Authors: Fiona Knightingale
He rubbed her from the inside all the way from her deep wet folds out to her pink flower up above. He stroked her for a few long, gorgeous moments as she sighed to herself, losing track of time for just a moment—maybe even for once drowning out bad memories of yesterday. Billy Jameson really was different. A lady’s man for sure, but at least a gentleman. At least a man who knew his own strength and had no reason to prove himself to anybody.
He kissed a path of wet, hungry kisses up from her belly button to her breasts. He pressed her breasts together, kissing both sides as he continued tracing a path up to her trembling lips.
“Let’s go to the bed,” he whispered.
“Uh-uh,” she smiled. “I don’t trust myself with you.”
“But you trust me, right?”
“I trust that you know what you’re doing. I have no doubts of that.”
“Then just for a few minutes. Then we’ll stop.”
“Mmm…a girl’s got to be careful who she sleeps around with.”
Billy lifted her up into his arms and walked her over to the bedroom. “Not if she’s married,” she said. “And hey, we have the perfect cover for an accident, don’t we?”
He threw her on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt, showing his hairy chest and muscular pectorals and abs. She had so rarely stared at the beauty of a naked man. Her other “keeper” never undressed. When she saw Billy stripping down to his pants and pantsuit she smiled, feeling like a spoiled wife for the first time in her life.
He pulled his pantsuit down and showed her member—the same achingly red and long cock she stuffed into her mouth. This time he wanted to give it to her, to let her play with it as she wished.
She stroked it with her hands, rubbing it down and enjoying his grunts and cackles as she firmed him up.
She crawled down to meet him as he hoisted his body over her, finding her midsection and climbing on top. She spread her legs out far, preparing for a lunge. But he was gentle for a change. A slow but steady entry that took time caressing her sensitive walls. She was wet all over and enjoyed the sensation of wetting his dry cock with her juices, dripping down on him with attention and trust.
He began his thrusting rhythm slowly, pushing himself into her and letting the repetition continue naturally as if sensing the perfect timing for when she wanted another stroke.
“Mmmm…yeah…”
“You ready to take it deeper?”
“Mmmm…we shouldn’t…”
“I know it’s a very bad thing. But you tell me if it’s too much.”
“Okay…”
She gasped as he pushed himself a few more inches, leaving no spaces and a tight slippery squeeze.
“Oh I like that!” she cried, spreading her legs farther apart and grabbing him by the hair. “Unghh!” she groaned, clutching her legs onto his sides and trying to touch her toes together.
He gradually increased the speed of his strokes until she was breathing harder and faster.
“Ohh that’s good,” she cried, her legs falling from a clutching position and her arms rubbing his side.
He fired up his “second gun” and began pounding harder into her pussy, reaching back into her deepest regions and coming out dripping wet and hot as tea. He panted and sweated as he began losing control, eventually grabbing her hands and clutching her fingers with his own.
“Ohhhh God!” she screamed, bending her knees and grinding against his fast-stroking cock as their bodies bounced off each other’s sweat and wet genitals.
“Mmmm!” Billy grunted, still gripping her hands right as he thrust himself into her, loving the feeling of listening to her rapid heartbeat.
“Don’t cum,” she said, finding his eyes. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“I can control myself if you can, angel-face.”
“Let me ride you,” she said confidently. “I can control it then.”
Billy was agreeable to anything the beautiful creature had said, the most stunning he had ever seen in her life—and maybe the one that had a filthier mind than even his own outlawed ass. He rolled over on the bed and grabbed his cock in standing position. He watched in surrender as she smiled at him and mounted him on top, pushing his hard dick inside of her pussy and flexing her brow as the thick meat went in deeper.
“Ohh shit, you’re so big. Not a lot of guys are so generous with their gift if you know what I’m saying.”
He laughed, taking the opportunity to grab and hold her bouncing breasts. “I figure if I’ve been blessed I better damn sure use it the way my girl wants me to.”
“Uh huh,” she said excitedly as she began gyrating over his vibrating erection, rolling over him at first until she saw agony in his eyes. He rubbed his hand on her small patch of pubic hair as she rode him, bringing out even more intensity from this hard loving woman who was hard to love—but worth every bit of worry.
She waited until he was about the burst and then started humping him harder, jumping up and down and letting her breasts smack him in the face, which his lips followed in desperation, trying to stuff her nipples in his mouth.
“Oh Billy…I think I’m going to cum…but you can’t cum…”
“Why not?” he answered, finding her eyes but not letting up on his pounding cock still meshing with her shifting pelvis.
“Because…what if we have an accident. And we ain’t exactly a married couple are we?”
“Damn girl,” he said with a smile as he began shoving himself into her at a faster pace. “You worry too much. Worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. Just trust me when I say I am a scoundrel and outlaw and red-headed brat…but always a gentleman.”
“You don’t understand…”
“I understand,” he said, grabbing her hands again and making sure she had no leverage to escape what was coming.
“Mmmm!” she screamed riding him hard and feeling his throbbing cock starting to break. “You don’t understand…I’m going to cum…and make you cum…”
“Let it go. Let it all out, cow girl.”
“Mm-mmm!” she said, stopping the thrusting but convulsing all over her body, crashing his weakening cock down on another wave of lubricant and a soft pink squeeze. “Oh God! Ohhh motherfucker I’m cumming!”
Just as she said it, Billy’s cock buckled and he fired six rounds of his seed into her wetness, grunting and groaning like a man who just been dueled and left to die. He never let go of her fingers, making damn sure her pussy took every last spurt he had to give. Tomorrow be damned. Some good things in life are just worth a crazy risk.
She humped him a few more minutes, unable to get rid of his stubbornly stiff cock even if it was firing blanks by now. She rubbed his chest with her hands, cooing and panting like a hard day out on the ranch. He was a hard project for sure, a fixer upper and the most stubborn beast she had ever met.
But as she finally let a bellow of breath go, and fell down on top of him kissing him lips with over-eager love and devotion, she realized something pretty close to romantic.
“You called me your girl,” she said with a dopey smile, finding his love-drugged eyes. “What did you mean when you said, always a gentleman?”
“What do you think it means, crazy cowgirl?” he said, rubbing her sweaty breasts with his still pussy-covered hand. The filth, the natural state of bodies meshing together was intoxicating to the outlaw Billy Jameson. Better than whiskey, better than gambling. And with a girl who knew what she was doing, maybe even better than sex without commitment.
“It means that if you ever became with child, I’d be a gentleman. And I’d take care of our imaginary child that came from this imaginary marriage.”
She smiled, a bit guardedly, but still hoping that she was the one mail order bride who had lucked out and landed herself a real man.
“But don’t be thinking that you want to settle down and marry me yet. You just got here. And the marriage certificate ain’t even signed yet. I’m sure you’ll need some convincing first before you do something foolish like marrying the outlaw Billy Jameson. How about we limp along for a while and then see how things work out? Maybe some day you’ll even re-marry me, if I may be so bold.”
Jane smiled and kissed him again, too teary-eyed for words.
*
Billy Jameson finally found his rascally old father. The man had sure as hell had been avoiding him after sticking him with a mail order bride he didn’t ask for. That slimy old fat bastard even made Billy pay the bill!
“You yellow bellied mother fucker,” Billy said, looking pissed as he encountered Sheriff Jameson in Town Centre. “How dare you invade my life. Buying me a mail order bride just to prove some stupid point about responsibility. I have half a mind to duel you now, right in front of everybody.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re entitled to feel that way. But just so I know…how’s she working out?”
“She’s all right. But that ain’t the point, and you know it.”
Sheriff Jameson smiled. “I’m sure I can get a refund if she’s not working out.”
“Don’t concern yourself with any of that. Just know, you try anything funny like that again and that’s it. I’m going to make your life miserable.”
“Well, a father’s allowed once chance to muck everything up, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, well this is your last chance. I’m serious.”
“So when do I get to meet her?”
“She’s making a big old dinner for everybody. She cooks like a machine. She’s pretty as hell and the hardest-working woman I’ve ever known.”
“Mm, sounds like a keeper, that one.”
“Yeah well you lucked out, old man. You found one in a million. Damned if I’m letting a lovely girl like that get away from me.”
“You’re welcome, boy. You’re welcome.
THE END
Chapter one
I sit here looking at it, salivating at the chance to savor the taste and I know that the urge will be too much of a temptation to walk away from. It mocks me and I reach for it, only to catch myself before I go too far. It’s not time and I have to refrain from indulging in this culinary delight. I’ve always been overanxious and even at Christmas; my parents would come down and find me already tearing into things. This was no different and that package was sitting there waiting for me to do something about it.
“I don’t know what you’re waiting for, Vivian and we both know that you’re not going to be able to hold out for the next hour.” It was only 11:00 AM and my dinner was my favorite Chinese meal of all time. It was the only place in the city that I’d found Chinese Food that had rivaled what I had when I was in China. It was this little old couple that knew exactly what they were doing and they prided themselves on being authentic.
“Brad, I can hold out for as long as I have to.” Brad was my assistant and I felt lucky that I had poached him from my old firm. I’d walked away from a six figure salary that could’ve easily become even bigger, if I was able to keep my mouth shut. Unfortunately, my good sense won over and I walked away, before I became the monster that each and every one of them in that building had become. They didn’t care about the little guy and they would step over them, just so that they could earn a bigger paycheck.
Being African American, it was quite the adjustment to go it alone. People weren’t willing to take me seriously and I had a lot of work to do to earn their trust. I’ve been on my own for the past five years and I can honestly say that I can look in the mirror and respect the person that I was looking at. She might’ve been a little older at 35, but she was wiser and had finally found that she wasn’t just doing it for the money. I had a few more lines around my eyes, but nothing that a bit of makeup couldn’t cover.
“Vivian, I’m not going to be surprised if I come in here in the next 10 minutes and see you already eating without me. You’ve never been one to resist something that was delicious. I don’t even dare bring you those blueberry scones anymore.” At the very mention of those delicate treats, my mouth starts to water and I turn my attention towards the Styrofoam Container that is still warm to the touch. “Vivian, try to have some restraint.” This was my only vise and I had quit smoking when I left my other firm. That was five years ago and I still crave that cigarette. That sweet release of toxic fumes was still tempting after a long days work.
“Brad, for once, I am going to wait until 12:00. You wait and see and it’s just a matter of will power.” He smiled, most likely knowing that I would never be able to take myself at my own word.
When I entered into a courtroom, people didn’t take me seriously and maybe they thought that I was too dainty at 5’6, 135 pounds with long black hair that went down to the small of my back. Maybe it was the kindness of my Emerald eyes. With all of this going for me, I would lull them into a false sense of security. Once I got going, I was a pit bull and I had no problem taking down a corporation for illegal dumping or any other atrocities. Recently, I had been turning my attention towards contractual law and that was what I majored in law school. I guess I was lured away from my morals by big money and promises of becoming a partner.