by C. M. Steele
I wanted her open and crying for more. I tossed the panties on the floor. With a smile, I cupped the meat of her inner thighs and parted them. Her pussy was covered in a light thatch of hair that was wet with her juices. I didn’t put my mouth on her yet, I pressed my finger past her pussy lips. She was tight as fuck. Time to stretch her out. I wanted to let her know that she was mine, and her pussy being sore as fuck would do the damn trick.
“Baby, you’re so fucking tight,” I growled, pressing a second finger into her. She pushed down toward me, trying to get herself fucked hard on my fingers. “Calm down, Maggie. I don’t want to hurt your pussy. Are you only mine?”
“Yes,” she panted, lost in her urgency to come for me.
“Tell me, has anyone taken what belongs to me?”
“No, it’s all yours,” she blurted out, sighing and aching for some relief. I pressed my thumb to her clit, and boom, her pussy popped for me. “Oh my God,” she screamed.
“No, it’s only me, baby.”
“Fuck, Maxwell. That was incredible,” she panted.
“Yes, you are,” I said. “And we’re just getting started. I want you creaming on my tongue before I take your pussy and mark it with my cum.”
“Do you normally have unprotected sex?” I heard the vulnerability in her words. I leaned over her and looked into her innocent face.
“I haven’t had sex in three years, and I assure you I was always protected. And none of them ever meant anything to me. For the first time in my life, I know what it is to crave more than an orgasm. A one off. I crave your pleasure more than my own. I want to beat my chest and tell the world that you’re mine. Each orgasm that rips through your perfect body is because of me and I won’t ever get enough”
“Have there been a lot?”
“Not too many, but you don’t have to worry about that shit. Don’t think about anyone else because I know I’m not. All I want is you, and that is a big deal for me.” I hadn’t been with anyone who I cared to remember. Any thought of sex only produced her face for me.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
“That’s what I want to hear.” I stood up to take off my pants.
“Then why are you…” she started to ask.
“Just getting naked,” I reassured her. As soon as my pants were on the floor, I leaned over her. “I want to feel our bodies grind against each other with nothing in between us.” Her eyes moved up and down my body in appreciation then fear. My cock was throbbing and that virginal anxiety in her eyes turned me on. “Don’t worry, Mags. It’ll only hurt the first time.”
I didn’t know that for sure, but that was what I was told. I’d never had sex with a virgin. By the time I started having sex, the girls had more game and experience than I had.
She instinctively cupped her pussy like it would shield her from my length. “Touch yourself,” I demanded. Something about seeing her prepare herself for me heated my body and brought out the animal in me.
“I am,” she replied, trying to be funny.
“Slip your tiny finger past those swollen lips and stretch yourself for me.” I grabbed hold of my cock at the base, trying to stave off the building need to come. I swallowed hard, then began to slowly stroke my length. “Let me see you like this so I can have a delicious visual to get me through my work days.” She did as I asked, pressing her fingers to her pussy, working herself.
Her eyes were trained to what I was doing and her hand started to move faster, her fingers pumping in and out of her. I’d had enough. Climbing onto the bed and between her thighs, I pulled her fingers from her pussy and sucked her sweetness off her tiny fingers. Fuck, I had to have another taste. I aggressively grabbed her thighs and lifted them over my shoulders with her ass off the bed, and my mouth latched onto her mound, sucking on her honey spot, drinking her up.
“Shit, hell. That feels so good,” she cried, her hands looking for purchase, finding a spot on my head. Maggie tugged hard then pushed as she got closer and closer to coming again.
“You taste even better,” I grunted with a mouthful of pussy. I wasn’t done until I felt her body tighten on me and heard a deep moan followed by my name.
She was still riding her wave when I lined up my cock with her entrance. Leaning down, I stole a kiss, letting her taste her cunt on my tongue. My hand pressed between us, pinching her nipple as I made one smooth thrust, taking her virginity and kissing away the pain.
Her eyes watered up, but she didn’t start to cry. “It’s over, baby. The pain should be getting better. You tell me when to move and I’ll do my best to make you come again.”
“That burned like a bitch,” she swore. She looked adorable while she scowled at me. “That thing is too damn big.”
“Nah, baby. A pencil dick would still make you scream the first time. Now, relax because we’ve got some loving to do.” I took her lips again as I started to move inside her. My pace was steady as we both tried to get used to her tight pussy being invaded. With every stroke, her walls grasped my cock like a vise, tightening and tightening. My balls were pulling up and ready to unleash every bit of baby making seed into her. I had a lot of sowing to do. I wasn’t going to leave Texas until she had my ring on her finger and my baby in her belly. The caveman I never knew existed until I met her started to want things and would soon demand them.
The thought of fucking her every day had my cock pulsing despite it being choked. Needing to come, I slid back and almost out of her, then slammed back in. She cried out a bit from the pleasure and the pain. Her body opened for me as she grunted with the fullness. I did it again and again, tearing her apart and shaping her pussy to only fit me.
“I’m going to come, Mags. Can you come again for me or will I have to make it up to you?”
“As I count it, it’s three to none. So I’m the one who owes you.” I took her mouth, loving that she wanted to make sure I was pleased, too.
“Time to share a little secret. I wasn’t calling your name because I knew you were on the other side of the door,” I confessed, feeling my balls tighten. “I was jerking it to thoughts of you naked and getting fucked by me,” I finished with a roar. My orgasm ripped through me from the base of my spine to my head. With the last few pumps, I felt her womb clench around me.
“I’m coming,” she screamed, her nails dug into my arms as she came and my seed started to slip out of her womb. I pressed my body to hers then rolled her on top of me and closed her legs with mine locking around her ankles. I wasn’t kidding in the slightest about the baby and tying her to me. She owned me from the start, and now I owned her.
10
Maggie
I laid there, pressing my cheek to his chest. It felt incredible to be with him, just laying on him listening to his heart thunder as we caught our breath. Nothing about this moment felt out of place. I knew from the first time I saw him that we were meant to be together. It was nuts and I should be running, but I didn’t want to go anywhere he wasn’t.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and started to rub my back slowly as time slipped by. “Um…that feels really nice,” I moaned, snuggling closer into him not knowing how long we stayed like that.
“How are you feeling, Mags?” he questioned. I felt him looking at me. When I raised my head to see, he was staring with intent.
“I’m feeling great. A bit sore, but wonderful.”
My smile and sleepy eyes were all the proof he needed. “That’s good, babe. I want you to remember who you were screaming for with every step you take.”
“Speaking of taking steps, I should get going. I don’t want anyone getting any kind of ideas.”
“A bit late for that, sweetheart. These walls are paper thin. Everyone in town probably heard you coming.” I blushed at the thought of seeing some of the people in town and them nosy bitches who share everyone’s business sneering at me with their judgmental looks.
“Then I better get out of here before more people are hustling and bustling through town.”
“Put it in me, Maxwell,” I begged, grinding my hungry pussy along his thickness. He lifted my hips like I didn’t weigh a thing and staked me onto his pole. I grunted as he groaned. The fullness was more than I had expected and his cock was pressing against my cervix. In truth, it hurt more than it felt good, but I was craving, searching for that feeling he sent through me so many times. With his hands on my hips. He guided me up and down. My pussy got wetter every time I slid down his length and the ache transformed into need. I was so close in a matter of seconds, I wondered if this was normal. I’d never heard a woman getting more than one. I was working on number five or so in little over two hours.
I leaned forward with my hands splayed on his chest, using him to steady my movements as I took over. His eyes were focused on my tits that were pressed together. Even from my view they were sexy. Taking my hands off his chest, I rocked my hips and grabbed my breasts, tweaking my nipples. A low rumble escaped his throat. “That’s it, Mags. Take it. Take what you need because I’m close as fuck.”
He cupped my ass with his strong arms and started fucking me hard. I started to take control, but it wasn’t enough. I found myself pinned below him as he rutted into me. The dominating look in his eyes pushed me over the edge. As we came down, he rolled us to the side. My body fit perfectly against his. I snuggled into him as he wrapped his arms around me.
“Thank you, Mags. Let’s nap for a little while, but then I’ve got some important things to do,” he told me. I hated that we would spend more time apart.
“Oh yeah, and I have to go to work on the ranch,” I said, having almost forgot about that.
“No, you don’t work on that ranch anymore,” he hissed.
I turned around in his arms and started to argue my point. “I can’t leave them stranded. There’s ten hands to feed.”
He took my mouth, silencing me briefly. “I don’t care. Isn’t there anyone else eager?’
“There is, but I promised that I’d help her, and then I’ll find another job afterward.”
“You can do it today, but…” he gave me a wink. “The only job I want you to have is the one on your knees in front of me,” he growled. My body, despite the exhaustion and aching, liked the idea. I don’t know when or how but, suddenly, I was a pushover. I wanted him to claim me.
“You’re a dirty man, aren’t you?” My lips twisted to the side, rubbing the hair on his chest. He was so perfectly built. He had broad shoulders, large muscles, and a waist that tapered off before getting to the thick length between his strong legs. I moaned as I ogled his body as best as I could. His cock was pointing up in between us and I licked my lips. Taking it as a challenge, he kissed me hard. How was that possible? No wonder he made it that long in the sun, the man wasn’t human.
“I’m going to blame it on your Texas sun. It brought me to you. And Mags, you give me a thirst only you can quench.” He kissed me again, those lips softer than they looked, but powerful as they owned my mouth with his tongue pinning mine, dominating the kiss. We broke the kiss, needing air. It was time that I got ready to go or I would never leave.
I sighed and pulled back to get off the bed. He shook his head and tugged me tighter to him. “Relax, I don’t have a meeting for a couple of hours yet.”
We fell asleep like that and I never felt so cherished. When I woke up, it was to the sound of pounding on the door. “Mason,” my father roared. “You damn well better be in there alone or a ring better be on her finger.” My dad could be a bit old-fashioned. I never minded until now, but that was because I didn’t care for any boys in school. This man, I wanted to have it all with. I knew I was in love with him and I couldn’t wait to marry him.
“Give me a minute,” Maxwell grunted, sitting, then getting off the bed with me still wrapped up in his arms. He sat me on the small vanity in the bathroom while he ran the water for a shower.
I watched him grab a towel and wrap it around his waist before going to the door. I quietly listened against the bathroom door. “What do you want, Mr. Davidson?”
“Where’s my daughter?”
“Do you really want to know? Listen, we have a lot to discuss, but I promise that nothing has changed what we already talked about. She’s mine and I won’t ever give her back. I’ve already called my parents and they’re going to be here any day now for the wedding.”
“I’m leaving, but you better be ready to have another chat.”
“Before we continue this any further, I need to jump in the shower. I’ll stop by your place in two hours so we can do as planned. There’s something very important I need to do, first.” I heard the door close, so I rushed into the shower, hoping he didn’t notice I was spying on him.
11
Maxwell
We’d gotten dressed in silence as a look of nervousness crossed her face. “It’s going to be fine. I promise.” I pulled her into my arms, kissing her forehead. “No one is going to say anything. Now, let’s hurry up. I’ve got a lot to get done.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked, slipping on her sandals.
“I’ve got to find some financial information. My accountant had records for the ranch and told me the numbers didn’t add up. Someone was scamming money from your father, putting him in default.”
“Since it’s not his fault, they won’t take the ranch?”
“It doesn’t work like that. Even though he wasn’t the one stealing funds, it was his fault. When you let someone else handle your ledgers and money, you have to take responsibility for their behavior. It’s not like your father will be in trouble, but the property isn’t his anymore. Hopefully, we can get some of his money back, but I don’t know until I deal with it today.”
“Okay,” she muttered, looking a bit lost. After all, we didn’t tell her about the arrangement her dad and I made because I wanted her to want me for me and not because I saved the ranch.
I stepped up to her, tilted her chin and swiped my lips across hers. “Sweetheart, don’t be sad. I’ll do everything I can to make it work.”
A twinge of guilt showed in her eyes. “Thank you, but I know this isn’t on you. It’s not your problem.”
“No, it’s not, but I didn’t come down here for nothing. I want answers.”
We left the hotel with a few suspicious eyes on us, not that I gave a fuck anyway. She was mine, and if anyone had a problem with her behavior, they could shove it. I helped her into the truck and started the engine so that the air was on. It was already mid-day, and according to my dash, it was over a hundred.
“Before we go anywhere, there’s somewhere I want to stop.” I hit my phone and googled the nearest jewelry store. There was only a small one in town, but it would have to do. I may not give a fuck what these people thought, but I knew Maggie and her family would. Small towns equaled gossip hotspots.
The place had been in walking distance, but since we were already in the truck, I pulled in front of the shop three blocks down. It was open, thankfully. The door chimed as we entered, and this little old couple came out from the back.
“Hello, Maggie. I’m surprised to see you in here.”
“So am I.” The fact that she doubted me was probably because I was trying to get in her panties or buried balls deep in her.
I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I want you tied to me and for everyone to know it.” She blushed but smiled up at me with her eyes wide. I saw the hope for the first time. She wanted forever with me, but this scared her. I got it now.
“Hello, I’m Maxwell Mason, and Maggie here has agreed to marry me. I came in here hoping you had something as special as her.”
The woman gushed, “Oh my, he’s so sweet and handsome.” I bit back a chuckle because she was giving me too much credit. I wasn’t sweet;
I was selfish and wanted to keep her.
“I believe we do have some to choose from,” the old man said, walking to a large case toward the back wall. We followed him to it, and waited at the counter as he opened the sliding door. I saw the ring I thought was perfect for her. It wasn’t the largest ring I could get her, but I didn’t think she’d rock a five-carat stone. She was subtle and lovely, and this ring was it.
“I want this one,” I said, pointing to the solitaire two-carat. I didn’t know much about jewelry, but my social circles led to parties and lots of husbands buying expensive bobs to make their wives look like top shelf. Most of them treated them like bottom shelf with all their affairs, but for most of the wives, it seemed jewelry eased all the sleeping around.
I’d never be that way with Maggie. I knew from the moment I saw her that I couldn’t do without her face in my life and her sweetness hit me like a ton of bricks. Nothing and no one would ever separate us.
“Oh no, that one is too much, Maxwell.” I shook my head at her.
“Don’t you like it?” I asked, slipping it onto her finger, loving that we didn’t have to get it resized.
“I love it, but…” I pressed my finger to her lips, silencing her.
Dropping to one knee and holding her hand in both of mine, I said, “But nothing. Maggie Davidson, please marry me.”
“Yes,” she answered, giggling while tears rested on her eyelids.
I stood up and pulled her face close to mine and closed the gap, kissing her sweet lips. Remembering that we weren’t alone, I regrettably stepped back. I walked to the register and handed the owner my card. We were soon out and on our way back to her family ranch. I pulled up, hating to leave her, but I had a meeting back in town and I’d invited a couple of parties to join me in two hours.
