Little Jessy & The Cowboy (Western Age Play Romance) (My Little World Book 6)

by Becca Little

  “You’re teasing me…” I muttered as he slid his tongue to the edge of my pussy and then moved it towards my thighs.

  “I’m just letting you imagine what you’re about to feel.” He pulled his lips away and grinned at me.

  I nodded in understanding and he started to move his tongue along my thighs even faster. Each time I started to feel like my pussy was going to overflow with my yearning, he finally let his tongue slid up the center of my slit. When he got to my vaginal cavity, he pushed his tongue inside and started to mix his saliva with my natural wetness. It felt like heaven. His tongue started to move faster, pressing against my vaginal cavity and entering it several times as he worked his way up and down my slit.

  “That’s what it felt like for you?” I gripped the couch. “I want you to feel like that all the time.”

  “Not quite…” He pulled his tongue free. “It was more like this.”

  His tongue moved up my slit to the tight knot of flesh that sat on top of it. It always seemed to be extra sensitive when I touched it. He pushed away the protective layer of skin above the knot and circled it with his tongue. I thought I had died and went to heaven in an instant. My head rolled back in my head and my whole body tensed up. He stayed focused on it with his tongue, moving around it faster and faster as I started to rock forward with my hips. The pressure and the pleasure building inside of me started to reach a boiling point.

  “I can’t take much more…” I muttered through my quivering lips.

  I had brought myself to the point of ultimate pleasure when I touched myself, but it usually didn’t come with so much long, drawn out ecstasy. I felt like I was suspended there in that moment, his tongue keeping me on the edge of feeling that sensation, but not quite enough to push me over. His tongue slowed down and he just left me there twisting my hips and squirming against the couch as my body screamed for the same quick motion he was doing before. He moved away from the sensitive spot and started pushing his tongue into my vaginal cavity again. It was much wetter after my brief trip to paradise.

  “More of the other…” I pushed myself down against his lips, trying to get his tongue where I craved it most.

  “Anticipation is part of it.” He pulled his tongue away for a moment so he could speak and then pressed it to my pussy again.

  The pressure started to release and the pleasure was mild, slowly building back up as he worked his tongue around the rest of my pussy, avoiding the spot that brought me to the most satisfaction. He did that for several minutes before he finally started to move his tongue closer. I gripped the couch with one hand and ran my other one through his hair. The second his tongue touched the sensitive spot again, I felt like I was going to erupt. The teasing had made it even more sensitive and I was overwhelmed with the pleasure his tongue brought me. Once he started on it again, it didn’t take me long to feel that sweet release I was craving. My pussy spasmed, my body rolled forward, and I started to pant as the feeling erupted from me. It took me up and down a wave of bliss until it finally started to fade.

  “Incredible…” Words slipped through my tired lips that felt almost numb when I spoke.

  He stretched out beside me and his strong arms wrapped around my body. I felt like I was radiating heat and my muscles were almost stuck in a permanent state of relaxation. I stayed in his arms, enjoying the afterglow of what he had done and the gentleness of his touch. His fingers moved along my body, keeping me awake and on the edge of my senses, but making me even more relaxed. I felt myself drifting off to sleep, but it was more of a haze in my head that filled with thoughts of what we had done.

  “Are you ready for bed?” His fingers moved along my scalp, sliding through my hair and pushing it away from my face.

  “I don’t want to sleep alone…” I moved closer to him. “Will you stay and sleep next to me after my spanking?”

  “You won’t get a spanking tonight.” He kissed my cheek lightly. “You were a very good girl for me tonight.”

  “That sounds great.” I smiled and nodded.

  After we lay on the couch for a little longer, he took me upstairs to my bedroom. He undressed and for the first time I got to see his naked body. He looked like one of the statues I had seen in a book at the library when my father would drop me off while he shopped for supplies. We crawled into bed and I snuggled next to him. It just felt right. I felt safe, like nothing in the world could ever harm me again. It felt a little strange to go to bed without a spanking, especially after receiving them daily for so long. In an odd way, I missed it. I certainly didn’t miss the pain that went with them, but I never realized until that moment how much they allowed me to release pent up emotions. I hoped he wasn’t going to stop them completely…

  Chapter 11

  That night was the beginning of something new with us. We pleasured each other every chance we got, sometimes several times per day. My body was always ready for his touch and the moment he was done, I was thinking about the next time his tongue would bring me to the moment of ultimate satisfaction he called an orgasm. Winter came, with many nights in front of the fire staying warm in our own special way. He had to go to town a few times a month and he always returned with new gifts for me. Sometimes it was special chocolate from the general store, sometimes it was a new dress styled like the ones I always wore when I was his Little Jessy, but one day he left early in the day and didn’t return.

  I sat on the porch, worried to death as the day started to give way to dusk. I started to worry I had done something wrong and pushed him away or he had found someone else to keep him warm at night. As my fears started to overwhelm me, I saw a horse in the distance. I hopped up to my feet, happy that he was returning. I put my hand over the edge of my brow and as the rider got closer, I realized it wasn’t my Daddy. The rider was on a brown horse and his clothes were black. I walked down the steps as I recognized Sheriff Boyd’s trademark badge glimmering in the remainder of the day’s light.

  “Sheriff Boyd?” I walked over to him. “Is everything okay?”

  “Good evening Ms. Cartwright.” The sheriff slung his leg over his horse and dropped to the ground. “I need to speak with you about something.”

  “Sure.” I nodded, feeling my heart racing in my chest. “Would you like some tea?”

  “That would be great, I always loved your mama’s tea. Do you make it like she did?” He smiled as he followed me up onto the porch.

  “I do.” I went inside and got another glass, along with the pitcher of tea. I was trying to be polite, but I was extremely worried.

  “Thank you miss.” He took it and sipped it with a smile. “Yep, that’s the best tea in the world right there.”

  “What is going on, Sheriff?” I sat down across from him, leaned forward with concern.

  “You’ve had a man out here with you since your mama died. He’s been handling things for you? A man named John Bradford.” It was about my Daddy. My concern grew stronger.

  “Yes sir.” I nodded quickly. “Did something happen to him?”

  “In a way.” She sheriff’s lips tightened. “I came out here because I respected both of your parents. John Bradford is an outlaw, Ms. Cartwright. That isn’t even his real name. Two lawmen from Oklahoma showed up in town a couple of days ago looking for him. I convinced them to stay put and wait for him to come to town in order to arrest him because I didn’t want you to get caught up in it.”

  “What!?” My face twisted and I felt tears in my eyes. “An outlaw? What did he do?”

  “A man that matches his description robbed several banks in Oklahoma about five years ago. They’ve got a pretty damn good sketch of him…” Sheriff Boyd pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to me.

  “Who is Travis Younger?” I unfolded the paper and stared at it. The man in the drawing looked like John, but it wasn’t his name at the bottom.

  “That’s his real name, Ms. Cartwright. That’s the name you know as John Bradford.” He shook his head back and forth with his age sho
wing in his tired expression. “I’m really sorry. He seemed like a good man and he never caused a bit of trouble when he was here, but if he did what they say, there’s nothing I can do.”

  “Where is he now?” I folded the paper up in my hands.

  “He’s locked up. The lawmen are hesitant to ride out until it gets a little warmer, but I told them they could keep him in my jail until then.” He sighed. “I figured you would want to see him before he was gone.”

  “Yes.” I shook my head up and down. “I’ll follow you back to town.”

  “Not tonight.” He held up his hand. “It’ll be dark before you get to town if you leave now. Come see me first thing in the morning.”

  Sheriff Boyd departed and as his horse rode away, I broke down in tears. I couldn’t believe the man in the sketch was actually John. I couldn’t believe a man as good as the one who had taken care of me could actually be some kind of outlaw. I finally walked back inside and got the fire going again. I sat on the couch and cried until my eyes had nothing left to give, just waiting for the sun to come up so I could leave. I finally walked upstairs and picked up one of his shirts, crawling into bed and clutching it tight against my chest. I couldn’t lose John. I couldn’t lose my Daddy.

  ***

  “He’s in here, Ms. Cartwright.” Sheriff Boyd motioned for me to follow him.

  “He shouldn’t have visitors.” A giant of a man stood up and blocked our path.

  “Relax, Caleb.” Sheriff Boyd held up his hand. “This is still my town and as long as he’s here, I’ll let anyone see him that I want.”

  The man in front of us stared Sheriff Boyd down and finally stepped out of the way after moving his eyes up and down my body. I had chosen a more suitable dress for town, which wasn’t as revealing as the ones I wore at home with my Daddy. It didn’t seem to be enough to stop the large lawman’s lustful gaze. I walked towards the cell and I saw John sitting with his head down, staring at the floor. He lifted his head when I approached and his lips tried to form a smile. I pulled a chair over and sat down beside his jail cell, watching as he moved close to the bars so he could talk to me.

  “Should I call you John—or Travis.” I narrowed my eyes trying to read his reaction.

  “I’m not Travis Younger.” He shook his head. “He’s my brother and I’ve been running from his shit since I was a teenager.”

  “Why didn’t you tell them that?” I wrapped my fingers around the bars and looked back at the lawman. “They can’t hold you here if you’re not even the man they’re looking for!”

  “It ain’t that easy, Jessy.” He sighed. “Travis Younger is my father’s bastard son. We’re the same age and if you had us side by side, you would think we were twins.”

  “Surely there has to be a record of this. I mean, how is it possible that nobody knows that?” My words were hurried and resonated my concern.

  “It’s complicated. Travis left home at an early age he didn’t live a good life. I didn’t even know he existed until some lawmen showed up at my family’s farm looking for me. I hunted him for a while, just trying to clear my name, but I was always on his heels, finding angry people that thought I was him wherever I went. I narrowly avoided being arrested so many times that I finally had to give up and just run…” He shook his head in anger. “I thought I had put enough miles between us.”

  “There has to be some way we can convince them.” My eyes started to swell with tears. “I can’t lose you.”

  “I don’t want to lose you either, but this terrible coincidence is my life. You’d best go back to the farm and forget about me. Once the weather breaks and we ride for Oklahoma, you’ll never see me again.” He reached out and put his hand on mine. “Just know I loved you, Jessy. The time we had together is worth every day I spend in prison, even if it is for the rest of my life. I always made it a point not to stay in one place for long, but you made me want to stay longer. I could have run at any time, but I didn’t want to leave you.”

  “This isn’t fair.” I shook my head as the tears rolled down my face.

  “Life…” He sighed. “Life isn’t fair. You know that better than anyone. You lost both of your parents at such a young age.”

  “But then you found me. You claimed me as your Little Jessy and you became my Daddy. I can’t lose that…” I clutched his hand tightly.

  “Okay, miss.” The lawman’s voice boomed. “Time to go.”

  “I’m sorry Ms. Cartwright.” Sheriff Boyd walked over and put his hand on my shoulder. “He’s right, you need to go.”

  “I love you John.” I said as my hand was pulled away.

  “I love you too, Jessy.” He reached out for my hand, but it was just out of his grasp as Sheriff Boyd walked me out of the room.

  Chapter 12

  I didn’t want to return home. If John was in town, I wanted to stay there with him as long as I could. I went to the bank and reviewed my books, taking out a little money for the things I needed in town. I rented a room at the hotel and paid for a week up front. I planned to stay that long, at least. When I was safe behind the door, I cried for a bit, just releasing some of my emotions. I eventually decided that I needed a drink. I wanted something to take the edge off of my grief and I remembered how the whiskey felt when I had it with John before my mother passed.

  “I’ll take a whiskey.” I pulled myself onto the stool.

  “Yes ma’am” The bartender turned over a glass and poured a generous serving. I slid some coins to him and started to sip it, feeling the harshness in my throat.

  I had never been inside the saloon. It smelled like piss and smoke, but the whiskey burned my nose enough that I didn’t really smell anything after I had a few sips. There weren’t many people there and the ones that were looked like they spent a lot of time getting lost in the whiskey. After I finished most of my glass, the swinging doors parted and the lawman I saw at the jail walked in. He scanned the room with his eyes and then his eyebrows raised when he saw me. He walked over and took a seat.

  “I’ll have a whiskey, and I’ll buy her another one too.” He motioned to my glass.

  “I don’t need anything from you.” My anger started to boil as I looked over at him.

  “You know I’m not the bad guy here—miss?” He tilted his head.

  “My name is Jessy Cartwright.” I replied with my lip flickering in disgust. “You don’t think you’re the bad guy? You just arrested an innocent man.”

  “It ain’t my job to figure out if someone is innocent. My job is to bring them back so the judge can figure it out. As far as I’m concerned though, Travis Younger is guilty as sin.” He lifted his glass and took a large gulp as the bartender refilled mine.

  “You’re right.” I nodded. “But you didn’t arrest Travis Younger.”

  “I’ve heard that story.” He let out a sigh as his lips wrinkled from the whiskey’s bite. “I just don’t believe it.”

  “Tell me this…” I sipped my whiskey and placed the glass down on the bar. “Let’s say I do believe it. What would I have to do to prove he isn’t Travis Younger?”

  “You’d have to find Travis Younger.” Caleb chuckled. “Good luck with that, since I already have him locked up.”

  “So, I need another lawman? One that believes the truth?” I narrowed my eyes at him with my anger still rising.

  “If you want to waste your money, be my guest.” He shrugged.

  “Thank you for the drink. I’ll be on my way.” I started to stand.

  “It’s going to be a cold night.” He put his hand on my leg. “If you get lonely and need someone to keep you warm, I’ll make you forget all about him.”

  “Don’t touch me.” I pulled away and walked out of the saloon. “He’s the only one who will ever touch me.”

  I heard Caleb laughing as I walked out of the saloon. I was angry, but I was determined. I believed John was telling me the truth and I didn’t believe for a minute he was the man they accused him of being. I thought about asking Sheriff Bo
yd for help, but since he was the only person who might be able to let me see John again before he was gone, I decided against it. I stood there fuming in my thoughts when the doors opened behind me. I heard a pair of boots on the steps and it sounded like one of his feet dragged against the floor. I turned around to see an older, rugged man holding his hat.

  “I couldn’t help but overhear.” The odor of whiskey was fresh and strong on his breath. “Back in my day, I was a Pinkerton. I hunted a lot of outlaws. I even went after Billy the Kid once, but that got me this limp.”

  “Do you know anyone that can help me?” He had my full attention.

  “I don’t know anyone foolish enough to ride out hunting an outlaw in the winter—anyone except me.” He smiled.

  “Travis Younger has eluded people for years…” I reached into the pocket on my dress and pulled out the sketch given to me by Sheriff Boyd.

  “Well it sounds to me like everyone was chasing the wrong man.” He took it from my hand. “Maybe they just didn’t know where to look.”

  “And you think you do?” I put my hands on my hips, feeling very skeptical.

  “I know a few people.” He folded the paper up. “The train comes tomorrow. You buy me a ticket to Oklahoma and I’ll figure this out for you. You can pay me whatever you think is fair when I get back.”

  “You’re serious?” I felt a slight twinge of hope building in my despair.

  “When there’s a reward, anyone who fits the description will do. I’ve seen that too many times. The worst thing in the world is an innocent man paying for someone else’s crime. That’s why I got out of that business and settled down here.” He sighed.