Kylie stared, both outrage and stunned disbelief roiling through her. “I don’t want to spend my life keeping you and your brothers righteous.”
“We’ll see, Sparks.”
“No, we won’t.” Kylie scowled. “It’s a damn effing waste of my time, trying to make other people behave.”
She witnessed it in his eyes, his decision to let the matter drop for now.
“No man has made you behave, have they?”
Kylie scrunched her brow in thought. There were so many directions to go with that supposed question. What did he want? Her begging for another spanking so she would behave.
Oh, oh, make me behave, big strong cowboy. Please, please, please, she sarcastically sang to herself in imitation of other women she’d heard.
“What do you mean behave?” She tightened her jaw and felt her hands fist into tight balls. “Sure, they’ve made me behave before, by emotionally manipulating me. Happy now? That answer your question?”
If he hadn’t been so enormous and built out of super-hard muscle, Kylie would have been tempted to pound on him. When he remained silent, watching her like some sort of stereotypical stoic cowboy, she asked, “What are you going to do next? Whine at me until I give in?”
He cocked his head then, his eyes silver-gray, and gleaming with speculation. In her book, that was to his credit. At least he actually made use of his brain, even though his cock jutted against his jeans. Kylie averted her face, torn by her all-too-fiery pangs of desire and her need to stand up for herself.
“Not overly fond of men, are you?” he asked, his tone neutral.
“That sounds like an indictment, as though I should be fond of men.” She gave him a glare for good measure.
“I’m certainly fond of you already, Sparks.”
“Yeah? Probably for all the wrong reasons.”
Hearing a torrent of rain strike one side of the hut, Kylie jumped, landing on her somewhat sore butt. “Ow.”
She stopped her hand from rubbing, then twisted and leaned on the side of her hip.
Chapter Ten
I Want to See My Wife Naked
Kylie tried to ignore him. Yeah, right, in this circumstance.
“I’ll put some salve on.” He scooted his beefcake frame back into the corner, enough so their legs no longer touched, and slid his hand beneath the flap of a small suede bag.
“No. Thank you.” Kylie eased back from him, as if any amount of distance would lessen his affect on her. Big fat effing chance.
“Are you sure, pretty darlin’? Once the trail is passable again we still have a few hours ride ahead of us.” His brows raised in question while his gaze relentlessly smoldered.
“Not now.” Her stubbornness clutched like a vise.
Besides, God only knew what letting him smooth salve on her ass would do. Her hormones already drooled for him non-stop. She already craved whatever he wanted to do to her.
Kylie snuck a peek at him. Not retrieving the salve, he raised back up with that incredible fluid power of his. She swallowed hard, her gaze caught by the humongous bulge threatening to burst through his jeans.
What she wouldn’t do for a bucket of ice water to toss directly on the standing target, and one to pour over herself. As if heaven or a sudden hole in the roof would save her with icy sheets of rain, Kylie glanced upward. She attempted to control her run-away breaths, unsuccessfully.
“Take off your clothes, Kylie.” He paused. “I want to see you naked.”
Utterly motionless, now Kylie tried to breathe. He hadn’t commanded her. He hadn’t whined at her. He’d stated the words, compelling her with that strong smoky rasp of his.
She remained silent, feeling as though a slow whirlwind blew through her flesh. Until her sex mound simmered with want, the sensation becoming more and more intense. When her clit hitched she nearly ripped off her sweatshirt.
“Take your clothes off, Kylie.”
Again, that same voice, the one that waited for her obedience. With each moment, Kylie spun wilder inside. She yearned to do what he wanted. Clenching her eyelids, she fought it.
“I want to see my wife naked.”
Her entire pussy twitched, then throbbed, demanding she give in. Kylie let a moan escape as her head lolled backward. With her mouth dryer than dry, she licked her lips. “What if you don’t like what you see?”
He hesitated a fraction of a second. “I want you naked, Kylie. Every stitch of your clothing gone.”
She panted breaths, the sound exploding in her ears. “If you want it, why don’t you do it?”
“I want to watch.”
God help her, she burned wickedly, burned to give him what he wanted down to her toes. Yet, something held her back. Embarrassment? Modesty? How afraid of him was she?
“I want to watch you, Kylie, as you reveal your body to me.”
Disgust surged through her. She’d had her total limit of self-absorbed guys who thought their penises were the center of the universe. “Why? So you can jack off?”
“Take your clothes off, Kylie.”
“I’m not watching you do it.” Her stubbornness blazed nearly as high and hot as her body.
Silence.
Except for the steadily pounding rain. And his horse munching on her food.
Kylie felt as if the sun scorched her insides, but it was his voice and what lived behind his voice, a primal force that invited her and simultaneously demanded she respond to him as the man who had chosen her.
Gripping the bottom of her heavy sweatshirt she tore it up and off, not caring how much it messed up her hair. “Damn you!” She hurled it into the corner.
Jack-knifing, she untied her running shoe and slid it off rapidly, then flung it toward her sweatshirt. The other shoe followed, striking the side of the hut and bouncing on top of his Stetson. She didn’t look at him. The damn… whatever the fuck he was and however he had gotten his shit way.
She grasped her lightweight sweatshirt, jerked it upward, then tugged it over her head. Using both hands she balled the soft material and furiously propelled it against the wall.
“Good throwin’ arm, Sparks.”
“Like what you see, so far?” she fired back.
“I’d like it better if you’d take off that little top thing.”
“You would, would you?”
Consumed by the flames of her own anger, Kylie rolled up the thin pink undergarment. Sucking in a large breath, she exposed her breasts, then yanked it off. Impetuously, she twisted her torso to face him.
Their gazes clashed, his steel hot eyes against the red-hot temper she knew flashed in her own eyes. Rearing her arm back, she threw. Her aim true, the pink undergarment landed in the center of his chest.
His gaze aimed true as well, straight toward her breasts.
“Beautiful,” he hoarsely praised. Keeping his gaze riveted, he plucked up the flimsy top and tossed it toward her sweatshirts. “Remind me to put the lamps up high.”
A strangled screech flew from her throat. Kylie clamped her mouth against another one. The big I’m the king bastard, if he wanted her naked, she’d get naked. Somewhere inside herself, Kylie realized her reasoning was terribly flawed. She was past the point of caring.
She unzipped her jeans and wriggled them down her hips as rapidly as possible, heedless of her sore butt. Fury and passion flowed through her like a fast river as she shoved her jeans over her calves then off, taking her socks with them.
Kylie scooped up her jeans and bunched them. Feeling like an Amazon warrioress, she cocked her arm, then launched the bundle against the wall. His loud hiss of breath had her whirling around. Transfixed by his carved features, by the need and admiration igniting his storm-gray eyes, she could only stare back.
“Kylie. My woman.”
Time moved. She didn’t.
Kylie couldn’t blink as his gaze seared over every inch of her flesh available to his eye. Her nipples ached and she felt them peak. Her body yearned as if every atom of her had turned
to sheer lust for him. Still, her mind battled, struggling against what occurred between them as a man and a woman.
Once he fastened his gaze on her feet, he paused, greedily drinking them in. Foot fetish, she asked herself. To her astonishment, he didn’t unzip his jeans and begin manipulating his penis toward orgasm. Instead, he lazily perused up her body again, sizzling her inside.
Kylie swore steam escaped from the pores of her skin, even if she didn’t witness it rising from her. She caught herself leaning toward him and stilled.
“Dang it, sweet thang, I couldn’t have dreamed you better.”
If his voice had been smoke before, now it was thicker and darker, and even sexier. Kylie swooned inside, a sensation foreign to her. Braced on one hand she didn’t fall before him like some heroine of ye olden times.
Of course, she wasn’t wearing a corset with her breath severely restricted. Shit, why did her fantasies have to surface now and make her take-me hot?
Her clit clenched, then reached for him. Her breasts knew they belonged to him, and she couldn’t help leaning forward. Her shoulders rolled in a way that thrust her tits to him. Oh God, how wanton was she going to get?
“That’s it, darlin’, give me what you’ve got. I want it.”
The scalding excitement that owned her escalated. “Damn you,” she whispered, letting her eyelids drop closed.
“Kylie, touch those pretty flaming curls of yours.” His voice urged, probably the same way he convinced his horse.
What female of any species could resist? Still, she demanded, “So you can shoot your wad?” Crap, her tone sounded like mere mist to her ears.
“That’s a sayin’ I haven’t heard for a decade.”
“You don’t say that here?” Her hand inched toward her swollen mound.
“Shoot your stud bullets. That’s one. Right now, all I want is my wife handling her sweet big pussy, showing me just how she pleasures herself.”
His rough growl flash-fired through her flesh , while his words stunned and wildly aroused her. Okay, so he wanted to watch her do herself and jack off.
On the brink of mindless need, Kylie almost didn’t care that he simply used her. Firmly cupping her mound, she rhythmically pressed the heel of her hand against the cushion of her pussy, the way she’d done often.
“That’s it, babe. Show me. I want to watch.”
Kylie loosed a low groan that had begun in the pit of her belly. Her head dropped back, and she felt her nipples tighten to painful, yet blissful, points. God, what she wouldn’t do to have him suckle her.
She offered her breasts, knowing he wouldn’t take her sex bait. He was a man who wanted what he wanted. Kylie felt the dominant force of him surround her, real as if he touched her.
“Woowee, beautiful thang, your hand is smaller than your pussy.”
Kylie might as well have been doing herself on the sun, given how hot she felt. His words, like his dark lust, coiled around her, possessed her. She kneaded faster, increasing the pressure in a way that super turned her on.
Lovely shards of pleasure traveled up her middle and jolted the length of her clit. On fire with her need, she slid one finger over her wet cleft, then between her slick folds.
“God Almighty, honey, that’s it. Show me how you treat your nubbin.”
Nubbin, the archaic name surprised her. Yet, the way he spoke it, in his deep rough timbre, did unbelievably sexy things to her insides. Stroking her fingertip back and forth over her engorged clit, Kylie did what he wanted and what excited her to the max.
She longed to tell him, though, this wasn’t the only way she liked treating her nubbin. It was how she liked it now.
“Oh, darlin’, once you rub the pleasure out of yourself, I’m gonna suck those large proud teats of yours.”
God, yes. Kylie visibly trembled, unable to halt herself.
A sheen of sweat covered her as she wantonly quaked inside. Widening her thighs, she manipulated her achy pulsing clit. Desperate to finish now, Kylie grabbed her breast and pinched her nipple, then plucked repeatedly.
The edge beckoned, and she descended into a haven of slicing bliss. Her climax raged along the length of her clit. Arching her hips, she stilled.
“Kylie.” The wicked rasp of his voice pushed her closer toward full satiation.
Kylie fell backward with the final force of her orgasm. Her head landed in the center of the saddle while honeyed waves of ecstasy made her feel boneless.
“Darlin’, you make a man happy.”
With her eyes closed, she didn’t see him. His presence owned the air, and she felt him lean over her. Before her orgasm vanished entirely, his enormous palm cupped her mound and began a gentle assault, imitating what she’d done to herself.
“Sweet thang,” he hoarsely murmured.
Kylie knew he was naked, even though only his hand claimed her sex. She sensed it and felt the virile heat of his body above her. Images of what his cock might look like seized her, even as her body surged with pleasure again.
“You’re going to like being with me.”
The confident growl of his words dizzied her head and she became molten, helpless. The furnace-like heat of his breathing fanned her breast, and a whimper burst from her throat.
“Still pokin’ and needin’ my attention,” he rasped.
With his mouth, he engulfed the nipple she hadn’t plucked and suckled strongly. Kylie had never felt anything like the way his huge warm mouth and tongue nursed at her breast.
“More.” She gurgled the sound.
Faint with the torrid bliss of what he did to her, all she wanted was more.
He nuzzled against the soft globe of her breast, suckling her with more demand. Of their own volition, her hands dived into his hair. Wild with passion, Kylie relished the thick textured strands flowing between her fingertips.
Who knew a man could feel this good, this awesome?
Captured by the patient boldness of his tugs on her nipple, Kylie fell into an erotic delirium. Latching onto her other nipple, he conquered her body and mind with torrid waves of pleasure.
When his finger slid between her sex lips, so large it felt like a sensual invasion, she could only open her thighs. As Kylie offered herself to him, he rubbed along her clit with smooth long strokes.
All the while, he suckled her, his pulls on her nipple faster. Kylie went up in flames, the sensations delicious and agonizing. Instead of caressing through his hair, she fisted his Viking mane and moaned.
Enfolding her nipple with his tongue, he sucked harder and Kylie widened her thighs. “Oh, God,” she whimpered between her labored pants.
With her whole body begging for him, she rocked her hips to the excruciating rhythm of his finger as he fondled her clit. “Please,” she gasped.
He slid his rough fingertip over the bulb of her clit, dwarfing it. Kylie tensed, aching with the sheer overwhelming pleasure of his small strokes.
Releasing her nipple, he used his mouth to trail warm bold kisses over the swells of her breasts while he continued stimulating her. When his finger dipped inside her sex and lazily swirled around the rim, she came undone inside, bucking her hips.
“Kylie.”
His harsh growl treasured her and warned her. The scorching length of his cock branded her hip, and she stilled, awed by the enormous size of him. Gradually, he eased the full length and weight of his shaft on her.
“I won’t hurt you,” he hoarsely murmured.
Kylie was so far gone, she wasn’t certain she cared. Reveling in the beastly feel of his cock, she gripped his hair tighter, then arched her hips. “Do it, please. Take me.”
Chapter Eleven
His Brute of a Cock
He pressed his mouth on hers, kissing her with a gentleness she didn’t expect. Lifting his shaft from her, he pushed his knees against her inner thighs with a tender dominance that made Kylie all the more wanton for him.
As the crown of his cock probed her sex opening, she groaned with the absolute ec
stasy against his lips. At the same time, she wondered how his beefcake shaft was ever going to fit, once he thrust. Right now, she’d didn’t care. She’d make it fit.
He shoved inside, enlarging the rim of her sheath, as she liked to think of it. Desperate to feel him, Kylie impatiently whimpered into their clinging kiss.
Softly, he parted their lips. “Whoa, darlin’. Slow and easy the first time.”
“I’m too hot, cowboy.”
“Cowboy. I like hearin’ that from you.”
He altered nothing, slowly lunging his brute of a cock inside her. Kylie shuddered. Both stunned and blazing with bliss, she let go of his hair, then slipped her hands onto his shoulders.
The strain of his granite-like muscles thrilled her, and Kylie felt ultra-feminine. He’d probably caused every woman to feel this way, given his strength and the massive stature of his body.
He stopped, his breathing harsh with his effort to stay in control. “You alright, sweet thang?”
“More than alright. Please… ”
He didn’t disappoint, immediately forcing his harder-than-steel cock inside her slick passage. Eagerly, her pussy widened to accommodate him. “God, you fill me.”
“I’m going to keep filling you, darlin’.”
His raw rasp melted her insides like chocolate. Kylie wrapped her arms and legs around him, and felt as though her flesh was sultriness itself. “Ride me, cowboy. Any way you want.”
Keeping most of his weight off her, her Viking cowboy stroked his extra thick cock in and out of her, pumping deeper every time.
Kylie gloried in the feel of him, not only his obvious prowess. Her body sensually nestled against his. Burying her face in the large crook of his neck, she savored his potent masculine smell, and her lips tasted his sweat as she kissed his shoulder.
“That’s it. Give yourself to me, little thang.”
How could she not? Kylie sweltered, her need savage as her sheath slipped like stretched satin over his lunging shaft.
God, how he stretched her! Yet, he didn’t hurt her as he’d promised. No, an immense tumult of pleasure took over every inch of her belly as he took what he considered to be his—her.
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