by Nicole Snow
He's testing me, I realized. Wants to see how eager, how willing I really am. He needs to be absolutely sure there aren't any second doubts. Hell, maybe he wants to see if I'm up for pleasing him, or if I'm just another conquest.
I wrapped my fingers around his hot girth and squeezed. He groaned, apparently satisfied, and I slowly formed a sleeve with my fingers. The thin, pearly pre-come running out his cock coated my fingers. I used it the same way he used my wetness, guiding it along his flesh, stroking him up and down with his own essence.
God, he felt incredible in my hands. Better still with a little natural lube. The heat beneath his flesh was much more intense than anything I'd imagined, and his muscular length jerked when I nudged the right spots, pouring more slick fluid over my fingers.
His hips started to rock into my hand. I planted myself on my knees, leaned forward, and put my lips to his swollen head.
I looked up, wondering if I needed to ask. The raw heat on his face was a resounding no, and so was the single bead of sweat rolling down his temple.
Smiling, I parted my lips, flicking my tongue against his tip. He jerked harder in my hand. My signal to bring my mouth down, wrapping my lips tight around him. It was the way I'd always heard to take a man from girls I knew with experience.
“Holy fuck! You're killing me, baby!” A rough hand settled on my head, nudging me deeper onto his shaft. “Yeah, just like that. Is every part of you this tight?”
I moaned my answer, pushing the tip of my tongue around his head when I rose up. Learning fast was my specialty, and this was the kinda learning I adored.
Clay rolled his head across his broad shoulders when I deepened my licks. Tonguing his crown sent shivers through his muscular body. I felt them curl through his thighs, where one hand rested.
The other hand cupped his balls and squeezed. New pressure sent extra pre-come leaking into my mouth. It had his rich, spicy, masculine notes too, and I swallowed it in little gulps.
Time passed. I cleared my mind and focused on his pleasure, moving my tight, wet lips up his big cock again and again. His breath hitched, and he shifted his hips fiercer, surrendering to the storm building in his hard body.
“Oh, Nellie – oh, fuck!” His fingers plucked at my hair and lifted my head back. “I can't waste myself in your sweet mouth right now. Just because you've got me all riled up doesn't mean I've forgotten about the main prize...”
One look in his eyes told me exactly what that prize was.
It's time.
Goodbye, girlhood. Goodbye, virgin ignorance.
Hello, pleasure. Hello, carnal wisdom. Hello, Mister Badass, ravaging me from within.
His rough, calloused palms grabbed my thighs and parted them. He laid me back and got between my legs, feeding the new tension between us with another fiery kiss.
Clay kissed deep, slow, wedging his length against my slit. He hissed pure steam in his latest kiss, and I moaned, swallowing his fire. Anything he pushed into my body felt like a miracle – breath, flesh, saliva, or seed.
“Come on,” I whispered, grinding playfully against his length. “I want to give it to you, Clay. I want to be yours.”
I stopped just short of growling I want to fuck, but the way I moved my hips said everything.
And those bucking, wet rolls? Big mistake. The heat inside me turned voracious.
I trembled beneath him, sweating like we were deep in a sauna. The humid night wasn't even half of it either.
Clay turned and looked quickly over his shoulder at the dresser behind him. I figured he must've been thinking about something – probably a condom.
“No!” I grabbed his wrist. “I want it natural. I'm willing to take the risk if you are...please. I need it now. Nothing between us.”
Lust does incredible things to a woman in pure, knee trembling heat. I was well past that, past all sanity. I not only wanted him deep inside me, unprotected, and completely wild.
I fucking needed him like that. I burned to feel it, just this once, and I said a silent prayer in the slow seconds when he turned back to me and pressed his forehead to mine.
“Shit, Nellie. You have any idea what you're asking? How fucking bad I want that? Don't toy with me, girl.” A growl left his throat.
“Last chance to take it back. Cause if you don't in the next five seconds, I'm gonna shove my cock into you, fuck you to the floor, and fill you with my seed. I won't pull out, baby. I'll claim your sweet little womb without looking back.”
Oh, fuck. His words alone forced my hips up and down, higher and wetter, gliding over his length. I moaned, shaking, so drunk on adrenaline and desire I couldn't even think.
His hips pushed up to mine, battering me open. He shifted his angle, aiming his cock at my opening, and then he sank inside me with a slow, steady push.
“Clay!” I threw my hands over his neck and pushed his mouth to my breast. “There. Fuck me.”
He grunted loudly when he was all the way inside. I was too old and active to have any serious barriers to my first cock, but my flesh stretched taut, shifting uncomfortably to accommodate his huge size.
For a moment, I stopped and cried out. Bright red heat flared through me, uncertain and a little painful.
Fight through it. Fuck him. You're made to squeeze babies out of that thing...I don't care how big he is. You can take him.
And take him, I did.
My whole body convulsed when he sank to my depths, pushing his swollen head against my womb.
Clay flicked my nipples with his tongue one last time.
I looked at him, ready to ask if it was always like this, but he silenced me with a ferocious kiss before I could. All my breath was stolen in his lips. His tongue pushed into my mouth, mirroring the way his cock had taken me down below.
His hips pulled back and slowly rolled forward again, this time a little harder. I winced, the stars building my vision alternating pleasure and pain.
I saw fireworks. This time, they were all inside me, bright fires lit by his perfection.
He broke the kiss and looked at me. I think he sensed the difficulty my virgin body was having taking him. He shifted, making a little room for his hand.
Clay found my clit with one thumb and smothered it. Slow, ragged circles started as he held it there, letting the natural rhythm of our fucking guide the strokes.
Pleasure came roaring back, engulfing the faint growing pains. Before I knew it, my hips were rising to meet his, grinding into his thumb, just as my sex swallowed him up each time he came forward.
“Fucking hell, Nellie. You're tighter and wetter than anything I ever had. I can't believe you're mine.
Just can't believe it.”
I opened my eyes. I was the one struggling to believe he'd really said those words, but the sudden intake of breath and spark in his eyes told me he wasn't lying.
He took his hand away and propped himself up, fully covering my small body with his. My legs wrapped around him. His hard warmth was amazing beneath my calves.
The tempo of his strokes quickened. My clit didn't need his thumb anymore to sizzle. Now, each time he hit my very depths, there was a numb kind of lightning, growing a little sharper and sweeter with every thrust.
My sex clenched hard. He fucked me deeper, increasing the angle between us, all the better to slam his hips into mine. We meshed like pistons, and I'd fully opened for him, suddenly relishing the way he slammed so hard and deep.
I couldn't take it for more than a few seconds when his speed kicked up another notch. Clay pinned me down as he felt me tighten around his cock. His big hands wrapped around my wrists and threw them to the bed.
My hips went fucking crazy. I convulsed beneath him, howling over the steady, shrill squeaks of the old springs beneath us.
It seemed like the whole house was shaking as this orgasm swallowed me up, pulling me into its hot white undertow.
Clay grunted again and again. His hands came off my wrists – the spasms ripping through me took over, hold
ing me steady – and he lifted me by the ass instead, dragging me onto his fullness.
His strokes picked up, harder and faster than before. It was like he was using my whole body to jerk himself off, plying my flesh open, increasing the toe curling spasms around his cock.
I was just starting to come off my high when I heard him grunt. He threw his head back, and my ankles hooked into his ass felt it turn to stone.
I knew he was coming, and it set me off instantly, before I even felt the first molten splash of his seed.
His come shot deep, hurling up into me. Hot and quick as fire, he came, and I did too. My second orgasm was harder, blinding in its intensity.
My senses faded, everything except the hard suck of my velvet around his cock, drawing new strands of come deep inside me. The flood came, filling my emptiness in thick ropes. He wasn't halfway through when I felt it sliding out between the crease where we were fused together, steaming onto the sheets below.
God, he'd really emptied himself. Better, I made him do it, my plush body, overloading his with pure pleasure.
Clay collapsed on top of me, holding himself up with his hands. My breasts smashed against his big chest, much to my delight.
He caught himself before he crushed me. I raised my lips to his, loving the way he lingered inside me, even if he wasn't hard as steel anymore.
We kissed. Every other time our lips met, his hips jerked a little, as if he were pushing his seed deeper into me, working it into my womb.
Holy shit. This isn't just fucking, or even making love. This is outright mating.
The idea scared me, but it also made me burn like nothing else. He might have just sired a baby in me, and the taboo possibility plucked at my nerves. I whimpered beneath him as more kisses came.
Was it just my imagination, or was he getting harder again?
I knew when he threw his hips into mine. This time, he fucked like he was grinding himself into me.
His short pubic hair created a delicious friction on my clit, kindling a quicker, rougher fire inside me.
I threw my calves over his legs again and held on tight.
“Fuck, baby, it's a sin how good you feel. Doesn't fucking matter. I'd go to hell and back for this pussy. It's all mine now, isn't it?” He stopped, holding himself in me mid-stroke.
I moaned out a nonsense answer, but it wasn't good enough. He didn't start driving himself into me until I said the magic word.
“Yes!”
All he needed. Pure fire shot up through my womb, blanketing every square inch of my body in lava.
I was drowning in his hard, tattooed body, dying in this pleasure.
And I didn't want it to stop for a single second. I could only fight fire with fire, fucking up at him, tightening my muscles to suck and clench at my cock.
My greedy, base instincts had switched on. Inside me, shy old Nellie threw her hands up and begged me not to do this, to pull back from the edge before it was too late.
Unfortunately for her, it already was. If his seed was meant to knock me up tonight, then I was going to milk as much out of his beautiful body as I could.
I jerked at him like a wild animal, my growls beginning to match his. Fucking harder, slower, we dripped sweat and caused the whole house to echo with our pleasure. We rocked together, killing the springs beneath us.
Faster. Rougher. Shriller. Our tempo only fractured when he seized up and roared.
“Fuck, baby! Here it fucking comes. Take it all, little girl!” His words slurred into stiff, molten release.
I was ready this time. My orgasm fired into his, collecting more of his seed, surrendering to take his come.
We sweated, thrashed, and came together, two bodies twitching to one relentless current.
When it was over, he rolled off me. I felt our fluids trickling out of me, and instinctively closed my thighs to stop it.
“Holy fuck, girl. I've never been beat from two rolls like this...who the hell are you?”
I looked at him and smiled, using his chest as a pillow. He ran his fingers through my hair. Before long, the strokes slowed, and I heard him snoozing gently above.
It was okay. While he slept, I turned my face up, planting a kiss on his tired lips.
“I'm the one you've been waiting for, Mister Samuels. I'll make a new life with you if it's the last thing I do.”
III: Dizzy
Adjusting to life on his small, lonely ranch wasn't as hard as I expected. Clay had way less than Daddy, but his place was peaceful and quiet.
I was used to the distant roar of tractors and trucks driving around our property, just outside the perimeter of our living space. I awoke the next morning next to him, listening to birds tweet in the early morning light.
Clay took me outside and introduced me to his animals. I volunteered to help him clean things up in the big barn – the least I could do since I'd effectively moved in with him.
I'd always been a country girl at heart, money aside, and now I was truly living the life. Daddy never let me get my hands dirty.
Working with Clay's horses was a thrill. Hadn't been so happy since my charity work last summer.
Mornings at the Samuels ranch became a joy. The work was hard, especially with the high summer heat beating down on our backs. Morning and noon, I returned to the house to hone my cooking skills, making big omelets and thick sandwiches to keep our energy up.
It was simple, and the stress of pleasing people for appearances was finally off my back. I only had to take care of the chores in between making Clay as happy as possible.
Whatever I was doing, it was working. He hadn't turned me out yet, and our couplings in the bedroom hadn't slowed down one bit.
The only thing better than relaxing after a hard day of work was going upstairs with him. I couldn't imagine where the energy reserve came from, but he found it.
Somehow, someway, he was reborn as soon as he took my clothes off, throwing himself at me like a buck in rut. He spread my legs or sometimes mounted me on my hands and knees, fucking like the sexist machine alive until he growled and tensed, always emptying himself deep inside me.
“Let's get one thing straight, baby,” he whispered one night. “You're gonna get a ring on your finger and a tattoo with my name soon. But it's not enough. You will get pregnant, Nellie. I'm going to put a baby inside you so you're mine forever.”
He kissed me deep. I steamed at his crazy confidence, bordering on arrogance. Just his words seemed like enough to drop panties and make me his, pregnant and owned.
Maybe that's because they truly had that power. The last empty vestiges of my old life sunk a little deeper with every tender kiss and rough stroke of his cock inside me.
I was losing myself, becoming someone else.
Smarter? Better? More in tune with the life I'd always wanted?
I didn't know yet. Regardless, it didn't feel like there was any stopping it. Deep down inside, I didn't want to put the brakes on for a second.
I wanted him to do every wicked thing he promised. I wanted to become his in every way, bride and mother to his child.
Next time you see Daddy, he'll have to rethink things or write you out of your inheritance. Hopefully he won't say no to a full pregnant belly.
My father's incredible and stubborn silence since I'd left our old home was the one dark cloud hanging over the private heaven I shared with Clay. He had to know I'd taken off with the badass cowboy, but he hadn't even called, let alone shown up.
He didn't get it. Clay wasn't the bastard scum the stuffy, wealthier class in the countryside claimed he was. Hell, remembering the way Daddy and his rich neighbors pinned my man as a despicable devil made me want to march back home and make sure he gave my birthright to somebody else.
The summer burned, incessant and seemingly endless. Then one day the cool breeze blew in from the mountains, and the leaves on all the trees gave up their green, developing a hot bright blaze.
Same time morning sickness hit me like a punch to t
he gut. Clay was away for most of the day. He'd been called away by some local to help with the apple orchard.
I hauled my sorry butt into Cherry Tree Pharmacy with the older truck he'd loaned me. My basket held a pregnancy test and a bottle of sweet tea, and it was the most surreal feeling in the world.
Rounding the corner to pick up a couple small items for the house, I came face to face with Daddy.
My heart nearly ripped out of my chest. He stiffened, mustache twitching, and then opened his mouth to say my name.
“Nellie? It's really you. My God...” He shook his head, collecting his wits. “It's not too late to come home.”
“No. I have a different home now, and you know it.” Anger boiled in my belly. After avoiding me for months, that was the first thing he said?
“You screwed up trying to decide my life, Daddy. I'm in control now, enjoying every second.”
Daddy's eyes dropped to the basket. He saw the pregnancy test. His skin instantly went through several shades of red and pale white.
“Jesus! You can't tell me you're...”
He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. I turned away, sickened and mortified. Having this test confirm the inevitable should've been a happy occasion. But of course, he was fucking ruining it, ruining the beauty Clay and I had together.
“That's none of your business,” I whispered, glancing at the nearby pharmacy worker with her back turned to us. If he laid a hand on me, I swore I'd scream to get her attention.
“Listen, Nellie, everybody makes mistakes. It's gonna take some time to realize yours. I get that. But if you ever want to come home, the door's wide open. You can even bring the baby...I don't care who his daddy is. When you're ready to put this bullshit behind us, you let me know.”
Tears burned at my eyes. I held my limbs close, fisting the basket's handle so hard I shook. I waited for him to say something worse, something vile to deepen the stab at my heart.
Nothing.
I turned around, and Daddy was gone. I threw tissues in the basket and rounded the aisle to checkout, expecting to see him there. He'd vanished like a ghost.
