Jon Black's Woman (9 page)

“Beautiful! Your nipples are
stunning, Molly. Simply stunning,” he told her as his fingers
twirled the erect tips. They were big to start with, but the
vacuuming made the fleshy points puff up and stand out more than
half an inch.

Her groan brought his head up and he
saw need mark her face.

“Please, please fuck me, Jon. I need
you and your large prick inside me. Thrusting. Thrusting hard, hard
and fast until I come. Please, stud. Please make me scream.” She
talked as fast as she could while panting.

“Stud?” A nickname he hadn’t
expected, but if she saw him as a stud, fine. He’d play one and
pleasure her again and again.

“Yes, yes, stud. You’re a
magnificent stud here to help me come.”

“With pleasure,” he told her and
reached for the condom he’d put on the table. Standing back, he
rolled on the rubber while looking at every inch of her body. “Can
you see your nipples and how far they stand out? It is a sexy look
on you. Maybe next time you can go without a bra we’ll plump them
up, leaving them to push against whatever top you’re wearing. It’s
a look I’d like to see on you.”

“Oh, man, take me, Jon. Please! I
need to come badly,” she confessed. “I’m begging you.”

“Shhh,” he tried to calm her down
and he moved until he was flush against her body. “I’ve got you,
flower.”

Slowly, and with as much care as he
could muster, he placed a bit of his cock inside her entrance.
Bending a little, he put his hands under her knees and lifted her
until they could wrap around his waist. Not wishing to hurt her, he
wanted to control the depths his rod went.

Molly muttered again and tried to go
faster, but he wanted to savor the moment. She was slick with
perspiration, hot to the touch, and yet he knew she wasn’t sick.
No, his woman was full of passion and need, and he was the one to
release her pleasure.

“Here we go,” he told her as he
slowly fed his cock inside her pussy. Earlier had been a bit rough
for her; his rod was wide although average in length. Jon would do
nothing to cause her pain.

He watched her face for any signs of
discomfort. Nothing happened and he carried on with what he was
doing. Once he was buried, he pulled out about halfway and pushed
his cock back in until his balls rested against her ass.

“You all right?”

“Please,” she whispered and tried to
bump her hips against his, but couldn’t move.

He assumed she was okay and pulled
out before pushing his hard-on back into her wet heat. Jon tried to
stay focused on moving smoothly in and out of her pussy, but
struggled. He wanted to go wild and fuck her at will, but was
cognizant of her body not being familiar with anything invading her
sweet pussy.

He had the best of intentions, but
they soon fluttered to the wind when he bent over to suck a nipple
into his mouth. She screamed, crying yes over and over again, and
he plunged hard. Molly cried out again and started to come while he
pushed into her pulsating channel and tried to pull back
out.

“Stud,” she called and, with her
eyes on his, stopped fighting his possession. To him, it was a
beautiful moment and he never wanted it to end, but it had to.
Without any warning, her sweet cunt squeezed his rod one too many
times and his seed burst out.

Eventually he was able to rest his
forehead against hers as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
While he tried to catch his breath, he enjoyed the pulsing beat his
cock gave to each pounding beat her pussy offered. They were meant
to be together and their bodies were ensuring he knew this to be
true.

“Will you stay with me?” he asked
while holding her body pressed to the pole.

“Yes, always,” she told him and
sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I want to hold you close, but I
like being held secure for your pleasure.”

“I’ll tie you up whenever you want,”
he said and pulled back to release her arms. They’d been above her
head long enough and he didn’t want her to ever feel
pain.

“Promise?” Her arms dropped around
his neck and joined her legs, which continued to hold him at the
waist.

“Promise,” Jon told her and held her
close. They were going to have a great future together. He simply
knew it, then she surprised him by locking them together with the
strongest words he’d ever heard.

“I love you, Jon. With my heart,
mind, and body, I love you.”

“And I love you, Molly. Those have
been my feelings since you appeared and struck me
silent.”

“Well, you’re talking now and I like
what you’re saying.”

“Then I’ll keep telling you how much
I love you,” he told her and followed it with a kiss. They were
going to make quite a couple, kinky and all. “I need to have a
brand made for you.”

“A what? A brand? Okay, I love you,
but after the tattoo mistake, there is no way I’m getting a brand.
Besides, it sounds almost barbaric.” She pressed her chest against
him and swayed back and forth, causing her nipples to brush against
him.

“Not the type of brand I’m talking
about and it won’t be a mistake, you’ll see.” Jon soothed her
nerves and considered what he wanted on the brand. He didn’t own a
ranch, but she was his woman and he wanted to claim her to seal
their connection. He’d call Court tomorrow and get the name of the
guy they’d used for Sunny’s brand.

He couldn’t wait to put it in her
and see her wearing it. Thinking about watching her roll it in her
hand, his cock started to grow hard.

“Again?” Molly giggled when she
noticed his rod stretching out.

“We can wait,” he offered, but yes,
he wanted her again and would continue to want to bury himself in
her body.

“I’m ready,” she whispered and he
laughed.

“We’re a good match.”

“Yes we are, now take me, stud. Play
with my nipples and fuck me hard,” she told him as she used her
hands to hold her breasts out for him.

Licking the large tips, he praised
whoever he needed to thank for bringing her into his
life.

Molly woke slowly as her body
screamed—unique aches and pains made themselves known. Rolling over
to her side, she groaned as the covers touched her raw nipples. She
smiled and replayed her time spent with Jon. The man was a
delightful lover who left her feeling cherished and
satisfied.

She was very satisfied, although she
wouldn’t say no to another round if he offered. That was a
given.

Rolling onto her stomach, she held
back the moan and instead embraced feeling his mark on her. She was
sure he’d enjoyed playing with her breasts, because he couldn’t
leave them alone. Good, because she’d been thrilled having them at
the center of his attention.

Opening her eyes, she started to
take in his bedroom in daylight but was caught by the view. There
were trees highlighted by a bright blue sky. What she was looking
was probably beautiful, only her attention focused on the top of
the teepee. The crisp, white point with pieces of wood poking out
was all she could see and she wanted more of what happened in
there.

Memories of their night beneath the
white canvas pulsed through her as if she were in the midst of the
passion all over again. Her pussy picked up pace as her nipples
tightened. Remembering how he’d used a device to make them both
stick out even further than they ever had been before, and another
on her clit, left her panting. She needed his fingers to touch her,
stroking the excited flesh to stronger points. The idea of his
mouth covering a nipple and suckling, teasing it with his tongue or
gnawing with his teeth had her groaning with need.

Maybe he’ll clamp them next time, or
my nub, she thought as she lazily watched the wind rustle through
the trees. Molly pressed her chest into the mattress and wondered
if the nipples were poking holes in it. Her world was centered on
her breasts and wanting Jon. No, she needed his touch then she
could face the day.

Looking to see if he was sleeping or
waiting for her to come to him, she instead found an empty pillow.
Playing with him was not in the cards. It was a hard dose of
reality, but she had to believe she would have him later. For the
time being, that was enough to hold her passionate needs at
bay.

Breathing deeply, she realized not
only was she on her own, but by herself in his bed. Sitting up, she
leaned against the headboard and pulled the blanket up to her chin.
Comfortable and relaxed, she looked her fill. This was her chance
to unearth more about him, the man she loved and was
discovering.

There wasn’t that much to see, but
what she saw was interesting, unique.

The bed she knew from last night.
Big and made with tree trunks and branches, Molly liked how
imposing and yet beautiful it was. In it, she felt as though she
slept amongst the trees, and that gave her a sense of peace. What
happened beneath the shearing blanket was something different, but
it had left her with joy and couldn’t wait for more.

A leather chair sat in the corner,
near the fireplace. How had she missed noting that last night? Oh
yeah, the lust had been flowing freely and nothing else mattered.
This morning, she liked seeing what looked like a wood-burning
stove on a green tiled surround. The carpet was cozy, but she
imagined a fire heating up the room on a cold night and
smiled.

She could see herself sitting there
with a good book and cup of hot chocolate. That was cozy to her,
but more heated ideas started to flood her imagination. The best
one was her straddling Jon’s lap. She’d hold her breasts and tease
them as he watched and used his hold on her hips to take what he
wanted until he came.

As her pussy throbbed, she told
herself to stop thinking about sex. It wasn’t going to happen
anytime soon if Jon didn’t come back, and she needed to change her
focus.

Seeing a door, she figured it was
the bathroom he’d carried her to the night before and she should
use it. Problem was she was too comfortable to move.

Eyes closed, she relaxed, almost
dozed until somewhere a door slammed.

Immediately she thought it was Jon,
hoped it was. He could announce his presence anyway he wanted, but
she wished he’d shout out her name or something.

Footsteps walked down the wood floor
hallway and got louder and louder. Whoever it was stopped outside
the door and she couldn’t move. With a firm grip on the blanket and
eyes glued to the door handle as it slowly twisted, she held her
breath and waited.

Even though she watched, Molly was
surprised when the door pushed open.

“Surprise!” Saki shouted with a huge
grin on her face, and Molly collapsed on the bed.

“That wasn’t fair,” she cried and
rubbed her eyes.

Her friend joined her on the bed and
wasted no time in digging for information.

“Last night must have been pretty
spectacular for you to be lounging like a mistress.”

“It was…” She knew what their time
together had been. The night remained fresh in her mind. Special.
Mind-blowing. Incredible. She could go on and on, but she couldn’t
think of the perfect word. They were all too blah and weren’t
reflective of their intimate time together.

“It was…” Molly didn’t want to use
the wrong word and she stuttered, trying to describe their coming
together.

“Beyond words?” Saki asked and she
nodded.

“Yes, it was much more than I ever
dreamed possible.” Even though they were best friends, she wouldn’t
go into details. They were private moments, between her and Jon,
but she could share a bit. “I’m in love, Saki, and loved. Jon said
he loves me.”

“I’m so happy for you,” her friend
said as she reached out for her hand and pulled it from where it
covered her eyes. “Even though I knew Jon as much as you, it was
obvious what he was feeling. Shoot, the guys were telling me he was
a lost man if you didn’t take him, and that it wasn’t simply
lust.”

The word lust made her want to
laugh, but she smiled instead. There was plenty of that between
them.

“What are you doing here, anyway?
Actually, what time is it? I don’t see a clock anywhere.” Taking
the blanket with her, she sat up and looked around specifically for
a clock but could see nothing.

“It’s after eleven,” Saki told her
with a giggle.

“Seriously? I haven’t slept this
late in like forever,” she cried out. She wasn’t sure how it
happened, but she had to get up and start working. They were at the
ranch handling a project with a stiff timeline that had to be
adhered to, and she was lazing about.

Molly jumped up and found her
clothes neatly folded in the bathroom. She made quick work of
dressing and knew she had to stop off at their place to change. No
way was she going to work in what she’d worn last night.

Her friend laughed all the way back
to the house where they were staying and waited while she changed.
It was only after she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with
another shirt over it that she tuned in to how unhurried her friend
acted.