Newmar, Lola - Rhett's Branding [Scarlett Rose and the Seven Longhorns 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (6 page)

It wasn’t until he stopped talking that she noticed she was holding her breath. She was surprised to feel a tiny trail of cream ran down her inner thigh, and she squeezed her legs together to catch it before the others saw. She couldn’t believe she was really about to do this, but that crazy grin on her mate’s face was well worth her stepping outside of her comfort zone. Doubt ran through her mind, but fire burned in her cunt.

She heard him inhale before he said, “That’s it, baby. Get that pussy wet for me. I can smell that you love this now. I bet it’s even pulsing to be filled, isn’t it?”

“Begging,” she breathed out as she melted back against him. He reached through the opening of her shirt and softly, teasingly rubbed the flat of his palms across her peaked nipples, making her moan at the heat that seared from the hard pebbles.

The onlookers’ groans vibrated through the thin glass when her shirt suddenly pooled at her feet, immediately followed by her bra and shorts as Rhett finished undressing her in front of the crowd. She instinctively pressed an arm to her chest to cover her naked breasts as her other hand cupped her bare pussy. Rhett firmly pulled her arms away from her until he held them behind her back.

“No use in being shy, darlin’.” He turned her to face him before pushing her down on the soft mattress.

Before she could sit up, his body was on top of hers. He growled with need as he slowly grinded his denim-clad erection over her hot pussy. His mouth captured hers, and the kiss was needy and desperate. His tongue explored hers as if searching for something inside. His breathing was already erratic, and she could hear his hands eagerly fumbling with his large rodeo belt buckle as if it were singeing his skin.

Suddenly, she went from frightened to aroused as his fetish became contagious. Sure, he was always horny, always ready to drive his cock deep into her ready and willing cunt, but this—
Hot damn!
—he was even more like an animal than ever before. And that was saying a whole, whole lot. Now she really couldn’t resist doing anything she could to keep him this happy.

She couldn’t suppress the little giggle that escaped her lips as he moaned loudly in their kiss. She broke away to steal a breath. “Wow! What’s gotten in to you?”

Instead of answering her, he just straightened to anxiously remove the rest of his clothing, only careful to place his cowboy hat on the nearby nightstand. Every hard muscle shifted with his smooth movements, and she couldn’t wait to have it all pressed against her.

She looked around her as he did so, noticing most of the onlookers were now naked and jerking off. Many of the women were being finger-fucked by others, and most didn’t seem to care who it was that took their edge off. To Scarlett’s pleasant surprise, she could feel the sheets underneath her bottom grow damp from the abundant amount of juices seeping from her pussy. She had to admit that she really did feel like the most beautiful woman in the world as they all looked on to watch her and her cowboy fuck each other. She couldn’t believe how intensely her body was reacting to the scene.

Her attention was brought back to her mate when she felt his large, rough hands caress the sides of her torso, gliding them from her hips up to the sides of her breasts as he slowly lowered his tanned, muscular body over hers, a low hissing sound coming from his lips.

“This is fun, right,” he whispered as he lightly brushed his lips across hers.

“Actually,” she drew out, “it kind of is.”

The way her pussy channel was convulsing, she guessed it couldn’t agree more. She playfully wiggled underneath him, hoping to entice him with the heavy swaying of her breasts. The moans through the glass indicated many of the voyeurs definitely appreciated it.

He smiled down at her then kissed her, much softer than she’d expected in that situation. “I love you,” he said softly. He lightly brushed his knuckles over her cool cheek, the orange in his eyes seeming to dance as he confessed his love.

“I love you, too, Rhett. And I’ll do whatever it takes to give you what it is you want.” She knew that her relationship with Rhett would need some time. Although she felt the intense love and possessiveness he had for her, she knew he was afraid of really letting those emotions come through without him feeling as though he were sacrificing his brooding masculinity. This trip had helped immensely, and she hoped it would only get better.

Suddenly, a soft beeping noise sounded, and they both turned their heads to a small computer screen located on the nightstand. Her guts fell to her feet when she read the text. Only one request flashed on the screen. “Tie her up.”

* * * *

Rhett felt Scarlett’s small body tense beneath his, her fingers shaking as they lightly rested on his hips, and it brought a smile to his face. Her innocence and stage fright turned him on like nothing before, and his cock twitched every time it knew it was about to deliver an experience she’d never had. She was the sexiest, most delicious student he could ever hope to show the ropes to.

Looking up at him with doubt in her large, blue eyes, she quietly announced, “They want you to tie me up,” as if he couldn’t read the screen himself. She visibly swallowed, but with the way her body shifted beneath his, it made her pussy kiss his lower torso with the thick cream collecting there. He was willing to guess she was getting mighty horny for him at the thought of the crowd seeing her bound and helpless for his pleasure.

“Let’s give them what they want.” He reached over to the nightstand and opened the bottom drawer. He hadn’t visited Whipped Cream in quite some time, but he was happy to see they still stashed their ropes, sex toys, and blindfolds in the same spot.

He pushed the blindfolds aside. They were of no use to him and his appetites. He wanted Scarlett to
watch
him as he fucked every hole in her tight little body while the crowd around them looked on with envy. After all, that was his cup of fuck tea.

He straightened over her and held her tiny wrists together above her head. When he glanced at the onlookers viewing them from over the headboard, he noticed how many of them were already jerking off of finger-fucking themselves. Looking down at Scarlett as he bound her wrists to the headboard, he couldn’t say he really blamed them. She looked so vulnerable, so nervous, yet the blush spreading over her beautiful, perky tits was a clear indication she was getting hotter by each passing second.

He froze in his tracks, his beast stirring to come out and play as he watched the blush spread up to her creamy neck and over her elegant cheekbones. Her chest was moving up and down in soft movements as she visibly tried to control her shallow breathing. His breathing techniques weren’t quite working, and he felt his muscles scream for relief through an immediate shift of some sort.

Without much thought to consequences—his cock tended to have more power than his logical brain—he grunted and twisted his head to the side, allowing his short horns to push through his temples in a brief stabbing sensation. The intense heat behind his eyes indicated they now glowed orange with his emotion. He instantly felt the painful sting in his balls recede to a more pleasant, smooth sensation swirling within his heavy sac.

“Holy shit,” Scarlett whispered, a look of horror quilting her lovely face. The ropes around her wrists tightened as she struggled to be released. She looked around the room in panic. Her generous breasts swayed beautifully with her movements. “Rhett, they can see—”

“That’s the point,” he bit out with a deep, guttural growl as he dropped his large, taut body over hers. She felt so damn soft against his hard torso, the light hair on his legs rasping her silky thighs. “I could care less if they can see me as I am. Let them watch my longhorn come out. Let them call the authorities to come and cage me up and take my freedom. The way your snug, silky pussy feels gripping my hard cock when I’m in half-bull form trumps any of their concerns.”

Scarlett slowly shook her head back and forth as he began to lick up the length of her sweet, honeydew-scented neck, seemingly not the least bit convinced.

“This is a mistake, Rhett.” Her voice began to shake with fear as she continued. “They’re going to know. They’re going to run and tell someone!”

Rhett glanced at the small screen again, and it read, “Keep the bull-play up. My balls are aching to watch you take her little pussy.” He smiled as he read it aloud. These people were even kinkier than he thought, and he couldn’t help but to feel right at home.

When he repeated the message given to them by the onlookers, Scarlett’s baby doll eyes widened in disbelief. “Th–They like it?” He could hear the shock in her tone.

He simply shrugged in response then went back to focusing on the luscious treat of a woman laid before him. He buried his head in her fragrant cleavage as he pushed her large tits together. His tongue shifted, caressing the sugar-sweet skin between her tits as he lightly pinched her nipples for a little tease. She moaned, arching her body toward him, silently begging his mouth to take more of her.

He felt that familiar urge to give in to her. He was most unlike his older brothers, Devlin and Bryon, in that way. They seemed to get off on control, but Rhett was opposite. What got him off was losing that control and taking his mate’s body in any way he wanted. He’d waited his entire life for her, and he was damn sure going to enjoy her as much as possible before he grew old and died.

He snaked his bull tongue out and left wet trails across her nipples and chest before lightly blowing his cool breath over her skin. He reveled in the way her bound body trembled and noticed the goose bumps rising over her soft arms and legs. He could never get enough of the taste of her, all cinnamon and honeydew, and all Scarlett. His sexy, little mate. He made a mental note to thank the bull gods for the precious gift they more than likely accidently fated him with, for there was little reason that he could think of that would justify him deserving such a perfect creature as this.

He slowly moved down her torso, his eyes looking up to watch her face contort with her pleasure as she watched him feast on her body. She was still trying to break away from the bonds, but the poor thing was failing miserably.

Good.

He loved when she suffered from the heat he seared through her. He loved to torture her with her own pleasure, watch her ache and beg for his cock.

Another soft beep. He looked over to view the next message. “Eat her asshole and her cunt.” He didn’t have to be told twice. When he reached her lower stomach, he paused to straighten his upper body over her.

“No, please, don’t stop now,” she pleaded, desperation dancing within her sparkling aquamarine eyes. She pulled against her restraints desperately. “Baby, I’ll die if you stop.”

Fuck!
He could come just listening to her begging alone.

Without warning, he reached under her trembling, milky thighs and lifted her body up to his mouth until only her shoulder blades and head still rested on the mattress. He knew by her smile that she expected him to devour her cunt, but instead he went right for that pink little asshole.

“Rhett!” she screamed out in surprise.

Her spicy-sweet flavor danced over his tongue, and he could feel his balls already start to draw up. He cursed the intensity that swirled in his cock, not wanting to look like a nerdy teenager by prematurely coming when she hadn’t even touched him below the waist yet. He was just eating her ass, yet it seemed to be enough to make him want to blast a load all over the sheets.

He concentrated on keeping his desire at bay. This was the best night of his life, and he wanted to savor every single moment for as long as his cock would allow.

* * * *

Scarlett never expected to have her tight asshole eaten before her pussy, and then in front of a crowd of sex fetish voyeurs. Rhett held her lower body high in the air with one arm as the other reached over to lightly flick her clit. He was doing it much too softly, likely on purpose, knowing him. He seemed to revel in her torture. All she wanted at that moment was to grab his longhorns and ride his face like a wild bronco. Sometimes it made her so mad she never knew whether she should fuck him or sock him in the balls with her knee.

Still holding her pelvis level with his face, he sucked his large index finger in his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers then used it to slowly push into the tight ring of muscle between her ass cheeks. Her pussy immediately began to contract, envious of the deliciously full sensation her bottom was getting pampered with.