Montana Men Complete Boxed Set: Books 1 - 3

Chapter 4

4

RYDER

I fell into a s*x induced sleep, waking to a very pliant, very sated woman sprawled atop me. My c**k had slipped from her body, but quickly turned hard once again feeling her breasts pressed against me. They were full and plump and her n*****s were incredible. A soft pink, they tightened at the slightest touch or look and were very responsive. Sensitive. Ellie's skin was so soft, silky even. Her porcelain complexion was a strong contrast to my tanned, weather and work worn skin, making her appear even more feminine, even more fragile than I'd first figured.

Ellie. She wasn't an Eleanor. The name was too prim for my passionate bride. Ellie suited her much better.

Dark red hair fell in a thick curtain over my chest, a vivid hue that seemed almost unnatural. Everything about her was unreal. A fantasy. A fantasy that had come to life. She was my wife, she was here, naked, upon me. She'd given herself to me, although I wouldn't have offered her much choice if she'd resisted. The point was, she hadn't resisted. She was as fiery as her hair.

I had to have her again. Now. Shifting her spread legs so she straddled me, I moved her until my c**k nudged at her slick entrance. My seed still coated her there, making it easy to push her down upon me and fill her.

She came awake at that, her head coming up, her eyes wide with sleepy surprise.

I just laid there, savoring the pleasure of just being surrounded by her slick heat. I'd have to move, but not yet. "Ride me, baby."

Frowning in confusion, her smooth brow crinkled. Having no idea what I meant, I showed her instead. With my hands spanning her hips, I gripped firmly, lifting her up and almost completely off my c**k, then back down. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip against a moan.

I tilted my chin in her direction; my hands were occupied. "Sit up and ride me. Show me your gorgeous body."

Moving one hand to her shoulder, I helped her rise, watched as awareness spread across her face as she could feel me embedded so deeply. "Oh."

She shifted her hips, trying to settle on my c**k. I was big, no question about it. A virgin like Ellie would be untried at handling me. I gritted my teeth at her innocent moves; she was all but killing me. I longed to thrust up into her, over and over until I came, filling her once again. But this was going to be about her body's awakening. I wanted to watch her pleasure take over. Learn what made her hot.

Placing her delicate fingers on my chest, she ran them through the crisp hair there, over my n*****s and I swear I grew even harder. "Move, baby," I growled.

Tentatively, she raised up on her knees, lowered back down. I watched, mesmerized by my c**k disappearing into her body, her p***y lips opening wide to take me in. Her head fell back, her eyes closed, lost in her motions. Furled n*****s begged to be touched so I moved my hands to cup her breasts, run the pads of my thumbs over them.

Crying out, she started to move faster, but I could tell she was tiring quickly, her body's unsure motions not getting her there. Licking my thumb, I reached between our bodies and found her hard clit, poking out and ready for my attentions. Moving in slow circles, I rubbed her off in a contretemps to the rise and fall of her hips. Her eyes flared open and she stared at me, widening in surprise as I felt her p***y clamp down, pulsing with her orgasm. I held her gaze, watched as she came. Her pupils dilated so the green was almost completely gone, a hot, red flush spread down her neck and over her breasts.

I couldn't hold back my seed any longer. She was squeezing my c**k in a tight grip. I was lost, the pleasure starting at the base of my spine, tightening my balls and shooting forth in pulse after pulse of my seed. There was no doubt that I'd marked her as mine.

I was catching my breath, holding Ellie's body close to me once again when someone pounded on the door. Ellie stiffened, her head whipping up and toward the sound. Fear and panic crossed her face and I could see it wasn't from being caught at the tail end of a good f*****g. I had all the time in the world to learn what made her tick, but now didn't appear to be the time to start. Was she just modest or was there more?

Whomever was at the door had better be dying or having a baby because slipping free from Ellie's very hot, very wet p***y was the last thing I wanted to do. Sighing, I slid her onto the bed beside me. I was able to sit up and grab my clothes from where I'd hastily thrown them. "Sorry, baby. Duty calls."

She watched me sleepily as I buttoned my shirt, her eyes focused on my sheriff's star. "It's all right. I understand." Her voice was raspy from her screams of pleasure.

"Rest. The journey was long and I've certainly used you hard. If I'm not back when you wake, come down to the jail. You remember seeing it?"

She nodded as the pounding started again. "Sheriff!" Murphy called out. An old and trustworthy friend, I deputized him to help with keeping the peace. Something must require my attention with Baxter, the man being held in the single jail cell awaiting the circuit judge and the gallows for murder. The man wasn't going anywhere until at least Tuesday, but he was no doubt going to be a pain in my ass until then.

Only a sheriff would be interrupted from f*****g his new bride. I'd had her twice, but that wasn't nearly enough. The last thing I wanted to do was leave her. Naked. I bit back a curse and leaned down to kiss her brow. If I kissed her anywhere else I'd never get to the door.

"Go," she told me, her voice soft. "I'll be fine." I took one last look at her lush body before I turned and left, cursing under my breath the whole way.