was hard and thick when he pulled it out, pulsating when he shoved me down to the grass and fed the organ into my mouth.
I gasped, choked, the man’s tremendous erection filling my mouth. He laced his fingers into my long blonde hair and gripped my head and thrust his hips forward, driving his cock almost right down my throat. He pumped his hips, and I grasped his lean thighs, luxuriating in the feel of all that meat surging back and forth in my mouth.
I sealed my lips to his shaft and bobbed my head in urgent rhythm to his thrusting, sucking wetly on his pistoning cock. He bucked, and groaned his approval. I gazed up into his grinning face, dragging my tongue up and down the veiny underside of his shaft, as I sucked.
Then I pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed the heavy tool up against his heaving stomach, really painted it with my tongue. I licked up and down the vein-embossed shaft, tonguing wet and hard and eager. Colt jerked, his fingernails digging into my hair, his cock pulsing under my rapidly stroking tongue.
I pulled his manhood back down, swirled my tongue around the tip of the organ, teasing it harder and thicker still in my gripping hand. I pumped his slick, dripping shaft with my hand, as I bathed his hood in warmth and wetness. He groaned and shivered, his cock a length of molten steel under my spell.
I tickled his slit, then poured my lips over his knob, consuming the rounded crown of his cock and tugging quick and tight. I devoured more of his manhood, flowing my mouth down the impressive length. His fingers bit into my scalp, as I took more and more of him into my mouth, and throat. Until I was packed full again, started sucking again, urgently shifting my head back and forth on his beating cock.
He took it for as long as he could, his body quivering with the sucking pressure, bowing under the oral onslaught. I tasted salty pre-cum, swallowed, pulling faster with my mouth.
“Don’t say I don’t know how to treat the ladies,” Colt said, suddenly pulling back, leaving me gulping empty. He grabbed me under the arms and jerked me to my feet, pinned me up against the tree trunk again.
He admired my heaving chest and reddened face for a moment. Then he dropped down to his knees in the grass, in between my legs. My pussy was sodden, dripping with desire, lips swollen pink and puffy. Colt stuck out his thick tongue and touched my flaps with the tip.
“Oh, God!” I gasped, jerking against the tree.
He slid his hands around my thighs and onto my buttocks, digging his fingernails into the rich, pliable flesh. Then he licked up my slit from deep in between my legs right to the top of my fur, dragging my steaming pussy in one long, hard, wet stroke.
“Oooh!” I moaned, bum and body jumping in the man’s clutching hands.
I grabbed up my tits again, desperately squeezed them, staring down at Colt and quivering. He looked up at me and grinned, his lips shiny with my dew. Then he licked my sex again, and again. He lapped at my pussy, stroking it with his tongue, scooping up my tangy juices and gulping them down.
My legs trembled uncontrollably, my body on fire. I slid my palms forward on my breasts and captured the jutting nipples between my fingers, rolling them, pulling on them. As Colt tongued me repeatedly.
Finally, he jerked his head back and smacked his lips. I tore my hands off my breasts and dove them down to my pussy, spreading my lips wide with my fingers, exposing my glistening pink, my swollen, throbbing clit. Colt blew on my clit, making me shudder. He fashioned his tongue into a blade and speared it inside me.
“Oh my God!” I cried, jolted beyond reason by the wicked impact of his tongue in my pussy.
He moved his head back and forth, pumping me, fucking me with his thrust-out tongue. Before burying it inside of me and squirming it around, digging deep into my burning sex. I bent over almost in two, overcome with raw emotion.
Colt slowly pulled his tongue out of my tunnel and licked at my flaps again. Then he tickled my clit with his talented mouth. I groaned, staring glassy-eyed down at the man. He flogged my hardened pink nub with his tongue.
“Suck it! Please, suck on my clit!” I gasped.
He kissed my clit, before finally engulfing it with his lips and sucking on the hard, pulsing button. I bucked, the wild sensation of the man sucking on my clit overwhelming me. His cheeks billowed, lips tugging.
“I’m going to come!” I wailed.
Colt abruptly unmouthed my clit and jumped to his feet. “Not yet, you ain’t,” he growled.
He grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around, pushing me up against the tree trunk face-first. I could feel his hungry eyes on my ripe, split-peach bottom, hear him stroking his erection sure and true. And then I really felt, his hard, wide hand whacking my butt.
“God!” I yelped, grabbing bark, shuddering at the man’s violent blow.
“No better way of taming a woman, I’ve found,” Colt sneered, smacking my ass again, and again.
I groaned with a strange mixture of pain and pleasure, trembling from head to toe. As Colt rippled, reddened my one butt cheek, then the other, spanking me.
“I’m not hurting you, am I, Mrs. Burton!?” he hissed in my ear.
I jerked my head side to side, gasped, “No-no!”
He slapped my right cheek, the left, searing the gyrating flesh. I bowed my head and pushed my bum back, my hair falling over my face, fingernails clawing into the tree. Colt set his hand into a rigid, horizontal paddling position and bent his knees and whaled the both of my blushing, battered cheeks at once.
The crack of his hand split the stillness of the meadow, the shriek from my lips even louder. I was consumed with a kind of violent pleasure I’d never experienced before. It rocked me, like the man’s hand.
Colt drew back that battering hand yet again. The air crackled, I shook, waiting for the next savage, sensual blow. But the man had needs of his own that had to be met, on his schedule. He turned me back around, gripped his slickened cock and speared it into my sex, plowing full-length inside of me without warning. We both groaned, our bodies locked together, Colt’s long, hard cock buried in my pussy.
He kissed me, tongued me, thrust into me, ruthlessly fucking me out there in that stand of trees on the edge of the meadow. I grasped his clenching ass, spurring him on with my fingernails, my own blistered bottom pressing back against the tree in rhythm to his pumping. Our moans, the hot, wet smacking of flesh against flesh, filled the heated air. Almost blocking out the sound of distant hoof beats.
“Fuck, you’re wet — juicy!” Colt growled in my face, pounding into my tunnel. Too absorbed in his own savage pleasure to hear the approaching horse and rider. “You really needed a man, didn’t you, woman!?”
“No! No! Please stop, Colt!” I cried, writhing in the man’s arms as if to get away. But squeezing his pumping cock with my pussy muscles.
He loved it, fucking me harder, slamming me against the tree. He ravaged my mouth, churning my pussy.
“No!” I screamed, beating at him with my balled fists now, driving him wild.
Just as the rider pulled up and flung himself off his horse, drawing his heavy Colt dragoon out of his holster as soon his feet hit the ground.
As Colt Sever snarled, “Fuck, yes, sweetheart! I’m coming!” He jerked, on the cusp of shooting inside me.
A bullet smashed into the tree trunk above our heads, the heavy thunder of the blast sounding a split-second later. That got Colt’s attention. He pulled out of me and spun around, his cock spurting.
“Blackguard!” my husband roared, firing again, the bullet whistling past Colt’s ear.
The terrified man turned tail and ran for the bushes, his cock bobbing obscenely in the sunlight as he took flight.
It’d been close timing — when Colt got back from the spread for lunch, when my husband got back from town for his lunch — but I’d timed it just right. I even had time to finish myself off with a quick rub on my throbbing clit, disguised as a gesture of cover-up. Then I collapsed into my husband’s strong arms, sobbing and shuddering against him. He soothed me with comforting strokes and words.
Colt Sever was slick, but there was no way I was going to let him ruin what my husband and I had spent so many years building together — our love and our land.
Chapter 7 — My Boss’s Husband
