by Reece Butler
She’d be growing out her short blond hair. It might be practical for her job, but he wanted it long enough to gather in his fist at the nape of her neck. It was the perfect way to haul her head back for a kiss, or to aim her head to swallow his cock.
He had to make her enjoy this so much that she’d want Matt to join them.
Keeping his face stern, he knelt on the bed. The flush on her face darkened. He moved deliberately, coming up right behind her. When he got close, she faced forward. He grasped her waist, then ran his hands over her hips. She shivered. He trailed his hands to her knees, which he grasped. He nudged his own knees between hers and spread her wide.
The position of her pussy dropped an inch. She tilted her pelvis, aiming her anus right at him. He was sure she did it unconsciously, but it suited his purpose. He placed his cock between her legs and began moving, rubbing it between her lips, over her clit and back. Then he allowed himself to touch her breasts.
He leaned over, his pelvis slowly keeping up the strokes, and filled his hands. A breast in each, his cock right at her pussy, her tightly puckered asshole staring right at him. Her mouth was open, her eyes shut, as she panted and moaned. He rolled her nipples, toying with them. Now and then he tugged, but not enough to set her off.
She moved, trying to catch his cock in her pussy. He released her breasts, held her hip with his left hand, and smacked her right cheek. She squealed and tried to jerk away.
“No,” he ordered.
She didn’t stop so he gave her another, then a third. His cock wanted to get in her pussy as much as she wanted it. When a fourth smack made her hold still, quivering, he moved to give her what they both wanted.
He put his hand over his cock to guide himself in and—shit!
He backed away, gasping for air. His cock throbbed in agony, so close and yet so far. They’d done it again downstairs, and came too damn close this time. He’d bought condoms but they were in his bags. The ones the airline hadn’t found yet.
“Damn! I need a condom!”
“I’ve got some!” She scrambled off the bed and yanked open his bedside drawer. “Here!”
She held up a plain, white rectangular box. He didn’t recognize it, but he had never had a woman here. Who knows how long it had been since he tossed the box in the drawer?
“Those are too old—”
“I just got them the other week. They’re samples.” She ripped open the box. “I grabbed these because they’re extra large, both in width and length, and have a super-size reservoir tip. Is that a good thing?”
She pulled one from the box and held it up. Unlike the packets he knew, it was round. Round and large.
“Baby, anything’s good right now.”
He held out his hand. She tossed it to him. When he ripped it open, it looked the same, only larger. Maybe this time he’d not feel cut in half and it wouldn’t roll down his cock. He put it on, then smoothed it in place. He looked up. Nikki grinned in triumph. The light gleamed on her wet thighs. His cock jumped.
“Back in position,” he ordered.
She squeaked, but jumped to obey. She left the box on the edge of the bed. Damn, he liked a woman who planned ahead.
She moved into position, even waggling her ass to tempt him. He loved that her ass cheeks had his mark on them. He guided his cock, rubbing it over her pussy all the way to her clit. She hummed in pleasure. He set it between her plump lips and sank deep, slowly stretching her swollen tissues. After the first six, every inch that her pussy swallowed was a wonder. Other women couldn’t take him like this. He always had to hold his fist around his cock to stop him from going too deep. But Nikki took him until his balls slapped against her clit.
“Good girl,” he said, fighting not to gasp.
He leaned his chest against her back and gathered her breasts again. This time he played with her more forcefully, pinching and tugging harder. He watched her face closely, making sure the touch of pain was good.
“I want it hard and fast,” she demanded.
“That’s for me to say.”
She clenched him then, tightening her pussy around every thick inch. He gritted his teeth. If he hadn’t just come like Niagara Falls it would have set him off. But he was in charge of this show. She groaned as he pulled out just as slowly as he’d gone in.
He gathered some of her fluid with his fingers, playing with her pussy and clit while he was at it. She gasped and twitched. No man had touched her like this before. He was her first. He hadn’t known that yesterday, but he’d make up for it today.
He put his cock back in a few inches and held it there. She tried to wiggle, but his warning growl stopped her. He used his pinky finger to breach her virgin ass. She gasped, but didn’t pull away. So he sank his cock another few inches and his finger just to the first joint.
Though her sphincter was tight, her skin was so smooth inside her ass. From the way she liked his finger, Matt was going to have a field day taking her there. He changed angle, aiming his cock more toward her pubic bone. Then he twisted his finger.
“Oh, God. Yes!”
The moment her pussy clenched around his cock, he exploded. She milked him for seconds, minutes, hours. It went on forever and was over too fast. When he could breathe again he dropped his chest on her back. Holding her snug, he rolled to the side. He stayed there, unmoving, until her breathing slowed. Then he felt her muscles relax. He lifted his head to look at her face. It was entirely relaxed, no forehead wrinkles at all.
Hot damn! She was asleep, with his cock still in her.
Grinning like he’d won the all-round buckle at the Las Vegas rodeo, he hauled the covers over the two of them. He got a good hold on her bottom breast and let sleep take him.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Much later that night, Eric again held Nikki as she hauled air into her lungs. He loved the way it made her breasts move. She was perfect. A sexy body, intelligent mind, powerful personality, and a need to be dominated. Perfect. He’d waited years to share his shower with the right woman, and it had been worth every dollar. Nikki loved it when he took her hard, and he’d certainly done that while she knelt on a towel on the bench. After, that is, he licked and sucked her to a couple—three—orgasms.
When they woke, still joined, it was still early. She’d jumped at the offer of dancing at the Roadhouse. Nikki had rhythm all right. In bed and on the dance floor. They’d spent an hour dancing. Though she’d put on panties—dark-blue silk ones—she didn’t want him to lift her because of her skirt. Next time he’d have her wear tight jeans so she’d leave heel prints in the ceiling.
They’d come home, heated up the spaghetti he’d bought from the Roadhouse kitchen, and demolished it. Nikki, blushing, said she didn’t want to get sauce on her nice clothes. She’d stripped to the waist. So had he. After they ate he washed her face, hands, and breasts very carefully. Then, while he was rinsing the cloth, she’d smacked his ass and run upstairs squealing. He’d roared up the stairs and grabbed her as she came near the bed.
She ended up in his lap, riding him, her nipples scratching against his chest hair. She was now sprawled on her back, legs and arms wide, totally replete. She lifted her left hand, then let it flop. The edge of the bed supported her arm even though her hand stuck out. She curled her fingers so they didn’t scrape against his bedside table.
The bedside table was littered with empty condom packages. There should have been one more ripped package. But, like a horny seventeen-year-old, he’d taken her against the door, too eager to remember to put on a condom.
What was it about this woman? Yesterday was one thing. He was drunk. Tonight he was stone-cold sober. Yet all he’d thought of was taking his woman, his way, in his home. Nikki seemed to believe there was a good chance she could be pregnant. If she was, and nothing happened to change that, his parents would be staying home this winter. Matt said they were getting bored driving all over the South but hadn’t had a reason to stay during the long winter. He counted off the months. They
could be grandparents by March.
He could be a father by March!
No, not him. Matt. If Nikki was having a Circle C baby, she’d best marry the rancher eager for a wife and family. Surely she’d keep it? He clenched his fists in sudden fury. That was not going happen. No how, no way. He was not going to lose another child. The mother could stay or go, he didn’t much care. But the baby was his.
Since he’d had no use for money in the jungle, he’d invested most of his salary since he was first hired. He’d find a good lawyer and have the judge force Nikki to go through with the pregnancy. Judge Gibson wasn’t quite known as a hanging judge, but he’d rule in Eric’s favor without having to think about it. Valley ranchers stuck together, and they valued their children.
His son would be named Frost, and would live on the Circle C ranch. Case closed. Nikki could care for him when she visited, but the boy would be raised on the Circle C ranch. He didn’t have to become a rancher, but he’d learn how to do all the chores. A man wasn’t a man unless he held his weight. And that meant wrassling cattle, taming horses, and tossing hay bales for too many hours of the day.
Yes, it was time for them to start a family. He was thirty-eight, and Matt was thirty-six. God forbid, but he could even see having a cute little girl like Florrie Adams on the ranch. He’d have no problem with rough-and-tumble boys like Travis. Riley was a bit quiet, more of an observer, but he was only four and could change in time. Matt would be a fantastic father. He had a natural sense of fun combined with a strong work ethic. He rarely got mad but when he did, watch out!
Now that Eric knew how good it felt to slide his naked cock into Nikki’s hot, tight pussy, he didn’t want to wear a raincoat ever again. But just in case, he would. The specialty condoms she’d grabbed from her office were the best he’d ever used. He’d still rather go skin-to-skin with her, though. If she was pregnant, then condoms were a nonissue. It was almost worth getting her pregnant just for that.
He watched Nikki’s breasts flow as she stretched. She was everything he wanted, and more. Had he subconsciously ‘forgot’ the condoms because he wanted that son for his brother and parents? He pushed the thought away. It didn’t matter as the deed was done. Twice!
It wasn’t all his fault. Nikki was a doctor, even if she was inexperienced in the sex department. Wrinkles appeared on her forehead as she winced. God, had he hurt her? It was one thing to apply consensual pain for enjoyment, training, or punishment. It was another to bang a near-virgin hard against the front door, take her from behind, in the shower, and then again. And again.
Blue eyes half opened. A slow, sensuous smile appeared. She moved, and then winced again.
“You’re sore,” he said. “I should have taken it easy on you.”
Nikki made a furious woman noise, one he’d heard his mother use on his fathers, and hauled herself up on one elbow. She glared at him. Her eyes were like shards of polar ice, blue and sharp. From sensuous vixen to fire-spitting wildcat, all in the space of two seconds.
She was royally pissed, and it turned him on. He loved the thought of a fiery woman who could go toe-to-toe with him. She looked so damn sexy that he wanted to do her again, just as hard. He wanted to turn that spitting mad hellcat over his lap and have her fight like crazy as he spanked her. Then he’d flip her over and they’d—
“I didn’t want easy,” she said, spitting the words. “I wanted hot sex, hard. So hard that I’ll feel your cock inside me for days.”
She firmed her jaw and narrowed her eyes. The thought of her feeling him still, and wanting that feeling, brought him rock hard in an instant.
“I’ve waited years to experience sex. I didn’t want some wussy weasel to make looove to me.” She drew the word out, saying it mockingly. “I don’t want love. I don’t want marriage. I just want sex. No,” she corrected, “not just sex. When you took me against the door like that, it wasn’t sex. It was fantastic, Conan the Barbarian–style, fucking. Exactly what I wanted. So thank you very much, Mr. Frost, for the excellent service!”
She flopped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. Her breasts moved as she hauled air into her lungs. The pulse at her neck throbbed as hard as his cock.
Holy hell in a hand basket! The shy virgin was no more. He rubbed his upper lip to stop the twitch that was almost a grin. Women had called him Conan before, but it had always been an insult due to the way he insisted on taking charge.
No one had said they’d wanted it, speaking with lips all pouty from his demanding kisses. He’d never expected a woman to enjoy him acting like the beast he was, or to thank him for treating her the way he enjoyed. Damn, did it feel good to hear her say it!
What would feel even better was more of the same. Lance and Keith had agreed with him. Nikki needed a strong man to take charge so she could relax. And he was the perfect man for her.
“Conan the Barbarian?” he said mildly.
She muttered something as she rolled away, showing him the top of her ass crack. Her breasts jiggled enticingly as she stuffed her pillow against the headboard and jammed her back against it. She bent her knees, crossed her arms under her breasts, and glared at him.
“He takes women hard, with no choice, and they are forced to enjoy it. And don’t you dare say anything! There’s nothing wrong with a woman having fantasies.”
Wrong? Hallelujah! Pop the corn and pass the ammunition.
If Nikki wanted to submit to her Master, fighting every step of the way, he was all for showing her how. She shifted, opening the bedcovers. He caught a hint of her fragrance. There was no doubt in his mind, or his cock, that she meant every word she’d said. Thank you for waiting, Matt. This woman is perfect for us!
Eric rolled onto his left side, leaning his elbow on the bed. He’d let her look down on him for now, as it suited his purpose. He bent his top knee to hide his lengthening cock. He’d dreamed of having a woman eager to submit to his will. But she had to be challenging enough to make it worthwhile. He didn’t want a meek slave bending to him. He wanted an Amazon warrior fighting him every step of the way, then screaming in an orgasm only he could provide.
He wanted Doctor Nikki Meshevski, seventy-two inches tall to his seventy-eight. A woman with wide hips and a prime ass. With, he had to add, a rack just as magnificent. Her proportions were substantial, but she had wide shoulders to balance those hips, and a relatively narrow waist between. He kept his face blank and voice calm, as if talking through an interpreter to a local chieftain.
“Fantasies, my pet? Or do you want to experience some reality?”
* * * *
She was spontaneously combusting.
There was no other answer for the heat, as if she was standing in a fire, that had erupted inside her entire body.
Oh. My. God.
She had yelled at him about her fantasies. Had used the F word with him, more than once, saying that was what she wanted. Yet he seemed calm, almost cold. She closed her eyes to his calm appraisal. The heat of embarrassment faded, though she still tingled from one set of curls to the other. She nervously waited for him to say something. Anything.
She waited a long time. So long that the heat had faded and she was breathing without panting.
She jerked when he grasped her ankle, but he held it loosely, as if he wanted to have a connection rather than haul her to him.
“Tell me something about you,” he said.
“Excuse me?”
She looked down at him. He looked calm and composed, as if they were having a first-date coffee in a public place. Yet they were naked, in bed, after having had hours of wild sex.
“We haven’t had a chance to talk.” A touch of warmth showed in his eyes. “We’ve been too busy doing other things.”
“I’m thirty-six, have never been married, and have a multiyear contract to provide medical services to the town of Climax and surrounding area,” she said briskly. “I am happily single, and plan to remain so. As of yesterday, I may become a mother.”
He d
idn’t need to know how the sight of him made her pussy cream. Or that his touch made her mind go blank and her legs fall open. He certainly didn’t need to know that his forceful personality made her want to do terrible things just so he’d punish her with spanking followed by more hard sex. She’d had a taste of both tonight, and wanted more. Much more.
“You’d make a good mom,” he said, surprising her. “You’ve spent your life taking care of others.”
Tears suddenly prickled her eyes. She shut them, but couldn’t shut out his calm, controlled voice.
“You’ve had years and years of study, of going without, seeing your mother and sister sacrifice for you. Textbooks were your friends since there wasn’t time for anything else. Maybe you found a boyfriend or two along the way, but none were worthy of you. Then you came here. You were starting to settle in when your sister married a couple of cowboys. And then you met me.”
He kissed her leg. Gently, like a lover. She tried to hide the quiver that ran though her at the touch.
“You said you wanted it hard, just like I gave you. Nikki, I’ve never been able to let go like that before. I liked it. A lot. And if you want more, I’m game.”
He tightened his hand around her ankle. It felt like he had her whole body in his grasp. Her chest was so tight she had to open her mouth to inhale. A trickle of fluid escaped her pussy. The sheets would need to be changed.
He moved, and she jerked. He slowly sat up, releasing her ankle. He moved leisurely, putting a pillow into place and leaning his shoulder against the headboard beside her. The sheet pulled away, exposing his rising cock. She stared at it in fascination as it twitched with his heartbeat.
“Do you want Conan in your bed, pet?” He gently drew the knuckle of his free hand over her cheek and down to her neck. “Because I can do that, as well as this.”
