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THE SHOCKED LOOK ON Dusty’s face melts into pure lust.
I’m being brazen as hell. But I need a new wish, like he said, and my new wish is to not sit on the sidelines of my life and wonder what it feels like to really live. I wish to know what it feels like to give myself to a man
To have an honest-to-God orgasm in the company of another person.
He’s staring at my breasts now. But still not touching me. The heat of my blush starts on my cheeks but radiates out. My scalp, my chest, it’s all on fire. Did I get it wrong? Is this not what he wanted too?
Why am I so stupid? I’m as vulnerable as a person can get right now, half naked laying on a table in front of a full clothed man. He could do anything he wants to me, and he’s not interested.
This cannot be happening. Am I really that clueless?
If I were any kind of actress at all, I would get into character, any character, and save face. Pretend I’m not me. That his rejection doesn’t burn like cold fire.
But, truthfully, I don’t think I can act my way out of a paper bag. That’s part of my problem in Hollywood. I loved being on stage in my high school plays, but being a working actress is a lot different. I’ve just been too stubborn to call it quits.
I won’t make that mistake right now. I’m reaching for the towel to cover up when he finally speaks. “Are you sure about this? This is what you want?”
I yank up the towel. “I don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to do, cowboy.”
As for me, I’m moving back to Ohio. I’ll get a job just like the one I have in hopefully a better neighborhood and get seven cats and eat whatever I want and just... screw my dreams. To hell with them. They never got me very far.
And screw men, for that matter. Or...the opposite of screw men.
I have batteries. I don’t need a fantasy man. I don’t need racy red lingerie that’s probably uncomfortable to wear anyway. I don’t need to know what it’s like to be filled up with someone else. To lose myself to sensation. I’ll be just fine on my own.
Who needs a husband or kids even? My brothers will settle down soon, and I can be an awesome auntie. I don’t need anything else. I’m not going to shed one more tear over being passed over again and again.
I need to come to terms with the fact that something about me just isn’t good enough. Not for acting. Not for dating. Not even for a quick, no-strings, you don’t even have to work for it I’m already naked on a flat surface fling.
“Darlin’, there’s very little I don’t want to do to you right now.”
I roll my eyes and sit up, the blood rushing from my head. “Yeah, you seem like a man at the end of his tether right now. You’re barely refraining, I can tell.” I glance over and get a peek of the bulge in his track pants. He’s either really hard or he’s storing a hammer in there. “Oh.”
“Yeah, ‘oh.’ The problem isn’t that I’m not at the end of my tether. I’m there. Believe me. I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
It’s too late. I am not setting myself up for more rejection. Not anymore.
One more try.
No.
C’mon, girl. One more, and if it doesn’t work out, you never have to try again.
No. He doesn’t want me.
It looks like he wants you. What do you have to lose?
Nothing. I have absolutely nothing left to lose. One last shred of dignity isn’t doing me any good. He’d be a generous lover. He’s the hottest man I’ve ever been alone with.
Maybe I’m not worth one more try. But he is.
While I’m having this crazy internal argument with myself, that bulge keeps getting impossibly bigger. I draw on the memory of what it was like when I used to get on the stage in high school. Back when I thought, hell, everyone thought, I was a good actress. Back when I believed in myself. My talent. My worth. The big fish who didn’t know she was swimming in a very small pond. That girl still has to be inside me somewhere, right? And it’s time to make her a woman.
One more try.
I stare at his pants another second more and bite my lip as I raise my eyes slowly up the rest of his granite hard body until they meet with his. His nostrils flare slightly and his eyes get darker.
Lights. Camera. Action.
“Then I must not be doing this seduction thing right.” Which is no surprise. “I was hoping that maybe I had what it takes to bring out the very bad cowboy that I’m sure you’re hiding in there.”
He’s grinding his jaw so hard, his mandible is ticking. “Be careful what you wish for, Ruby,” he tells me through clenched teeth.
“That’s just it. I’m done wishing, Dusty. I’m ready for action, not daydreams. I promised myself a fling on this trip, and if you’re not interested, maybe I’ll just keep looking.”
Liar.
Shush. Keep it up.
His eyes narrowed. “Keep looking?”
I shrug with exaggeration. “You have a nice construction crew working with you. About six men to choose from. Plus the wranglers. You’re my first choice, but—”
His hand over my mouth stops my train of thought. “Don’t finish that sentence, little girl. I’m a man on the edge as it is. Nobody else touches you. You understand?”
The flutter in my stomach understands. Growly, jealous cowboys are delicious.
I nod and he removes his hand. “What’s it going to take to push you over the edge then, cowboy?”
His whole body is tense, his muscles flexing under that T-shirt. So much strength and power coiled up in those beefy arms. I want to feel it. I want him wrapped around me. Trapping me. Caging me.
He closes his eyes, letting out a resigned sigh. “Lay down, Ruby. Let’s finish this massage.”
Not exactly what I was hoping for. What’s a girl gotta do to get a ravishing around here? But I do as he says, and he yanks the towel from my body in an economy of movement that startles me.
“Relax, baby girl.” His voice is lower now. Gravelly. It jumbles my insides like rocks in a tumbler. He drizzles warm oil on my chest; it trickles little rivulets over my skin. “Are you ready for more, angel?”
God, yes. “Please.”
Once again, he starts on my shoulders, working the oil into my skin with his firm hands. They glide down my arms, and he picks up my wrists and ease them above my head. “Hold on to this pillow,” he orders, and I do, knowing my boobs are lifting up to him wantonly. “Good girl. I bet you don’t always do what you’re told, do you?”
I snort.
“I don’t mind a little sass. I like a challenge, city girl.” His hands roam down my sides, catching some side boob, but ignoring my hard nipples. I can feel them poking the air, so needy for attention. “I’m a little worried about not being professional here. You being a guest at my resort and a client on my massage table, and all. I don’t want any trouble, so we’re going to make sure that everything I do to you is something you’re begging for. How’s that sound?”
The noise that comes out of me is a new one. A half-whimper, half-groan. This is nothing like my fantasies of a big city CEO taking my virginity politely. This is carnal, what he’s making me feel. I always thought sex would be like vulnerable pieces being plucked out of me one at a time by gentle, suave hands. Instead, it feels like he wants me to just filet myself open for him. No hiding behind shy sensibilities. He’s not taking anything, he’s making me give myself to him.
His large hands rest just underneath my breasts. “Ask me to touch your tits, if that’s what you want.”
“Please.”
He circles around them with those talented fingers, but doesn’t touch the aching centers. “I’m going to need a little more than that.”
I groan. “Please, touch my tits, Dusty.”
“Good girl.”
I’m rewarded with firm strokes as he cups and squeezes me. My hips start moving, desperate for more. His hands cup my breasts and he drags his fingernails in circles around my nipples, making sure not to touch. I moan and arch my back so my chest is thrust further toward him, begging for him to touch them, pull on them, anything. He pinches both my nipples at the same time, and I arch nearly off the table.
“Easy, sweetness.” He gentles his touch, bringing me back down from the cliff of desire, and then he pinches them roughly again, revving me back up.
I moan.
"Does it feel good?" he asks in a quiet, low tone.
God, his voice strums something deep inside me. "Mmmm," is all I am able to reply. Every circuit in my brain is overloading.
He teases me some more, grabbing each nipple between his thumb and index finger and rolling them back and forth.
"You like it when I play with your hard nipples, city girl?"
I mutter words, I think. I don’t know what words. Just words.
He pinches them harder and pulls, making me cry out in pleasure.
"What's that, sweetness?"
"Yes, I love it when you play with my hard nipples. God, it feels so good.”
He lets go of them, replacing one hand with his mouth, slurping and sucking my tit while he gropes at the other. Oh my God. My pussy clenches hard like it’s directly attached to my chest. His tongue flicks, then he takes my nipple in his mouth and rolls it gently between his teeth.
“Your tits are made for a man to fuck.”
I don’t even know what that means, so I moan because it sounds fucking hot to me.
Sure, yes, fuck my tits. I bet that’s amazing.
Then he’s massaging my torso again. Bringing his hands down over my hips, down my legs and back up. I’m so wet I’m leaking onto the towel beneath me. I don’t know if I should be embarrassed by that or not. I don’t know if nice girls are supposed to get so wet. But I’m not supposed to be a nice girl right now, am I?
Those large hands separate my legs so he can massage the insides of them. But he teases me by avoiding the apex where I’m literally drooling for his attention. A few more minutes and I’m trembling. “Dusty, please.”
“Please what?”
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
“You know what I mean.”
“You’re the guest. You’re going to have to ask for what you want.”
Someday, if I’m lucky, I will repay him in kind for this torture. “Cowboy, please touch my pussy.”
"Bend your legs," he instructs. I plant my feet flat against the table and bend my legs, spread open for him. Vulnerable in a way I’ve never known.
“Oh, baby. That’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I blush at the compliment, which is ridiculous.
He dips his fingers through the lips. “So juicy.” I squirm when he strokes my clit. “So creamy.” He slips a finger inside me. Then two.
"Dusty!” I yell. I’m so thankful we’re alone in this house, but I feel like they could probably hear me all the way in Buffalo.
“Yes, baby?”
“Oh, God.”
He pumps them inside me, using his thumb to put pressure on my clit. "How about this? Does this feel good?"
The sound that comes out of me is part moan, part prayer.
"I asked you a question. Do you like it when I fuck your tight, wet pussy with my fingers, city girl?"
"Oh, yes," I utter on an exhale. I love it.
“Look at me, Ruby.”
I angle my head as he lowers his, forcing me to keep eye contact with him while he puts his mouth on my pussy. It’s unbearably intimate. I can’t hide behind closed eyes. I can’t hide behind the mask of a character I’m pretending to be. It’s me. It’s him. It’s us. Earthy and raw. His tongue is exploring my folds, drinking me.
Oh my God, he’s drinking me.
I want to look away when he swirls the pearl of my clit in his mouth. But he holds me captive in his hungry gaze. The connection is too intense. Too much pleasure. Too much sensation.
He moves his fingers just right, hitting the secret spot inside that I’ve never quite gotten with a toy. I jolt and he pulls his lips off me. "You're so fucking hot, Ruby. I wanted to fuck you as soon as you rounded the corner of that limo."
I squeeze my eyes closed. "I'm going to come!"
"Oh, no, you're not. Not yet." He takes his fingers out of me and rubs my wetness on my breast before he leans down and sucks it into his mouth.
“I think I’m still going to come,” I say, the sensation of him tasting my pussy on my tits is so dirty, so nasty, I think it will send me right over.
"I told you not yet. I want you to come when I’m inside you. I want to feel the walls of your pussy clutching around me, milking me as you come all over my dick."
“Then stop talking dirty because you’re about to send me over the edge.”
He chuckles. “Maybe you need a distraction then.” He brings one of my hands to the huge bulge in his pants. God, he’s hard as iron in there. I squeeze and his eyes roll back. “Yeah. That’s it, sweetness.”
That thing is probably going to hurt like hell. I can hardly wait. I want him inside me. I need him inside me. I tug on his waistband, bringing my other hand off the pillow to help. The beast springs free and hits me in the face.
Two hands. I need two hands to hold it. It jumps against my palms, pulsing.
Dusty groans and rips his shirt off his body. His chiseled chest and abs are ridged for my pleasure. The springy hair swirls lightly around his pecs and tapers in a dusting down rock-hard abs until it gets to his perfect cock. The one I’m holding in both hands. Oh my God. I have ideas about what I’m supposed to do with it, but I’m not proficient by any means. I’m going on pure instinct here and hoping I don’t screw this up.
I take one hand off so I can see his cock better. It’s a perfect shade of pink and so damn thick and long. The bulbous tip is big. Too big. And it’s coated in clear precum. My mouth waters. I want that. I want to taste him there. I want to know the texture of him on my tongue, my lips. I’ve never gone down on anyone before, but I’m hoping enthusiasm will make up for lack of experience because I’m pretty damn excited about getting him in my mouth.
“Like what you see?”
“I think you’re perfect.”
He leans down, his hand cupping my cheek then delving into my hair. “I can’t decide if I want to treat you like glass or fuck you like an animal, sweetness. You revved up a part of me that makes me want to say things to you that a man doesn’t say to a lady.” He’s searching my eyes. What does he see there? “Are you there with me, angel? Do you understand what I’m asking?”
“I don’t want you to hold back. Let go with me, Dusty. I don’t want to be a lady right now.”
“I don’t want to offend you or—” He stops talking when I squeeze his dick. “Fair enough. Do you think you can take this big cowboy cock, city girl?”
“I know I can.” I hope.
He takes himself in hand and rubs his cock on my lips. “Do you want a taste, darlin’?”
I stick out my tongue and lick the underside of the ridge, letting him coat my lips with the clear fluid. I’m hooked on his taste instantly. He’s earthy and clean. It’s a weird angle, me laying down and him standing at my head, but I make the most of it and try to get more of him in my mouth.
“God damn. That’s good. Oh, baby.” He pulls away.
“Hey,” I complain.
He pushes his pants all the way off his legs and steps out of them, then he scoops me up off the table, carrying me to that great big bed like I weigh nothing. When I’m in the middle of it, he pins me down, the solid weight of him pushing me into the downy softness below me, the contrast unbearably wonderful.
And then he kisses me.
I can’t believe I had his cock in my mouth before he even kissed me, but it doesn’t matter much now. His hard cock is digging into my stomach while his tongue tangles with mine. I taste myself on him. I always thought that sounded weird. But it’s not. It’s hot as fuck.
I’ve never been kissed so hungrily, so intimately. I pour myself into the kiss, trying to tell him everything I don’t have words for. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he moves his hips so his dick slides through my wet heat. We both groan.
“Fuck, you feel so good, darlin’.” He moves down, kissing my neck, my tits, my stomach. He rubs his cheek against my mound. “You’re so wet for me. I can’t wait to feel you tight around my dick.”
“How about now?”
“Nah. Busy.” He parts my legs and trails his tongue around my inner thighs, always getting closer, but never close enough. When he parts my pussy with his fingers, I brace for more, but he pauses.
“What’s wrong?”
“Not a damn thing. I’m just waiting for you to tell me what you want.”
Oh. My. God. He’s not going to make this easy on me at all, is he?
“Cowboy, I want to ride your tongue.”
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SHE’S THE DEVIL’S DAUGHTER wearing angel white.
I don’t know how else to explain the different feelings she’s pulling out of me. I want to put her on a pedestal as much as I want to fuck her in the gutter.
I flip us over and roughly bring that sweet pussy to my face. “Then ride me, baby.”
I guess she’s just as conflicted as I am because the girl who just wanted to ride my tongue is now blushing like a fire engine and frozen in shock.
No matter. I grab two handfuls of that juicy ass and bring her down to my mouth. I love the way she tastes, the slick feel of her on my tongue. I grind her hips until she catches the rhythm and throws back her head.
Her thighs are trembling as I gorge on the feminine feast between her legs. I’ve always thought I was a good and patient lover. I’ve enjoyed eating pussy over the years, but it’s never been anything like this. Like I can’t get enough.
This isn’t sex like anything I’ve ever had.
“Wait. Wait.” She’s pushing on my chest, putting distance between us. I growl like a damned wolf trying to guard its meal. “You’re going to make me come. You said you wanted me to...oh God...You said...”
“Forget what I fucking said. Come on my face, darlin’. You can come on my dick next.” This isn’t going to be a one and done, that’s for damn sure.
Easy, boy. Don’t get too caught up.
I squeeze her ass to me again and just gorge on her until she’s sobbing my name and goes limp above me. I ain’t even sure I’m ready to stop, but she’s shivering and shaking, and I need to make sure I didn’t just kill the poor girl with pleasure.
She’s supple and soft as I roll us to our sides. Her face is slack, her eyelids heavy, and my city girl looks relaxed for the first time since I met her. I did that. I took all her bones and turned them to jelly. Male pride fills me up.
“Am I still alive?” she asks, cracking one eye open.
“I sure as hell hope so. I still have plans for you.”
She smiles wryly. “I don’t think I can move. I hope you don’t need my help.”
“You’ll move just fine, trust me.” The way my girl responds to sex, she’ll be up and ready again in a minute or two.
She’s not your girl.
I best not get too wrapped up in this. She’s leaving in a week.
I lay her flat on her back and nuzzle those pretty tits some more, my dick reminding me that we didn’t complete our mission just yet.
I rub my cock against the entrance of her pussy, gathering the juices and teasing us both.
"What do you think, sweetheart? What do want me to do?" I ask coyly, loving the sweet shudder of breath she lets out when I graze her clit.
“What are my choices?”
"One choice really. I’m going to plunge my long, hard cock balls-deep inside your tight wet pussy and fuck you relentlessly until you come all over my dick."
She smiles. “I have condoms in the drawer.”
She indicates with her eyes which nightstand, so I reach over and suit up. I want to fuck her raw. I want to fill her with my cum and watch it drip out of her. But that’s not how this world works, and I’m fine with latex if it gets me inside the heaven between her legs.
As wet and lax as she is, I don’t expect I’ll need any more foreplay. But she was tight around my fingers, and I’m hung like a horse. I don’t want to hurt the poor girl. I lean down and give her a few more licks, loving the subtle flavors of her.
I pull back. “Do you think you can give me another one, angel?” I have this deep need inside me to see her come again. I suck on that beautiful cunt like a man possessed...again...until she’s bucking into my chin and crying out. “God damn, that’s a beautiful sight.”
I slide back up her body, covering her as she comes down from that high with violent shivers. My cock is probing her pussy, and I can’t wait any longer, suddenly thrusting every inch of myself inside her in one go.
I rear back. She’s stiff as a board, her eyes wide, and I realize I felt a barrier when I slammed into her.
Fuck. Me.
She’s a virgin.
Or she was.
“Ruby? Are you okay?” I hold very still. Damn it, I don’t want to break her. She’s tight like a vise and every fiber of my being is bursting with pure ecstasy and perfect shame. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
She’s pursing her lips together so hard they are white. “Are you mad?”
“No!” I yell. Then shake my head and try again. “No,” I say, much quieter this time. “I’m just confused. I didn’t know. I would have...treated you more carefully.”
She whimpers. “You’re really fucking big.”
Her voice cracks a little on the word big, and I rest my forehead against hers, breathing deep, trying not to fucking move. “Yeah, sweetheart.”
I’m a fucking brute is what I am. Practically a giant to her. I grit my teeth against the urge to thrust. Deeper. Harder. That’s all I want in this world right now, but I can’t. I feel like an ox in a miniature shop. There’s too much of me and not enough of her. I can’t believe I broke her cherry so roughly. Like a damned clod.
“This is...a little awkward.”
“Hey,” I catch her eyes with mine. I want to comfort her. I feel like such an asshole. “It’s just us. We’re as close as two people can be right now. I’m inside you, angel. Nothing that happens in this bed is wrong, okay?”
She nods, but her eyes are shining with unshed tears. “It’s starting to hurt less.”
“Good. Good.” I exhale. “Do you want to stop? I can...pull out.” God, please let her say no.
“No. I want to keep going. I wanted it to be you. This is what I want.”
“Darlin’.” I don’t even know how to feel about that. “I could have been gentler. Should have been. I should have made this better for you.”
“Well, we’re not done, right?”
I bury my nose in her neck, inhaling that sweet, sugary scent of her. I’ll never go to the county fair again without thinking of her when I smell the cotton candy. “Nope. We’re not done yet.”
“So make it good for me now then.” She shifts her hips, and I groan.
I’m balls-deep in virgin pussy. She’s been saving it for twenty-some years, and it’s me she chose to give it to. I’ve never felt more like a man of worth and more out of my depth at the same time.
I’m not going to rut into her like I want to. I need to give her something sweet to remember. I pull out a little and push back in slowly. Fuck. She feels so amazing. So tight and wet and warm. I wheeze in another few breaths, trying to keep control.
I work in and out of her slowly, letting her feel every single inch of me rubbing against those tight walls inside her body. The tension she’s been holding onto from that first, rough thrust starts easing off. She tilts her hips up invitingly. Yeah. That’s it.
As I rock into her, building more and more momentum, she starts meeting me thrust for thrust. Her nails dig into my back, spurring me faster, harder. I want to make sure she’s into it, not just in pain, so I pull my head back and get a long look into her face.
Her pretty eyes look right into me, and I lose focus for a minute, lost in her. “How you doing, angel?”
She smiles and my heart squeezes in a new, unfamiliar way.
Hell. My fool heart needs to stay in its own lane. I ignore whatever it’s trying to tell me and shift the mood back to giving the lady what she came for. “You getting ready to come on my cock? I can hardly wait. You’re so fucking tight.” I pull out so just the tip is nuzzled between those sweet lips of her cunt before slamming hard back into her.
“Oh, yes,” she wails.
“Am I filling you up real good, Ruby? Is this what you wanted? To be stuffed full of me?
“Yes, Dusty. Yes.”
God, I’d give anything to rip the fucking rubber off my dick and go at her raw. I want to fill her pussy up with my cum. Paint the damn walls of it white. I want to see myself dripping out of her. I’d love to put a baby in there.
Oh, fuck. That does it. The thought of her walking around the ranch all round with a baby I planted in her jacks me up, and I squeeze her flesh wherever I get a hold of it. I’m growling and snarling now, and her pussy clenches around me like a velvet fist. “That’s it. Milk my cock.”
“I’m coming. Oh, God.” She’s so wet now I can feel it trickling down my balls. I don’t think I can hold out much longer, but I slow my pace to match the spasms and quivers of her pussy, drawing out her pleasure as long as I can.
When her waves start slowing down, I pick up my pace, grinding into her as the tingle starts in the base of my spine. I get one more flash of fucking a baby into her while I pound inside her as I come right over the edge of bliss.