I wasn't going to last as fucking her had been the main dream I had for months. I could feel my orgasm at the base of my spine, my cum boiling in my balls. My thumb ran over her clit, all hard and protruding from her stretched folds, then pressed hard. She came, her back bowing, her scream caught in her throat. The milking of my cock had me thrusting deep one last time until I was fully embedded, my seed pulsing in thick jets into her, filling her. I rubbed out the last of the pleasure, and watched as my cum seeped out around my cock, her pussy overflowing with my huge size and overwhelming quantity of seed. Her feet came undone and I lowered her legs back to the bed.
She was asleep, her creamy thighs coated, her perfect pussy all red and swollen, drenched in her arousal and my seed. Yes, she would be shaved, for the thick essence clung to the dark curls. Dampening a cloth in the washroom, I returned to find her unmoved and was able to look my fill at her perfect body as I cleaned my sticky cum from her pussy.
I couldn't help but feel virile in my ability to render my wife unconscious with pleasure. I, too, was overwhelmed, the room hazy and my body weary from the claiming. Tossing back the covers, I carefully worked her wrists free from the dress, slipped it down and off her body before moving her, situating myself behind her like two spoons in a drawer. Once we had a little nap to replenish our energy, I would take her again.
CHAPTER THREE
RACHEL
Seth was asleep behind me. I knew this because I shifted ever so slightly and he didn't move. He had one arm over my waist with the large hand cupping my breast. He wouldn't keep his hand motionless in such a place if he were awake. I lay there, securely surrounded by him, his warm body like a cast iron stove, emitting heat that I knew could keep me warm on a cold Montana night. The hairs on his chest tickled my back. I felt petite beside him, his impressive size offered me the sense of security. The way he took control, held me captive while he took me gave me the sense of absolute possession. I reveled in it.
In a matter of hours, I'd gone from alone to wedded and bedded. Seth had learned I had a passionate nature, he'd prodded the words from me when we'd stood near the saloon. Instead of heeding my warning and leaving me alone, he'd done the opposite. He, along with a large portion of the town, had dragged me to the alter to maintain my virtue. Even though I had been a widow and the rules varied slightly, one didn't just go kissing on a public street. And this hadn't just been a kiss. This was a claiming. I was as good as wed when his mouth met mine.
Carefully, I rolled over, slipping out from beneath his arm so I lay on my side facing him. His hair was so much lighter than mine and a tad long. It curled up around the bottom of his hat and now, without it, it was mussed as if I'd run my fingers through it. Which I hadn't. The man had been a beast, keeping my arms trapped in the confines of my dress. I couldn't feel how silky soft his hair was, couldn't run my fingers over every burgeoning muscle. I couldn't touch his impressive cock. All I'd been able to do when he'd taken me was...feel.
I forgot I'd trapped Aaron. I forgot I should have been more demure in my pleasure. I forgot...everything. I'd never come before at a man's hand. Or mouth. It had always been under the cover of darkness and alone. After the first few nights, Aaron had moved to a different bedchamber from mine and left me alone. Not just alone, but lonely.
Here before me was a brute of a man, a true giant. I felt his warm breath fan my face as he breathed and he seemed so gentle, so tender. Even with the harsh line of his jaw, the crooked bridge of his nose that indicated a fighting past, I knew him to be so. He'd taken me not gently, but with vigor. Not roughly, but with intent. Intent on pleasing me, on showing me that my pleasure was his pleasure. What made me aroused made him equally so, if not more. I felt safe in sharing my carnal desires.
I had no knowledge of the time it took to want again, but it seemed with Seth, it was a very short duration. I knew not how long I napped, but I was ready for him again. My inner walls clenched in anticipation of his cock sliding in and out of me. My clit pulsed, wanting to feel his tongue. My lips tingled in need of his kiss.
He'd had his opportunity to study me, to work my body like an instrument, and now the turn was mine. I lowered the sheet down over his hip to expose his cock, partially erect even in sleep. Tentatively and very lightly, I ran my finger over the wide crown, warm and silky soft. As I circled the ridged edge, it grew before my eyes, lengthening and thickening so it extended out from his body and curved toward his navel. The thatch of hair at its base was slightly darker than on his head and his balls were large and heavy. He was the perfect male specimen, his virility blatant.
"Wrap your hand around it," Seth murmured, startling me.
My eyes flew up to meet his, his blue ones clear and intent on my face. I felt like a child with her hand caught in the cookie jar and pulled my hand free.
"No. Don't stop."
I read no malice in his tone or his expression so I lowered my gaze and my hand back to his cock. I did as he said and held it in my grip, although my hand was so small that I couldn't grip it all the way around. Sliding my hand down to the base, Seth hissed through closed teeth.
"Am I hurting you?" I whispered. As I did so, clear fluid seeped from the slit at the top.
"See that, it shows how much I want you."
I dipped my thumb in the wetness and smeared it over the large head. I moved my hand up and down the length as if he were deep inside of me, although my actions were primitive and fumbling. It was so hard like a club, yet soft to the touch and silky smooth. I wondered what he tasted like. Glancing up at him to gauge his reaction, I saw that his eyes were closed, his jaw clenched tightly. He'd said he wasn't in pain, so it must be arousal. I felt wetness on my pussy and thighs as I, too, felt the need build.
Lowering my head, I kept a firm grip of the base and flicked my tongue over the weeping slit.
Seth's entire body bucked off the body. "Holy hell, woman." His voice was loud in the room. "That's fucking incredible. Do it again."
At first I thought him mad, but then I realized I'd stunned him, just as he'd done for me when he'd put his mouth on me. Shifting, I moved to my knees and bent forward so I could take more of him. More fluid dripped down his length and I licked it up, my tongue following a bulging vein as it did so. He tasted salty and musky, the scent of him filling my nose; clean and male and something entirely all Seth. I opened my mouth wide to take the plum shaped top, then relaxed to slide down further. I couldn't take his full length, he was just too large, but I grasped the base in my hand and worked as much of it as I could.
Before I could register what Seth was doing, he'd grabbed my hips and lifted me so I was astride him, then pulled me back so that his mouth was on my pussy. "Seth! What are you doing?"
I turned to look at him over my shoulder and he peeked at me from around my thigh. "If you're going to have a little snack, I want one too."
He grinned and then went back about his task, making a sigh escape my lips. The man had a wicked tongue, for it was moving over my clit in a way that had me squirming. It was hard to focus on his cock with the very focused attention he placed on me, but I took him back into my mouth. When he slipped fingers inside me—I knew it had to be more than one by the way I was stretched wide—I lifted my head once again. "Seth, it's my turn to play."
He lifted me off of him and tossed me across the bed as he came up on his elbow. "You want to play, baby?" He raised an eyebrow to match his question, his finger drawing a small circle on my thigh.
His bobbing cock was wet and glistening from my mouth, red and almost angry looking. It needed attention, that I could tell.
I nodded and licked my lips, longing to taste him some more.
"The only way you'll be in control is if you tie me down." He lifted his arm and knocked the metal slats with his fingers. His words had me meeting his gaze. "There's some rope in the kitchen on a hook by the door."
I looked at him in surprise at his offer to tie him to the headboard. He just tilted his head in the