Cowgirl's Rough Ride (2 page)

She bit her lip, trying to focus on
something else. She snaked her free hand under her body, stretching her fingers
to her mound. Pressing hard, just above her clit, she massaged herself. The
sensation jerked her body and she moaned, as he pumped his cock into her ass. His
body hunched over her and he grunted, his hot breath tickling her neck.

An intensity built inside her,
sending tremors through her muscles. He pounded her hard, stretching her. Her
ass spasmed as he impaled her. Her whining became urgent and she mashed her
knuckles into her pelvic bone. Ecstasy poured into her body, wave after wave of
jolting pleasure shooting up her spine and through her limbs. She screamed
while riding the storm that threatened to tear her apart.

He pressed down on her and shouted,
his full length buried deep inside her trembling hole. His cock throbbed,
spraying his seed into her. Bucking a few more times, he pumped the last of his
cum. Then he pulled out of her aching ass, leaving her feeling empty but
relieved. Releasing her hands, he sat hard on the log, his glistening dick
slowly becoming flaccid.

Flexing her numb hand, she brushed
the dirt from her face with the other. Bill watched her, his hands limp by his
sides, while she pulled up her pants. She gave him a sidelong glance and he
raised his eyebrows.

“You sure did learn me good,” she
said, smiling.

His eyes went wide, then he
laughed. “Damn. There’s no breaking you. I should’a called you Fiery Jane.”

She winced as she sat next to him,
shifting on her sore ass. Not wanting to think about tomorrow’s ride, she
leaned her head against his shoulder, and gently traced her fingers along his
spent cock. He remained silent for a long time. She listened to the snap of the
embers and the creatures of the night. She inhaled deeply, relishing the smell
of his sweat and warmth of his body.

His breathing became more even and
he shifted his weight to put his cock back in his pants. She kept her hand
casually on his leg.

As he secured his belt, he exhaled
deeply through his nose and spoke. “I used to herd cattle.”

Jane looked at him, surprised. He stared
over the fire, at something far beyond her sight.

“Like most folks around here, we
fell on hard times.” His face was hard but his eyes were moist. She wanted to
ask him who he meant by “we,” but she kept quiet.

“I lost everything. I only had the
clothes on my back and my revolver.” He took a deep breath. “I had to make a
choice and this is it.”

“The reward’s good but killin’
changes you. Makes your heart black.”

“But killing people makes enemies. And
I have more’n enough for twenty men. They all want to see me hanging from the
gallows.” He sighed, and she could feel the tension in his body.

“Thing is, I’ve got a price on my
head. And every yahoo and blowhard in these parts thinks they’re the one to
claim it.” He raised his hand in exasperation.

“I don’t love nobody no more and
never will. I’ll probably die out here and that’s fine by me.”

He turned his head, looking into
her eyes. “Now. You have to make your choice, knowing that it’s not a choice
for livin’ nor lovin’. I can’t be keeping my eye on you when I got a bull's-eye
on my back.”

He was wrong of course. Just
getting by on a doomed farm was not a living, nor had it shown Jane any love.

“I can take care of myself.” She
gave him a stern look. “I’ve been survivin’ on my own for years. My choice is to
ride with you.”

Bill nodded but his face was
unreadable. It was maddening for her, not knowing what he was thinking. She
sighed and leaned back against him.
He’s accepted me for who I am, I’m going
to have to return the courtesy.

***

The bullet zinged past Jane’s head
like a deadly mosquito. She rode lower in the saddle, her chest close to the
horse’s mane.

The men had waited for them in a
thicket of trees, just as they rounded a bend in the road. But Bill’s alert
eyes had spotted one of them first. They would have shot Bill out of his saddle
but he was faster. In a flash, Bill had his rifle in hand. He shot one through
the trees, reloaded, and shot again before the men could react.

Then Bill turned his horse and
bolted down the road, amid a hail of bullets, with Jane hot on his heels. It
took the men time to mount up and gallop after them, but soon they came into
view. The ambushers’ horses were fresh and gaining ground. Jane’s horse was tiring
from the day’s long ride; foam dripping from his mouth and sweat soaking his
coat. They would need to stop soon but she could only see hills, a few strands
of trees, and bare brush.

Then as they rounded another bend,
she saw an old house out in the middle of barren land. Bill saw it too, and
turned his horse out onto the field. As they reached the door, Bill leapt from
the saddle, and slapped the horse on the rump sending it off. The wood next to
her exploded, showering her with splinters as she followed his lead, leaping
through the doorway.

Using the butt of his rifle, Bill
broke out a window and took cover next to it. Kneeling, Jane used the pistol to
tap out one of the panes. With a quick glance she saw the men riding across the
barren earth towards them. She took a shot and saw one of them flinch,
clutching his shoulder. They returned fire over the heads of their horses and
debris flew all around her.

Bill shot again and the lead man
swayed in his saddle. Reining up, another man grabbed his wounded partner,
yanking him across his horse. Having only made it halfway to the house, they
turned and fled, leaving a dust cloud up the road.

Jane sighed in relief and sat
heavily, leaning against the broken wood.

Bill set his rifle down and rushed
over to her, then ran his hands over her body. Caught off guard she giggled.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, his brow
knit in concern.

“I’m fine,” she laughed. “I thought
you said I had to care for myself.”

He stopped with his hands pressed
to her sides, his hard look returning. “You’re no use to me if you’re wounded.”

“Well, then. You’d best check me to
be sure.” She gently pulled his hand up to her chest, an innocent grin playing
across her face.

He looked surprised but didn’t
recoil. She took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him.
He stiffened then leaned in, embracing her. His hands worked the buttons on her
shirt, freeing her breasts. She sighed and his tongue probed deep into her
mouth, as his hands explored her naked skin. His fingers pinched her erect
nipples and she moaned, the sting making her skin tingle and flush.

His tongue left her mouth and
traced down to her throat, where he bit and licked the tender skin Pressing her
chest against him, she hooked her thumbs in her pants and pushed them off her
hips. His hands slid down to her ass and he squeezed and spread her cheeks,
while holding her rear off the ground.

With his support, she quickly
kicked her boots off and freed her naked legs. She wrapped her thighs around
Bill’s waist, grinding her pussy against his belt. He stood with ease, hefting
her around his hips as if she were as light as a feather pillow.

She leaned her head back, and her
hat fell over her eyes. Her pussy was leaving a wet spot on his clothes but he
didn’t seem to care. Riding against his hard body, she gyrated her hips as he nipped
and licked her breasts. She was free and alive, wrapped around Bill, with only
her gun belt hanging on her naked hips.

Wanting more, she reached under and
unbuttoned his pants, freeing his cock through the fly. Trapping the tip
between her fingertips, she massaged the head, bring his dick to full hardness.
She wanted him inside her.

He shifted his weight and she
renewed her hold around his neck with both hands. His rod pressed against her
wet opening and she sucked air in through her teeth, willing it to enter.

Moving to the wood wall, he pressed
against her, impaling her with a forceful thrust. The skin of his cock was
rough, and even with her wet arousal, the head rubbed inside her with a
pleasant soreness. She whimpered as he stretched her hole open with the base of
his cock.

“Fuck me, Brutal Bill,” she said in
a breathless voice. “Fuck me hard.”

“Just hang on or I’ll buck you
off,” he replied.

“I think I’d fancy that,” she said,
biting her lip.

Bracing Jane against the worn wood,
Bill slammed into her, his cock plunging deep inside. He bumped her furthest
wall, the pressure sending a spike of pleasure up her spine. Whimpered again,
she pressed down on him, urging him to go deeper.

As he aggressively pounded against
her, she raised her voice in ecstasy, whining louder and louder. Like a cloth
doll, her head bobbed to the rhythm, as his pelvis slammed against her mound. The
sensation spilled over and she screamed. Her body bucked wildly and her pussy
spasmed around his cock. Clenching tight around his waist, her legs jerked as
her climax thrashed through her body.

Bill threw his head back and
groaned, his cock throbbing inside her, spurting cum deep inside. His thrusts
were wicked, bestial, and his teeth clenched, as he emptied himself into her. She
felt his seed spilling out and dripping off her ass.

Exhausted, he leaned against her,
pinning her to the wall. His spent cock still twitched in her pussy. She could
only hold on, panting, while resting her chin on his shoulder. His cock became
flaccid and finally slid out of her. Her opening was raw but satisfied.

Stretching her toes, she lowered
her feet to the ground, keeping her arms around his neck. He stood back, his
hands on her hips, looking her up and down.

“I think you’ll live, Tricky Jane.”
He said with a chuckle.

She tilted her head and gave him a
sexy smile.

“We better get going,” he said. “They’ll
be back, and we need to be long gone before dark.” He pushed away from her to
button up his fly.

Peeking around the doorway, Bill
scanned the horizon with his rifle in hand. Then he ran around to the back of
the house. Keeping close behind him, Jane rounded the corner and saw their
horses lingering a short distance away. With their heads down, they jogged to
their mounts while keeping a watchful eye on the road.

Once in his saddle, Bill turned the
horse in the opposite direction. Taking the highway would obviously be foolish,
so he chose the harsher terrain to the west. Jane followed him, kicking her
horse to catch up.

After they’d ridden a ways from the
farm, she cleared her throat. “I’ve been meaning to ask. Can you shoot with a
revolver in each hand?”

Bill glanced at her and she nodded
at his guns on each hip.

“It’s backup for when I run out of
bullets,” he said, chuckling. “If you think you can shoot good with two guns
then you’re either a fool or you’re askin’ to die.”

She laughed and they rode side by
side into the glaring light of the sun, just as the burning orb gently kissed
the top of the hills.

###

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