Espino, Stacey - Hogtying the Cowgirl [Ride 'em Hard 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (10 page)

What did she want more? The crack of his belt or the thrill of exposing herself to him? Angel couldn’t decide which she wanted more, so chose to let him make the next move. She stuck up her chin in a display of defiance.

He moved faster than she’d expected, heaving her up to the center of the bed and prying open her thighs with one bent up knee and his strong arms. “Take off the bra,” he said just before dipping his head between her legs. She remembered how thrilling it had been when Landon went down on her, and she was reliving the excitement. His firm, hot tongue lapped at her pussy, long, languid strokes, over and over. He stopped briefly to repeat, “Bra off.”

This time she complied, afraid he’d stop what he was doing. She struggled to slip the bra over her head while he had her pelvis pinned to the mattress. He rewarded her compliance by suckling her clit in soft, rhythmic ways—an erotic lullaby that pulled her out of reality. The same heat she remembered from last week began to build up, curling her toes and burning her veins. As if he somehow sensed her impending orgasm, he pulled away, leaving her achy and needy. “Hey!”

He winked at her like he did at the horse auction, which only ignited her anger. It was cruel to leave her on the cusp and then abandon her. “Remember what I told you? I’m going to teach you control. You’re like a green broke filly—you’re learning, but far from experienced.”

“I don’t need to be taught, I need to be taken care of.”

“Of course that’ll happen, too, but not yet.” He began to pull something out from his closet. A full-length mirror, like the one she had tacked to the back of her bedroom door at home. What was he up to? He set the mirror against the dresser, only a few feet from the bed. Then he got a tube of something from his nightstand and returned to her. He sat on the edge of the bed facing the mirror, his zipper undone and the band of his boxer briefs showing. The man had chiseled abs with a dark trail of hair leading from his navel and disappearing into his boxers. “Come here,” he said.

She crawled toward him. When she saw her dangling breasts in the mirror, she immediately sat on her knees and cupped her breasts. He was grinning at her from the reflection, his dark, sexy eyes undoing her.

“I don’t want to look at myself.”

“You may act like a spoiled princess, but you’re insecure and inexperienced. I’m going to change all that.” He patted the section of mattress between his legs. “Come sit here.” She was curious. Angel slipped off the bed and sat where he’d told her, now directly in front of the mirror. She felt like a dirty little slut, the nest of blonde curls between her legs and full breasts on display. Clay was bare-chested but still in his blue jeans.

“I don’t like this,” she said. She would much rather be on the bed with his head between her legs, or even his cock.

“You will. I want to teach you something new.” He hooked a hand under each of her knees and pulled back, spreading her legs wide for the mirror. She struggled to close them, but he was determined and kept them apart. “Look at yourself. All pink and glistening. You’re beautiful. Your cunt is beautiful.”

“I feel stupid,” she admitted.

He hooked her feet on the outer sides of his thighs, so she was fully exposed on the edge of the mattress. “Hush.” His arms snaked around her, and he used two fingers to open her pussy lips. “Nice and tight. Perfect. But I’ll admit, there’s something special about being the man to take a woman’s virginity.”

“You know I’m not. Not anymore.”

“No, you still are, darlin’.” He trailed one finger lower. She could see his every movement in the mirror—where his finger touched, her own anatomy, and the reaction on his face. He stroked her anus with a featherlight touch, igniting a fire in her nerve endings. She tried to break free, but he cooed in her ear and continued to touch her tight little rosette. “Does that feel good? Don’t lie to me now.”

It felt fucking amazing, but she didn’t want to admit it. She also didn’t want to outright lie when he asked her not to. She nodded.

“I thought as much. Now you behave and stay put while I try something new with you.” He reached to his side and picked up the container. It was lubricant. He coated two fingers with the clear, sticky substance and returned his hands between her legs, watching his actions in the mirror. “Now, I know Landon didn’t fuck your ass last week. So it’s all mine.” He poked her little hole with one of the moist fingers and pushed in. She watched the tip of his finger disappear into her ass. It was oddly erotic, and she couldn’t look away. Clay’s cock was like an iron rod pressed to her lower back, confirming he loved the show taking place.

He stretched her anus with a second finger, the lube oozing around his digits as he forced them inside her. When he was knuckle deep in her ass, the slight burn and pressure peaked. He kissed her neck and sucked her earlobe, not moving his fingers. The stimulation to her erogenous zone aided in easing the discomfort and stimulating new, untapped desires. The visual of her spread wide in such a forbidden display encouraged a trickle of her own juices to flow down from her pussy to Clay’s hand.

“Wider, darlin’.” She’d always been very limber, so she did as he asked. When he had more space, he used the hand coming around from the opposite side of her body to toy with her clit. “Ain’t that the loveliest vision I’ve ever seen.” He rubbed deep circles with his one hand and then slow thrust in and out of her ass with his fingers. There was no pain left, but she was hypersensitive, close to exploding once again.

“I like it,” she admitted, never wanting the sweet torture to end.

“Good girl. This is only the beginning. I want you to see what I’m doing, see where I plan to put my cock.” He slipped his fingers out with a gentle motion and then held her by the hips. “Hold yourself up for a minute, sweet thing.” She supported her weight by the heels of her feet and hands as he unzipped his Wranglers. Her pussy was thrust up, giving her a clear view of everything. She was swollen and dark pink, juices flowing from every orifice.

She could see him release his erection from the gap between them. He was huge, hung like a fucking horse and rock hard from arousal. He coated his cock with a ton of lube and then supported her weight with both his hands. “Surely you don’t plan on putting that thing in me.”

“I plan to do exactly that. It may burn at first, but you’ll stretch. The body’s an amazing piece of work, Angel, especially yours. I can’t wait to see my cock sliding in your tight little ass.”

She gasped for breath, knowing she was too tempted to try this new forbidden act, but scared to continue. The head of his cock was under her. If she lowered even an inch, the hot, hard length would impale her. He brushed his cockhead around her ass. She could see the veins bulging at the sides and the distinct acorn shape of the tip.

“Go down on me, baby-doll. Ease down nice and slow.”

Angel wanted to please him but wasn’t sure if she could do this task. He helped her, holding the base of his cock and directing her with his free hand. He groaned when the tip of his dick hit home. The guttural sound spurred her on. She lowered her weight but stalled when she was certain he wouldn’t fit. “You’re too big. You’ll kill me.”

“You’re doing just fine. The first inch is the hardest. The other eight will slide in no problem.” He gave her a little jostle, her temporary loss of balance sending her further down his thick shaft. She gasped and then panted, afraid to move or speak. He chuckled. The sexy bastard was actually laughing at her discomfort.

“What are you laughing about?” she scolded.

“You’re adorable.” He wrapped an arm under her breasts, taking control of her body. With the other hand he tilted her head back on his shoulder and kissed her, really kissed her. She mewled against his lips, savoring the affection. All the while he was slowly filling her until his dick was buried to the hilt and she was sitting flush on his lap. “I think I could fall for a feisty cowgirl like you,” he murmured.

Chapter Ten

Clay loved the tight fit of Angel’s ass around his cock. The pressure alone was nearly enough to make him come. But he was trying to teach the cowgirl control, so he certainly had to maintain his own. After giving her a generous amount of time to adjust to his size, he began to lift her up and down over his stiff dick. They watched the length appear and disappear in the mirror together. His hands were around her tiny ribs, her full breasts jiggling each time he brought her down.

“Open your legs wider. I want to see how your little ass stretches for me.” She obeyed without question, spreading her legs as far as they would go. The girl was as flexible as a gymnast. With her head resting on his shoulder he pumped in and out of her, now able to get the full view of his cock filling her ass. “If your boyfriend would come to his senses, I’d be able to show you how good it feels to be double-fucked.” He wasn’t able to get the idea out of his head since that night in the barn. There was nothing quite like filling a woman to the brink, all her holes stuffed so full of cock she could barely move.

“Like you said, he probably just used me.”

“Any man who would give up a fine young thing like you doesn’t have his head screwed on right. I imagine whatever’s keeping him away has little to do with you.” He’d seen the love in the other man’s eyes for Angel. She wasn’t the kind of woman a man could walk away from, certainly not after she gave him the gift of her innocence.

“Maybe.” She sought his mouth, surprising him, her tongue flicking his lips. If that other cowboy didn’t step up, Clay would keep the filly for himself. It may be the most foolish thing he could do with a new business to run and barely enough time to think, but he’d make the time for her.

“I can’t hold back any longer.” He’d gone slowly to ensure she had a painless introduction to anal sex, but it was time for him to get some much-needed relief. Clay flipped her around without withdrawing from her body so she was kneeling on the bed, supported by her hands. He held those luscious hips and began to fuck her ass, thrusting in and out, working up a faster rhythm. When he glanced to the side, he could see her breasts swaying, the beautiful lines of her body bent forward as he drove into her from behind. She clutched his comforter in both fists, making feral sounds, breathing rapidly. Clay’s body was covered in a sheen of sweat, his heart pounding in his chest. He’d forgotten about the man inside him, too busy with his roles as businessman, brother, rancher. But this was exactly what he needed—a good, hard fucking and a sweet little cowgirl in his life.

“Oh God, it’s happening,” she cried. “I feel it coming.”

“You’ve behaved. Let it go, sweet thing. Come for me.”

His balls pulled up tight to his body, ripe with his seed. It had been ages since he spent inside a woman, and none could compare to Angel’s innocence and fire. She began to whine, either fighting her release or unable to leap over the edge without help. He reached around and pinched her bud as he continued to rock in and out of her. The second she released, he let go, spilling in her ass with a drawn-out groan. He’d never come so hard or long. His perception of the present and future seemed to morph as he came inside Angel’s ass. An epiphany. When Clay set his mind to something, nothing would sway him. He wouldn’t let this cowgirl go.

* * * *

Landon planned to find Angel tonight and talk to her. Besides, he had something he knew she’d love. He hoped it would make up for his absence all week. It had been torture staying away from her, but he wouldn’t be made less of a man by Clay Roberts. He knew that wealthy cowboy wanted Angel for himself. Men just knew these things. And why would she choose Landon over him? One man had wiped the table with the other one financially, so to speak. Clay was probably laughing about how pathetic he was—no job, no business, no land, and no future. Landon almost had the girl, but he wouldn’t commit to Angel when he had nothing to offer. It wasn’t right, and even her folks would drive him off the property, certain he couldn’t provide for their only daughter. Clay could provide everything her heart desired, and her family was in love with him for saving the town from certain financial hardship.

He knew he should have confronted Angel about his feelings. She could be misinterpreting his absence, thinking he didn’t want her. But he felt smaller than a speck of dust. His stress level was keeping him up at night. Landon worried about his parents, his future, providing for the girl he was in love with. He had so many questions but not enough answers, and he focused all the blame on Clay Roberts. For a brief moment in time he’d actually befriended the cowboy, saw him as a new friend. What a poor judgment of character that had been. He should have believed Angel when she said the guy was shifty.

Angel wasn’t home when he tried calling, so he decided he’d drown his sorrows at Carter’s. He’d probably find Grant and some of the guys shooting pool. Right now he needed a distraction before he lost his mind.

He pulled into the strip mall, driving to the end where the local pub awaited him. He’d been coming to Carter’s since before he could remember. For the past week he’d avoided the place in fear of his friends pitying him, offering him jobs they didn’t need help with, or the whispers behind his back.