If only he held her bound with such a simple touch, she could have survived the rolling sea of orgasms he wrecked over her, but those fingers…
“Oh, God.” Hailey squealed and panted through another press of his fingertip against that magical spot that made her light up like a sparkler on the Fourth of July. Whining through the torment, Hailey’s body clenched yet again at the hard demand he drove into her ravaged sheath as he fucked that tender stretch of flesh.
With a squealed cry, she lost all control of her motions as he pumped her exhausted body to even greater heights. Sweet God above, she hated him for it. The damn barbarian waged war on her pussy, turning pleasure into a pain so fine that it could barely be endured.
Each breath had become its own carnal temptation, shocking oxygen back into the inferno to feed the flames that just scorched higher and higher as Kyle tirelessly drove her toward release. She ached even as she claimed her satisfaction, ached for the final climax that would just bring this torment to an end.
Just for a moment, she tasted the faint sweetness of relief as his mouth lifted, leaving her a decimated mess over his bed. Limp with no energy to put thoughts into words, Hailey could do little more than roll her head in denial as she felt him crawling up her body. She just needed a moment, one moment, but Kyle gave her none as his hands pulled her hips down, holding her open as he settled himself into position.
Giving her a simple warning rub, he had her whimpering. Every grind of his hard muscles unleashed a torrent of tremors through her own. The scrape of the coarse hairs tufted over his body felt like a pin prick against her flushed skin. Her body vibrated with need and panic as the head of Kyle’s battering ram that kissed the weeping entrance of her pussy.
“Please, I…I,” she murmured over and over again desperate now at the feel of her body rousing again to the thirst, the need. It would consume her whole this time. The very idea fed fear into her lust and she struck out blindly at Kyle. It only took him one hand to restrain both of hers and only took one searing inch to have her legs clenching to a still as her whole body bowed under his invasion.
Her body went into full riot when he stopped, warring with itself. Knowing the pleasure would be the end of her didn’t stop her cunt from trying its damndest to suck him all the way in. Nor did it keep her legs from climbing his hips to clench and jerk in a not-too-subtle demand for more.
Bastard didn’t give it to her.
Her eyes opened as her mouth searched for the words, but the sounds froze on her lips when she caught the look in his eyes. They gleamed out of the darkness of the night, shining with predatory intent. Pinned by his gaze, Hailey could feel the very words moving through his chest as they pierced through her lust to her very soul.
“This pussy belongs to me.”
Hailey screamed as he took sudden and complete possession of her body. For that scorching second, she held a glimmer of hope that this might be the final act in a night wrung out way past her endurance. It sizzled into an aching revelation that he didn’t plan to fulfill the promise his ruthless invasion had made. No. Kyle had only upped the ante in his war.
“Please, Kyle, just end it. Please, I can’t.”
Giving in to the begging he’d vowed to claim earlier didn’t end it. It only seemed to provoke him as he knelt back, dragging her up his knees until his hard thighs cushioned her ass. With her spread out over his lap, he towered overhead, staring down at where their bodies joined.
Hailey couldn’t even think for want, but when his thumbs brushed open her folds and his finger flicked her abused clit, Hailey managed to pop out a rational thought in the sudden scream that contracted through her body.
“You fucking asshole!”
He retaliated instantly by spinning her clit into a firestorm of unheralded proportions. Speared over the thick, hard length of his cock, her cunt spasmed and sucked before demanding her hips to fuck it against the steel rod. She couldn’t stop it. Even knowing how he must delight at having her screw herself against him, Hailey needed this, needed him to fricken—
“Move!”
Intentionally misunderstanding, his hips sped up the little rolling motions, grinding his dick harder and faster against her clit, making her heave and scream as she tried to match the frantic motion with her bucking hips. So close…so damn close.
The tension had just started to leave her muscles as the roiling pit of need searing her cunt simmered down. Her pussy ached, pulsing against the unforgiving dick stretching her wide, but it was a bearable pain. Tolerable until the bastard plunged her into the darkened abyss of forbidden delights as he fucked two sticky fingers straight up her ass.
Her jaw fell as her eyes bulged. The sudden penetration sent a riot of sensual pleasures tingling with the strong claws of pain racing over her body in a physical quiver. Hailey tried to breathe through the sensation, unsure if she liked it or didn’t, but held paralyzed by the sheer excitement of wondering just what happened next.
“Kyle?” Her voice quivered and broke on that barely audible whisper. No soothing, tender response greeted her. Instead her gaze connected with the Cattleman she’d been dumb enough to crawl into bed with.
“Oh, yeah, darlin’,” Kyle snarled. “I’m gonna stretch this ass good, ’cause one day I’m going be riding it hard, and you’re going to be cussing, spitting, and loving every damn inch.”
In proof of that, he started giving her a few of them. Those wicked fingers pressed down on the thin stretch of skin that separated them from the cock pumping her sheath raw, making a symphony of pleasure sing out from her womb as she praised the gloriousness of fucking.
Sliding, grinding, she didn’t care about the details anymore. Like a hound after a rabbit, she chased down her orgasm full-speed. Greeting each one of his measured thrusts with her own hard slam, she fucked herself against both dick and hand in an ever-spiraling rhythm that matched the tightening bands of tension bearing down all over her.
Then, sweet mercy, they snapped, and she went flying straight into the heavens, finally touching the stars that had always waned just out of reach.
* * * *
Kyle let Hailey get away with stealing an orgasm simply because she held him transfixed by her release. The little wanton took to his fingers like a duck did to water, bringing to life his greatest fantasy. Having trained more than enough slaves’ asses for the riding, he knew a virgin when he stretched his fingers into one.
Knew, too, the delights of being the first man to plunder such depths, but to carry that honor with Hailey, to be the man who tamed and controlled all her forbidden desires, that was a prize Kyle had only ever dreamed to hold. Dream of it he had, and all of those fantasies had him branding her pussy in a much different position.
It hurt to pull free of her cunt, so sweetly needy. Even in its already sobbing state the velvety walls of her sheath clamped down in a vain attempt to hold on to him. A sentiment not echoed by its owner, who muttered and helped him by trying to roll away.
Kyle watched as Hailey crawled, righting herself along the bed until she final reached a pillow. Then with a great shuddering sigh, she crashed down, no doubt on her way to passing out. The little thing really needed a lot of training.
She just didn’t understand any of the fundamental rules, Kyle happily lamented as he crawled up behind her, pushing her legs out of his way. At least she’d done him the curtsy of falling down on her stomach. It made it very easy to reassume his old position, but this time, just as he always fantasized, with her bent over his knees and totally at his mercy.
He knew the second she got a clue. It was the same moment he took repossession of what was his. Sliding back into her pussy was like walking into Heaven. It cast a warm, homey, content glow over him that made him wonder just how long a man could live inside a woman’s body. However long, it wasn’t long enough, especially when the woman got grumpy.
“Kyle, I’m tired,” Hailey whined into the pillow as she tried to pull away.
There was nowhere
for her to go with the head board blocking her way. Instead of answering, Kyle gave her his response in the slow, steady sway of his hips as he finally settled in to fuck his woman good and proper.
Reveling in her pleas, Kyle gave himself over to the sweet friction that sizzled pure pleasure down the length of his shaft with every escalating pass of his cock through her cunt. Harder and faster, the burning in his balls drove him until finally the tension boiled up and popped, drowning him in ecstasy. Still Kyle couldn’t stop. The pleasure only spurred him on even harder as he savaged the cunt trying to milk the very need from his balls.
Freed of a sense of civility or decency, Kyle hounded after the release that sparkled in the horizon. Knowing that only Hailey could deliver him to such glory, he fucked her as no man ever had dared, forcing her to carry him where no other woman could.
Splitting her ass cheeks wide, he didn’t give her a moment to wonder before he pumped his fingers back into her delicious rear. He was rewarded with a scream and soul-searing suck of her cunt even as her hips bucked that perfect ass up onto his hands. That’s all she had to do, ask for it. Kyle was more than ready to give it to her.
Give it to himself really because that’s what he did, gave in to his need. Unleashed it consumed him, forcing him to strain every muscle as he rode her so hard the bed creaked, slamming into the wall in a rapid pattern that only ended with a deafening roar as his balls exploded under the strain. Over and over, he drove himself into her as he felt his very soul melting out of his body.
He flooded her spasming cunt until they both shattered, tipping over with the force of the aftermath to land in a sweaty mess on their sides. There, finally, Kyle managed to latch on to enough dignity to roll clear of her and issue one final, yawning warning.
“That was a good start, darlin’.” He gave her an absentminded pat on the ass. “Take a breath and be ready to go again in thirty minutes.”
Chapter 7
Feeling like she’d been flattened by a road roller, Hailey just laid there staring at the ceiling. The humid wind of Kyle’s breath dampened her shoulder as he napped beside her. He might be all curled up and content, but Hailey wasn’t. Not with Kyle’s words echoing in her head.
Be ready to go in thirty minutes…ready to go.
It rang like an alarm bell, rousing her weary body with the panic. Had she just won? Or had he?
Be ready to go? Men only spoke like that to a sure thing. If Kyle thought she’d fallen enough off her rocker to land in that pile, he had another thing coming. She really didn’t feel like getting up, and the idea of round two had a certain appeal.
That didn’t change the fact that, for sanity and pride’s sake, this probably should be the only time she rolled out of Kyle’s bed naked and sore. Because next time it might be Cole and Kyle’s bed, her inner worrier pointed out.
As annoying as her inner voice might be, it had it right. She needed to get the hell out of here before Cole came home and woke Kyle up for the second round. The thrill that threat sent through her leaked down her leg along with the rest of their spent passion.
It didn’t matter how much she wanted to rush, Hailey needed a shower. Hot, extremely hot water beating down on her like a tiny million fists as it shoot out of a full-sized shower head, that’s what Hailey dreamed of as she stood beneath the lukewarm trickle Kyle’s shower put out. The thing had barely enough pressure to wash the evidence of spent passion from her body.
At least the pathetically weak stream didn’t lure her into delaying. Breaking her record with a less than five minute shower, Hailey found herself stumbling over the next hurdle as she waltzed back into Kyle’s room—clothes.
Hers lay in tatters across his floor. Her panties and shirt could no longer serve their function, which meant sucking it up and having to dig into Kyle’s closet for a shirt.
Kyle’s shirt. Hailey stared at them all in a row. Wearing one would probably be like being wrapped in his embrace, and just how warm and soothing would it be to snuggle into his hardness?
Swallowing down the weakness buzzing in her knees, Hailey considered she had a bad romantic streak showing through. In all likelihood, he’d be bragging tomorrow.
Who knew how Cole would take the news? If this was some kind of joke, he’d be around tomorrow to laugh. If not, he’d probably show up all sorts of pissed. Either way would be better than having him show up here now with her wearing nothing but jeans and a bra.
Hailey considered that she really needed to stop tempting fate with her thoughts as it answered with a squeal of breaks in the drive. Tripping over her feet as she stumbled toward the window, she prayed to a higher authority than the fickleness of fate.
Oh, please, oh, please, God, don’t let it be…Cole. The sight of a street light glinting off the row of spotlights over the square frame of his mammoth truck had Hailey sucking in a squeaky breath. He hadn’t come alone, which went to show that God was taking messages tonight.
Hailey stumbled back from the horrifying sight of a second pick-up crowding in behind Cole’s.
Two Cattlemen? Try three, dumbass!
She was so beyond screwed now. If they caught her, realized just what she was doing here…and how could they not know? She was only wearing a fricken bra!
Unsure and beyond reason, protective instincts swooped in to save her as the heavy footfalls vibrated across the front porch and through Kyle’s wall. The murmur of male voices harmonized with the scraping of the key in the front door lock.
Even as her frenzied fear crested, Hailey dove for the cover of the bathroom and the idiotic notion that it provided any more safety than Kyle’s room. Clicking off the light, she sank back, deep into the shadows of the far door as female laughter began to twine around the sound of the men.
They broke through clearer now as the group shoved through the front door. All too quickly, the voices separated, becoming distinct as they closed in on her location. Each click and clack of their footsteps treading down the hall sent another drop of terror rolling down her spine.
What the hell had I gotten myself into?
“Kyle?”
Cole.
“Where the hell is Kyle?” That sounded like GD, an old friend of sorts.
“Probably passed out drunk.” Even at the distance, Hailey could hear the disgust in Cole’s tone. “He’s been acting all sorts of funny lately. I’ve been telling him he just needs a good screw.”
“Leave him alone, Cole,” GD barked. “Kyle don’t want none of this or he would have come out with us earlier.”
“There ain’t no harm in asking.” Cole sounded unnecessarily annoyed, muttering something else she didn’t catch.
“Don’t you worry about him, honey.” That was the woman, giggling and making Hailey’s stomach turn in outright revulsion as she continued. “I know how to take care of Kyle, just like I do you two.”
Oh, shit.
They’d come home for an orgy. At just that moment, as Kyle’s door banged open, Hailey knew exactly what they would see. The remains of an orgy already good and done. Even as they stormed into the bedroom, Hailey had already started to fumble with the doorknob behind her. Only one door separated her from Cole. That’s how close she stood to having the worst night in all her years.
“See,” Cole snorted. “Passed out drunk.”
“But you were wrong about the screwing.” GD sounded so damn smug. “Check these out, Kyle got himself a pink panty girl.”
The door behind her gave way, and she was sliding through the crack even as heavy footsteps followed Cole’s horrifying question. “Wasn’t the bathroom light on?”
Hailey managed to make it behind the second door not a moment before the first one banged open. He didn’t give her any time to shut it, and Hailey quivered as light flooded out of the gap between it and its frame.
“Why’s that door open?”
Hailey didn’t know what exactly happened next. Her mind stopped recording things the second her heart stopped, which was before he
completed his question. All she knew was she dove, slid, and ended up tucked into the shadows of the wall, cramped under a bed.
“What are you looking for?”
That voice sounded so familiar, and if she could just get her heart to stop pounding so loudly she might be able to identify just who wore those strappy red heels.
“Nothing,” Cole grunted, but Hailey didn’t believe him.
“He was looking for Kyle’s little girl.” That was definitely GD’s work boots pushing past Cole’s. “He get’s cranky when Kyle don’t share.”
“No need to get cranky, baby.” Little miss pink toenails crowded next to Cole’s black boots. “And you did promise to share me.”
Crack.
The sharp spank followed a giggle as miss five-inch heels went teetering backward.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to touch me, did I, darlin’?”
“No, master.”
Oh, God, I’m gonna be sick.
“You know what you earned?”
“A punishment.”
Hailey highly doubted that’s what the woman expected, or she wouldn’t have sounded half as thrilled at the prospect.
“Get your ass out them clothes, darlin’, and get in position.”
There were things worse than being caught, Hailey realized as the second a man’s T-shirt hit the floor. GD’s and he pressed the bed down a good four inches when he settled in to work at the laces of his boots. When a woman’s shirt hit the floor on the opposite side, Hailey smirked.
Well, at least that problem is taken care of.
She just had to wait until they all got good and distracted. Then she could steal the shirt and crawl for freedom. How long could it really take them? They were Cattlemen, and after her very recent experience, it seemed that in five minutes all three should be happily absorbed. Then she’d be good to go.
* * * *
It took them over two hours. Two hours of listening to Cole and GD put the poor woman though a hell that made what Kyle did to her seem like a pittance. Listening to the “paces they put her through” had a worse side effect than just being the most mortifying experience of her life.
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