Over the Barrel (21 page)

"Yes, I do believe we stand clean before
Him.
 
I would be honored to make
love to you, but are you certain you do not wish for a real bed?" he
responded as
his hand wandered to her left breast to caress
it.

"I wish
it to happen here.
 
Under the stars.
 
That would feel wonderful," Blair
murmured her approval as he lightly tweaked her nipple and leaned in for a
kiss.
 
In the darkness of the night,
Blair
felt his shaft stiffening against her, growing larger
as their mouths each explored the other.
 
She caressed his bulging biceps as her hands wandered over his warm
skin.

Sloan stood and again led her back to the
bedrolls.
 
He
passionately kissed his way down her face to her neck, tilting her head to the
left and sucking gently on her skin, leaving his mark behind her ear.
 
Blair strained to allow him access to
below her chin, the heat from his lips melting her into a pool of liquid
desire.
 
The dew slowly collected
between her legs as her excitement rose.
 
Blair
released her fear and submitted to his guidance, allowing
her inner wild nature to control her actions.
 
She was like a cat in heat, and she
mewed as her body begged to be fucked.

Blair
was clay in his hands now, yearning to be sculpted for his
pleasure.
 
Sloan let his lips trail
down to her breasts and he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking softly.
 
A moan escaped Blair's throat as she
arched her back and thrust her chest towards him.
 
He increased his suction and began to
nip with his teeth as her nipple become puffy.
 
His hand moved to her other breast,
gently twisting her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
 
He released the one breast from his
mouth and pushed her breasts together and went from one nipple to the other,
sucking and licking them until Blair cried out.

Her womanly
delights were ready for whatever he chose to do.
 
Blair slid her hand down over her belly
and parted her swollen mound with her fingers, to feel her pulsing clit harden
into a little granite pebble in anticipation.
 
Her quivering tunnel yearned to be
filled with thick, living flesh—something more than the long finger that
now slid past her maidenhead.

Blair
groaned with pleasure as Sloan moved the single digit back and forth inside her
tightly stretched hole, flicking her clit with his thumb.
 
She wriggled underneath him, bringing
her hands back to his shoulders and digging her nails into his flesh as she
gasped with pleasure.
 
Sloan bit
lightly down upon her neck and drew a tiny portion of flesh into his mouth to
leave another mark of his possession.

Blair began
to tremble with need.
 
Sloan guided
her hand to his hardened manhood and swiped the tip of her index finger over
the top, catching the tiny bead of liquid that began to seep from the throbbing
head.
 
He brought her finger to her
mouth.

"Taste
me," he whispered hoarsely, his eyelids heavy with lust.

"Fuck
me, Sloan," Blair moaned, ignoring the social standards of speech.
 
Etiquette, manners, and rules of
propriety were abandoned as he hovered over her with his legs between hers.
 
He spread her thighs apart, and pulled
her feet off the ground while pushing her knees to her chest.
 
He reached between them and inserted two
fingers into her virgin hole, meeting resistance at her hymen.

Once again, he flicked
her clit with his thumb while leaning down to engulf
a nipple between his lips.
 
He
rolled his tongue around it, sucking and nibbling, before he moved to the twin
mound on the opposite side.
 
Ever so
gently, he positioned his manhood to her entrance and slowly slid the
mushroom-shaped helmet within her body.

"You are so tight," he whispered.
 
"This will only hurt for a moment,
my sweet."

"I don't care.
 
Fuck me," Blair demanded, pushing
her pelvis towards him.

Sloan
hefted her ankles over his shoulders and leaned
down to kiss her hard.
 
As his lips
met hers, he plunged his huge cock inside her, tearing her hymen and stretching
her wide open.
 
Her scream was
stifled in his mouth as her innards contracted with the pounding of her
pulse.
 
She tightened around his
still shaft, her body slowly growing accustomed to the invader.

Sloan
moved slowly inside of her, inch by inch, responding as her tender body
began to rock in response to his movements.
 
His strokes became bolder, and he pulled
out a little more with each stroke until his entire length was plunging inside
her, and his outward strokes left only the head of his cock inside her moist
center of delight.

"Sloan, it feels so wonderful!
 
More!" Blair demanded as she moved
with him
, her hips lifting to meet his thrust and impaling herself
further on his steely shaft.
 
She pushed
her pelvis down to the bedroll as he pulled out, forcing the tip of his cock to
rub against her hungry clit.
 
She
threw her head back in ecstasy, drunk with pleasure at the incredible joining
of a man and woman.
 

Sloan's cock thickened and
the head swelled inside of her, making Blair moan with new desire.
 
"On
your knees, Blair.
 
Quickly,"
he
said.
 
"Put that
lovely bottom
high up in the air and rest your
head in your arms."

Blair obeyed, wagging her
backside and inviting him to reenter her warm, misty cave.

"I
see," he grinned, grabbing her bottom with both hands to hold her
still.
 
"Do you think that
teasing me with this beautiful backend is going to be good for you?"
 
He reached down with one hand and
wrapped his fingers around his engorged organ.
 
He centered it on her slit and slid it
inside of her with agonizing slowness, forcing her to feel every throbbing inch
of his hardness.

Blair leaned
forward, moaning deeply as she was filled to the hilt with him.
 
"Sloan," she softly whimpered,
"I don't think I can take anymore.
 
Please, no more, that's enough."

"Just a
little more, sweetheart.
 
I'm going
very slowly," he coaxed.
 
"This belongs to you now and I want you to feel every inch.
 
Relax and take a couple of deep
breaths.
 
Good girl, just like that.
 
Relax, Blair, we are almost there."

Blair
inhaled deeply as she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her
womb.
 
She gasped as he pushed a
tiny bit more, seated himself fully inside of her, and started to slowly push
forward.
 
Blair squealed and then
held her breath, feeling a soft, firm prickly sensation tickling her clit.

"What's
that touching me?" Blair cautiously inquired.

"My
sack, darling.
 
I am deep inside of
you.
 
I am going to move in and out
now, and want you to do whatever feels natural.
 
Bear down as I enter you, and try to hold
me as I leave.
 
It will increase
your pleasure."

He pulled
his entire length out of her except for the glistening tip and then leaned
forward to fill her once again, bouncing his balls against her with every thrust.
 
His movement intensified, and he drove
into her inviting canal with hungry force, each movement touching her
glistening pearl.
 
He wrapped his
arms around her and spread her engorged lips wider so that he could play with
the nub as he relentlessly pummeled her.

Blair shoved
her bottom against him, begging for him to pound her harder, faster and
deeper.
 
Her body screamed with
want, and she felt quite the insatiable vixen under his skilled touch.
 
Sloan reached with this thumbs and
pressed on either side of her clit, rocking back and forth with every
calculated thrust of his hips.

"Arghhh!"
Blair cried out as she started to shake uncontrollably in a spinning
climax.
 
Unable to draw a breath,
she felt the spastic twitching of her womanhood, her muscles clenching so
tightly to Sloan's cock that it momentarily cut off his own release.
 
She sucked in air as his hot juices
erupted and bathed her insides in delightful spurts.

Sloan
buckled against her back, and they both fell to the ground, gasping for air.
 
Blair's sex continued to shudder in the
aftermath of the explosion.
 
Blair
forced herself to breathe; her body felt as though it were floating above the
ground.
 
Together, they slowed their
panting, both groaning as Sloan's manhood ceased its pulsing, then softened and
slid from her.
 
Blair wiggled
underneath him, forcing herself to her back.

"Thank
you," she whispered, tears from her pleasure sparkling in her eyes.

"Did I
hurt you?" Sloan asked with concern, lying next to her and pulling her
head onto his shoulder.

Blair stared
up at the stars.
 
"It was the
type of pain I would endure again."

"You
will not have to.
 
It is only
pleasure from now on."

"Mmm, I
do like pleasure.
 
Could we do this
again?"

Sloan
chuckled, kissing her head.
 
"I've created a monster.
 
Sleep now, darling.
 
We have
a long day to look forward to.
 
Especially you."

"Me?
 
Why do you say that?
 
You agreed to camp here for an extra day
before we went into town."

Sloan
squeezed her bottom from beneath, making her squeal.
 
"I certainly did, and a good thing,
too.
 
The wagon will be most
uncomfortable for you, plus we have to take care of a grandfather you have
never met, who sounds as though he might not be the most trustworthy of
people."

"Since
neither of those will occur for me tomorrow, is there anything else that might
cause me discomfort?" she asked, tickling his nipples before placing her
mouth upon them.

"I
suspect you will be a bit tender from our time together just now.
 
I promise to do what I can to ease
that."

"How
would you do that?" Blair asked seductively, placing her arm around his
chest and lightly petting the silky, pale brown hair.

"You
will find out later.
 
Sleep, my
dear."
 
He snuggled her against
him.
 
"And thank you."

"For
what?"

"Making
me a happy man."

Blair
wrinkled her nose as she rumbled down the slope in the hard-seated wooden wagon
pulled by Skinwalker.
 
Trotting next
to her was Sloan on the buckskin, his rifle cradled comfortably in his arms.

"How
are you doing?" he asked with a smirk.

"My
arse is on fire and my heart is in the clouds," Blair responded, sticking
her tongue out at him playfully.
 
"Who are all those people?"

"Miners
heading up to Pike's Peak.
 
They are
looking for a vein."

"What I
am looking for is a hot bath and a thick steak," Blair sighed, yelping as
the wagon bounced under her still-tender rump.
 
She steered Skinwalker onto a smoother
portion of the wide, worn path.
 
"How are you going to present yourself?"