Chapter 5
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CHANCE
As her orgasm abated, her muscles went lax and I lowered her gently to the ground, quickly spreading out her long skirt beneath her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open as she breathed hard, and the sheen of perspiration across her breasts and belly was bright in the moonlight. One of her legs was bent at the knee, her thighs parted in a way she would have found immodest if she weren't so sated. I took advantage of the moment and undid the placket of my pants, my c**k springing free and pointing toward the woman it would fill.
I didn't hesitate, but lowered myself, placing my hands on either side of her head. Using my knees, I nudged her thighs wide, settling my hips in the cradle of hers. My c**k bumped against her hot, wet flesh and I groaned.
"Kitten, look at me." My voice was deep and rough as it came out through gritted teeth.
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me, so innocently, so sweetly, so aroused. I couldn't resist lowering my head and kissing her. Instead of being tentative, her tongue eagerly met mine and the kiss turned carnal. Her motions were innocent and she had much to learn, but her eagerness had a will of its own. My hips shifted of their own accord, nudging my c**k over her slick folds, and then nestling at her opening.
I lifted my head, met her stormy gaze. "You're mine, Rose, just as I’m yours."
I couldn't wait. I ached with every muscle in my body to not only fill her, but claim her. After this, there was no going back. She'd be mine completely. Pushing forward, the wide head of my c**k stretched her open. She was so tight, so hot, and I hissed as I sank slowly into her. Only the sound of our breathing and distant crickets filled the air. The moonlight made her surprised eyes sparkle, her skin glow. Her n*****s were tightly furled and her hair a thick curtain behind her head. As I bumped into the barrier of her virginity, I knew then that I was home. This was where I wanted to be. The Goodman ranch could burn to the ground. Locusts could swarm and eat all the grass. The cows could all die from a blizzard. None of that mattered as long as I was with Rose. I wanted to fill her up as she'd done to me.
"Mine," I whispered, lowering my head to kiss her when I carefully broke through that last barrier to making her Mrs. Chance Goodman. I swallowed her cry of pain with my lips, soothed her with flicks of my tongue. Lowering to my forearms, I stroked a hand over her face, wiping a stray tear that had slipped down her cheek.
I was fully embedded inside her, the head of my c**k nudging at the opening to her womb. Her inner walls clenched tightly, as if her body were afraid I'd leave. Rose's hands pushed, then pulled at my shoulders as her hips tried to shift beneath my heavy weight. I wouldn't relent, wouldn't ease up at all, for the only way for her to accustom herself was if I remained within.
It wasn't easy. Hell, a tooth pull from the town doctor was less painful than my c**k deep within her and not being able to move. She needed time to let the pain recede, for once I started to move, there would be no stopping. She wouldn’t want me to.
"No more pain," I murmured. "Only pleasure, kitten. Only pleasure."
She nodded her head in short little motions, although she probably doubted me. When, and only when, she relaxed beneath me, her fingers unclenching on my shoulders, her thighs relaxing against my hips, did I pull back, slowly and very easily as she was dripping wet. Then I slid fully into her once again.
Her eyes widened, her lips parted. "Oh," she whispered.
I grinned. "Like that?"
This time when she nodded her head there was less worry and more eagerness. So I did it again. She shifted her hips and arched her back and I slid in a little bit further, and this time we both groaned.
"Holy hell, kitten, you feel so good."
"Yes, Chance. I...I had no idea." She licked her lips and that had me lowering my head, licking over the same spot myself. I kissed her as I began to move in earnest. She was so small in comparison to my large frame and I tried to take her gently, but when she lifted her hips and began to meet me thrust for thrust, I couldn't hold back. This was supposed to be a tender, sweet first time, but she would have nothing of it. Of course, she wouldn't. This was Rose. My Rose. She did everything with zeal, with her entire being and that included f*****g. And so I didn't hold back. I plunged into her and her head fell back. I grabbed hold of her hip and angled her just right and began to f**k her. Hard.
"You want it hard, Rose?"
"Yes!" she cried. “More.”
Sweat dripped down my temple as my breath soughed from my lungs. I relaxed my grip on her ass—she'd surely have marks there—and grabbed the inside of her knee, pushing her leg back so she was spread wide. This allowed me to take her harder, faster and deeper.
"It's...it's going to happen again. No, don't slow down. Please, Chance. I need—"
She didn't say anything more because I ground my hips into hers, my body rubbing against her clit as she came. This time, instead of screaming, she cried out my name, then lost her voice altogether. I took a moment to watch her as she came, but I couldn't focus for long. My baser need took over, my balls drew up and my seed shot forth. I came with my own shout, filling her with pulse after pulse of my seed, marking her. I’d made her my wife in name earlier. Now she was mine in body as well.
ROSE
Chance lay replete on top of me, the brunt of his weight on his forearm, his head nestled at my neck, his warm breath mixing with mine. He still filled me, although I could feel wetness seeping from my...pussy, but I had no energy to move, to question anything. The stars overhead were bright and scattered like dust across the sky, twinkling down at me from the vastness. It made me seem so small; the Montana prairie could do that as well. In this moment, it was also Chance who made me feel small. He was so large, so virile. So potent.
I had no idea it would be anything like that. I'd imagined it to be...pleasant, but this had been like the fireworks I'd seen at Fourth of July celebrations. I'd felt as if I had touched the stars in the sky. It was Chance who'd made me feel that way.
I absently ran my hand up and down his back. "You're wearing all your clothes," I commented. I could feel his pants against my thighs, his shirt against not only my palm, but also my bare breasts and my belly.
"You're wearing your stockings," he countered. Lifting his head, he looked down at me. It was too dark to see much, but I could see his smile, see a glint in his eye. "Do you want me to take my clothes off?"
It was a dangerous question for a maiden, although I was one no longer. If I said no, then I would not get a chance to feel his warm skin, to see what the hair upon his chest looked like and see if it matched my imaginings. I'd seen a glimpse of it at the opening of his shirt a time or two, but nothing more. I'd seen the dusting of dark colored hair on his muscled forearms, but never higher. I wondered if his legs would have similar hair. And then there was his manhood. I felt it big and swollen within me, but what did it look like? If I said yes to his question, would he consider me a loose woman? I bit my lip, unsure of what to say.
"Do you, kitten?"
I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous endearment. Who called someone kitten? I was forgetting his question. He watched me carefully, earnestly even. This was Chance and I couldn't lie to him. He knew my secrets, now more than ever. "Yes," I whispered.
When a grin split his face, I knew I'd answered correctly and relief—as well as heat—swept through me when he sat back on his haunches. Only then did his c**k slip from me and a trickle of wetness seeped out in his wake. My legs were positioned on either side of his and I was spread wide open. Naked. Exposed. I tried to pull a leg back, but he shook his head.
"You can't be shy now." He worked his shirt off and I forgot all about that shyness as I watched inch after inch of his body revealed. It was dark, quite dark to get a full glimpse of him, but the moon was bright and it was ample enough. Only when he'd tossed the shirt to the ground beside me did I notice his manhood.
"Oh my," I muttered.
He looked down his body, then at me. "Ever see a c**k before?" He held up a hand. "Wait. Don't answer that. The only answer you can give is no."
It was my turn to smile at his possessiveness. "No. I've never seen one before." I looked at it, mesmerized, and even gasped as I saw it pulse, then lengthen before my eyes.
"See what you do to me?" he asked.
"Is it...is it always like that?" I came up on my elbow so I could get a better look. I couldn't discern color in the darkness, but the thatch of hair at its base was of similar color to what was on his head, his forearms and the smattering on his chest. His c**k was thick and long and I could see a shadow of a vein running along the side of it. At the top, it was broad and wide. Overall, it was quite imposing. That had fit in me?
"Around you? Yes."
"I...I never knew."
"Good," he countered and I saw a pleased expression on his face. He seemed quite happy that he’d been the one to deflower me. "Knew what, exactly?"
I was thankful for the darkness because I blushed. Silly really, considering what we'd just done, where he'd had his mouth, but I did nonetheless. "I can't say."
He quirked a brow as he sat on his shirt, undid his boots, and then shucked off his pants. I watched him the entire time and hadn't even thought to close my legs and he moved to kneel between them once again. He placed one hand on the ground by my head, blocking my view of the stars. "What, kitten? No secrets."
"It's a little embarrassing. Quite a bit actually."
"I promise I won't laugh." His gaze dropped to my breasts and he began to gently stroke a finger over my shoulder, my collarbone and then lower, curving over the swell of my breast. I arched my back into his touch. I had no idea it would feel so good, or that he’d find my breasts so fascinating. Then he pulled his hand away.
"Chance," I replied, pouting. I liked his hand there exploring me.
"Tell me."
He was going to withhold his touch until I told.
"I thought...when a couple...um, did it—"
"f****d?" he added.
"Well, yes."
"Say it, kitten."
"When a couple fucked."
"Good girl."
I took a deep breath, let it out. "I thought that when a couple f****d that the man was like a bull."
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