length of his shaft. Amee dug her heels into the bed, raising her hips up as Ross pressed the head of his cock at her entrance.

  She knew that it was going to hurt. She was a virgin and she imagined, tiny. His cock was thick and huge. Impossibly so.

  She was about to protest when Ross leaned forward, covering her mouth in a hot, heady kiss. He stole her breath and her wits, at the same time pressing his body forward. She felt the tip of his cock enter her, stretch her. Her body froze but Ross went gently, giving her time to adjust to the feel of him.

  Amee braced herself, lifting her hips to take Ross as he plunged in one with swift stroke. She cried out the sound of her mixed pain and pleasure were swallowed by Ross’ kiss. Ross paused for a moment until Amee’s breathing returned back to normal. She opened her mouth to him again, rocking her hips slightly. He began to move, building a sharp, intense pleasure deep within Amee’s body.

  Ross moved, thrusting harder, creating a rhythm that built a pounding fire for Amee. He stroked her in long, hot strokes, pulling out before slowly thrusting back in. She opened herself to take him deeper inside. He filled her in an impossible way, in a way Amee had never even hoped to experience with anyone. Her tight, wet sheath closed around him and Ross groaned as he thrust, his breathing quickly growing ragged.

  Thrusting deeper, Ross tore his lips from hers, burying his face in the crook of Amee’s neck. The warmth of his breath tickled her inflamed skin. Amee reached up and wrapped her arms around Ross’ neck. She kept one hand there, buried in his hair, the other stroked the hard sinew of his shoulder. His muscles flexed as he held himself over her. Their bodies moved together, slick and passionate, creating a rhythm that felt as natural as they were old lovers.