by Vanessa Vale
“We should arrive in town in about ten more minutes and then we will go on to the ranch where I will take it out.” We weren't going home. We were going to the Lenox Ranch where I would stay with my family while Garrison saw to Mr. Pringle. I would have heartily complained before, but not now.
“I'll let you decide if you want me to fill up that sweet pussy of yours and work on that baby you're going to give me or if you want my cock in your greedy ass instead.”
It had been almost four weeks since our wedding and in that time my monthly hadn't come. I knew from that alone I was most likely with child, but the way my breasts were fuller and the nipples more sensitive than ever, I felt confident that Garrison's seed was very potent and had taken root.
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Miss Trudy forced Garrison to remain for dinner before he left to find Mr. Pringle. Before he went, I dragged him to my old room and leaned over the bed. As he shut the door behind us, he avidly watched as I tossed my skirt up to reveal my pussy and the end of the plug. I wiggled my bottom back and forth and looked over my shoulder at him. This was a familiar position for me, Garrison often having me do this in the various hotel rooms we'd stayed in on the journey home. Often times he would fuck me, others just giving me my pleasure with his fingers, other times just look his fill then put my skirt back down. This was the first time, however, I'd assumed this position without being prompted.
He was already undoing the front placket of his pants and pulling his cock free.
“I've decided. I want both,” I murmured.
He took a step closer as he stroked himself.
“Oh?” he replied, eyeing my pussy and ass on display.
“I want you to fuck my pussy while the plug stays in.”
He tugged at the plug then stroked over my already wet pussy. “You want it nice and snug?”
I nodded and licked my lips.
He moved even closer and lined his cock up. I was more than ready for him. I'd been eager for him ever since we were in the stage.
Thankfully, he didn't tease either of us and slid in to the hilt in one smooth stroke. “Undo your blouse and tug your breasts free.”
As he held my hips, his cock deeply embedded, I quickly did as he bid, working the blouse off entirely and then tugging down on my corset. I lifted my breasts up and out but they were still covered by my chemise.
Garrison plucked at one thin strap at my back and ripped it, then the other so the material hung down to the bed beneath me, my breasts exposed. He reached around and cupped them in his large palms. I gasped, then bit my lip to keep silent.
Finally, finally he began to move in and out, the plug making him so tight. He fucked me as quietly as possible and I pushed my hips back to meet him. He tugged at the plug and pulled it free which made me come in a hot, hard rush, surprising me. It was quick, but no less intense.
“Good girl,” he crooned. “These breasts, sugarplum, are getting bigger. Your nipples, they're more sensitive. Everything about you is more sensitive. Your breasts are going to be heavy with milk and your belly round.”
He pulled out of my pussy and I groaned. He slipped upward and to my back entrance. He didn't linger, but pushed himself in slowly, but easily. “Give it up, sugarplum. Open for me. Yes, just like that. I don't need to put my seed in my pussy anymore, do I?”
I shook my head as I breathed deeply, moving my hips as he slowly claimed my ass.
“I'm going to go find Pringle and get him behind us. I'll be back for you and the baby soon enough. Now, push back and fuck my cock. Make me come so I can leave and come back to you. You'll be filled with my baby in your belly and my seed in your ass.”
He tugged on my nipples and I clenched down on him. He was as eager as I, for he came quickly and I followed him right over.
Perhaps it was the baby or the long journey or it being later in the evening, but I was too tired to leave my bed. He tucked me beneath the covers and kissed me. “Sleep, Dahlia. Sleep and I'll return to you sooner.”
I drifted off to sleep knowing he'd filled me up—my body and my heart.
GARRISON
It felt strange taking off my shoes at the back door of the Lenox house and tiptoeing through the darkness and quiet up to Dahlia's room. I felt as if Miss Esther would step out into the hallway at any time with her shotgun cocked and loaded. Neither she nor her weapon appeared as I crept to Dahlia's room, slipped inside and shut the door behind me. I was her husband and this was where I belonged.
Finding Pringle had been easier than I'd expected. The sheriff had been monitoring the man for crimes completely unrelated to his interest in my demise. The lawman had been more than happy to lead me to him at a saloon not in Carver Junction but just at the other side of town. He'd been arrested without much effort and would await the circuit judge. There'd been no gunfire, no bloodshed. It had been surprisingly boring and easy. I had been given the opportunity to break the man's nose before I rode back to the Lenox Ranch and that soothed my anger a bit.
It had taken one wild woman, easily tamed by my cock, to make me see my future clearly. It wasn't about fixing the wrongs of my father. It wasn't wondering why I wasn't good enough for my mother to remain alive. It was about Dahlia and now our baby.
I'd suspected for about a week that my seed had taken root, but I didn't know how Dahlia would take to the news, or that she had even been aware of the differences in her body. I knew. I knew every inch of her, and if her nipples were extra sensitive, I wouldn't miss it. I only used that delicious perk to my advantage in taming her.
Since Cheyenne, Dahlia had changed as well. She didn't really need that much taming, for she readily and happily submitted to my every demand. If I wanted her to suck my cock in the stage, she did it and contentedly licked her lips when she was done. If I wanted to tie her to the bed and take my time eating her sweet pussy, she most certainly didn't complain. When I pressed her up to the hotel window in Buffalo, Wyoming Territory, and fucked her where anyone passing by may have caught a glimpse of her perfect body, she only cried out her pleasure.
Her sexual appetite was as insatiable as mine and the baby growing within her was a very viable indication of that. I would spend the rest of my life proving to her, whether by protecting her from men like Pringle or planting a baby in her belly, that I loved her more than anything. More than my ranch. More than the Montana Territory.
I shucked off my clothes and slid into the narrow bed beside her, pulling her into me so we were curled together like two spoons in a drawer.
“Garrison?” she murmured sleepily.
“Shh, I'm here. Go back to sleep.”
“Is everything all right?”
My hand cupped her breast, noticeably larger in my palm, then slid down over her still flat belly and over her hot mound. “Everything's fine.”
“Pringle?” she asked.
“He's all taken care of. You don't have to worry about a thing but making this baby and pleasing my cock.”
She rolled over so she faced me. By the light of the moon through the window, I could just make out her face. As her hand ran down over my belly, I realized she wasn't as sleepy as I thought. Her hand gripped my cock and it hardened instantly.
“I'm already making the baby, so how can I please your cock?”
I loved the soft lilt to her voice, the tight squeeze of her little hand, the press of her breasts against my chest. I was exactly where I wanted to be. Well, almost, for a minute later, when I slid into her slick heat, I knew I was truly home.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Who doesn't love the romance of the old West? Vanessa Vale takes the sensual appeal of rugged cowboys a step further with her bestselling books set in the Montana Territory. They are much more than just sexy historical westerns. They're deliciously naughty reads that sometimes push the boundaries of fantasy. It's pure escapism with quite a few very hot, very alpha cowboys.
When she's not writi
ng, Vanessa savors the insanity of raising two boys, is figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker, and teaches a pretty mean karate class. She considers herself to be remarkably normal, exceedingly introverted and fairly vanilla, which does not explain her steamy stories and her fascination with cowboys, preferably more than one at a time. If that weren't enough, she also writes under the pen name, Vanessa Dare.
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