As the Cowboy Commands [Ecstasy in the Old West 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) (7 page)

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Helen clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she felt herself expanding, yielding to Jared’s greater strength and his frightening size. Never before had she needed to accommodate
so much.

He’s too big! she thought, suddenly in a panic.

And just when Helen was about to beg Jared to stop, just when she was about to admit the ultimate embarrassment that he was too big and that she—despite her voluptuousness—was too small…Jared retreated. He slipped out of her pussy slowly, with controlled strength, until only the very tip of his cock was still between the tingling lips of her sex. When he was nearly completely dislodged, he waited, pausing several breathless seconds before he again began his slow, relentless invasion. He penetrated her more deeply on the second advance, and even more on the third. To Helen’s astonishment, what had begun as pain had transformed into nothing but pleasure, the most exquisitely satisfying sense of being completely
filled
she’d ever experienced.

“Oh, God,” Helen purred, balancing precariously on one foot. It seemed the entirely wrong thing to say, but she had no bearings or landmarks to guide her in these uncharted waters. She laced her fingers together behind Jared’s neck, holding tightly onto him as his thick, deep thrust forced her to yield to his strength.

With Jared, Helen felt as though she was a virgin again. Or, at least, she felt as though the times that she had taken Gregg’s insignificant penis into her body really didn’t count, as though what Gregg did to her wasn’t sex at all. And then, jarringly, she realized that what she had done with Gregg might have been sex, but it certainly wasn’t making love.

Helen closed her eyes, amazed at the sensations going through her. She was not a helpless woman, but she felt weak and small when she was in Jared’s embrace. He was so powerful, so thoroughly and completely an alpha male, that she was consumed by his strength. Each thrust, now coming with increasing speed and force, slammed her with measured violence against the wall.

Each thrust caused Jared’s pelvis to rub against her clit. Helen buried her face in the crook of Jared’s neck and shoulder, feeling the smoothness of his shirt against her cheek in wild discord with other sensations shooting through her body. Jared was thrusting with steadily increasing fury into her melting, accommodating pussy. The sound of masculine flesh colliding with feminine flesh echoed in her ears. Never before had she heard that precise sound so distinctly.

“Oh, Jared! Oh, no!” Helen suddenly gasped, her tone laced with rising panic.

But there was really no reason to panic. Jared understood—even if Helen did not—why she was so frantic. The orgasm was so near and approaching so swiftly she really did not have any time to prepare herself for it. Each hard plunge of Jared’s magnificent cock filled Helen completely, shredding her composure. She tossed her head back, oblivious to any noise or pain that was caused when her head struck the wall behind her. Her breasts felt overfull and extremely sensitive, and all the muscles in her stomach tightened to a painful degree.

And then the contractions began! Like an eruption of pure emotion, Helen could accept no more ecstasy without release. She bared her teeth and bit Jared’s straining shoulder as he plunged into her flexing pussy again and again. She heard him growl as he drove into her even harder than before, gasping at the pain she caused him with her teeth yet doing nothing to stop her.

Never before had Helen felt so completely overpowered. The sheer, physical force that Jared possessed dominated Helen, yet it did not frighten her, even though there were definitely elements of pain that went along with the pleasure. She skipped seamlessly from the first orgasm to the second one, surprising Helen because she had never before had a second orgasm in an evening, and also because the second was even more powerful and emotionally draining than the first.

She wanted him to stop then, but she knew that Jared wouldn’t. Now that she had reached her own summit, she was much too sensitive and sore to accept the continuing thrusts. She felt Jared’s hand on her backside, his powerful fingers pressing into her buns, and felt the rough surface of the wall against her hips and shoulders each time she was forced against it. But most of all she felt Jared thrusting into her endlessly, driving deeper and deeper with each thrust until, at long last, he let out an animal sound of passion and withdrew completely.

As his semen surged through him, Jared lifted Helen, raising her so that neither foot was on the rooftop. With Helen literally pinned against the wall, he released his cum on her abdomen and thighs.

The savage growl of ecstasy that was ripped from his throat when he could accept no more pleasure was music to Helen. She could feel the heat and stickiness of his cum dribbling down into her pubic curls, and down one thigh. Never before had she known a man as primitive as Jared. He was a dangerous barbarian who dressed as a gentleman. He was a tiger pretending to be a house cat. She adored him with an intensity that was almost idolatry.

“Thank you,” she said, breathing deeply, “for not coming inside me.”

When he relaxed his hold on Helen and allowed her to place both feet upon the rooftop, she was not at all certain that her legs were strong enough to support her. Her arms were still around his neck, and Helen clutched at him with what little strength she had left. She was breathing deeply, her body tingling all over, her cheek against his chest.

“Never…never has it felt…like that,” Helen said between gulps of refreshing air. “Ever. Never ever.”

Jared kissed the top of Helen’s head, feeling the satiny texture of her auburn hair against his lips, smelling the delicate aroma of the shampoo that she had used that morning.

“It’ll get even better,” Jared said, holding Helen lightly in his arms. He guided her over to a wooden crate so that she could sit. “Trust me, it’ll get even better. I know what I’m talking about.”

What scared Helen most was that she believed him.

Sitting on a small, wooden crate, Helen gazed up at Jared as he stood looking down at her. He pulled up his trousers and fastened the waist button, though his belt remained unbuckled. His penis did not entirely deflate, which made it impossible for Jared to tuck himself back inside and button his fly.

“Leave it out,” Helen said, shocking herself at her own boldness. “I like seeing you that way.”

Jared gave her a half smile, his eyes glittering darkly in the thin moonlight. He shrugged his shoulders, acquiescing to Helen’s wishes, his half-slumbering cock pale against the black, gabardine fabric of his trousers. For a fleeting moment a niggling sense of possessiveness gripped Helen. She suspected she was not the first woman to make such an immodest request of this man. She wondered whether she had the right to be resentful of his previous sexual conquests. A moment later she rationally realized that she didn’t have the right to be jealous—but she didn’t give a damn about anybody else’s rights and privately decided that she
really
disliked a lot of women she had never known, whose faces she’d never seen…and all because they had succumbed to Jared’s seduction.

After doing a slow perusal of the perimeter of the building, Jared came back to Helen, his clothes perfectly in order with the singular exception of his unbuttoned fly and the rather visible reason the fly remained unbuttoned. Helen smiled, amused that Jared’s penis, even when he wasn’t aroused, was both longer and much thicker than Gregg’s when at full extension.

“Stand up,” Jared said, his voice low, his timbre rich. “Stand up for me. I want to look at you.”

Helen stood slowly, her full-lipped mouth quirked slightly with pleasure as Jared paid special attention to the swaying movement of her majestic breasts. With Gregg, she had always hated being looked at whether she was naked or clothed, but with Jared, his ardent attention made her feel more beautiful and desired than she had imagined possible. Jared’s gaze caressed her, but Gregg’s gaze groped her. The difference couldn’t be starker, and the instinctive response of both her mind and body couldn’t have been more elemental.

Jared stepped closer to Helen, looking down at her with a new intensity. “Take your clothes off. Everything. I don’t want you to hide anything from me.” With the toe of his boot he moved some of the rooftop’s stones. “You can keep your shoes on, but nothing else.”

Helen was amused, but still said with a hint of umbrage, “You’re getting demanding.”

“Yes, I am. I’m in charge. You’ll do what I tell you.”

A shiver went up Helen’s spine. She hadn’t expected this authoritarianism from Jared, and she wasn’t certain how to respond to it. Instinctively, she hated it whenever she had to follow orders, though with Jared, with his commanding presence and his sheer physical size and strength so nearby, she found herself willing to comply. Her pussy began to tingle. Her nipples were visibly more erect. Helen’s mind might have resisted such a blatant Alpha presence, but her body knew better.

“Hurry,” Jared said. “I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

Helen pushed what remained of her dress and camisole over her shoulders and down her arms. A moment later her belt was removed, and then her dress fell around her ankles. She wore only a single petticoat beneath her dress. Her knickers had been abandoned in the alley more than an hour earlier, along with Jared’s hat that had fallen off. Now completely naked except for her side-button boots and white socks, Helen folded her hands over her sex, hiding herself, knowing that she was disobeying this dangerous gunman who could set her body ablaze with passion.

“That’s one hell of a body,” Jared said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Move your hands. Don’t make me have to ask you again.”

Helen let her hands fall to her sides. Her heart quickened, and a blush eased over her cheeks, neck, and chest. Jared’s gaze went slowly from her face to her breasts then down to her pussy. His cock began to stiffen, growing longer, thicker, the shaft and head pale and beautiful against the black trousers.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded.

“What?” Helen exclaimed. She wasn’t certain she liked this sudden dictatorial change in the man that had rescued her.

“Don’t make me have to tell you again.”

“W–Where?” Helen felt dizzy, disoriented. Gregg had never asked her to do anything like this, and he was the only man she had any sexual experience with.

“Touch your nipples. Let me see how you like to caress them.” Jared took another half step closer to Helen, within arm’s reach now. “Then touch your pussy. I want to see how you do it when you’re alone and your body aches for the release that only comes with a really good climax.”

Helen gasped, and her jaw dropped open. Without thinking about it, she put her hands over her ears.

With a chuckle, Jared said, “Don’t lie to me by saying that you don’t masturbate. I know you do. You’re much too passionate, your body much too ripe and alive, for you
not
to masturbate.”

Helen caught her lower lip between her teeth. The words that Jared spoke evoked mental images that were shocking to Helen…shocking, but not distasteful. To her complete surprise, her pussy was itching, tingling, getting creamy once again. Her clit throbbed softly. She was looking straight into Jared’s eyes when her left palm passed from her hip over to her stomach then traveled slowly upward until she held the generous mound of her right breast in her hand, the stiffened nipple peeking out between her first and second fingers. As she began to slowly massage her breast, Helen’s right hand slipped between her naked thighs, her middle two fingers pressing lightly against a pink clit that was both erect and tingling with anticipation of events that Helen herself couldn’t even imagine.

Helen’s right hand began moving in a slow, circular motion. With her fingertips she felt the heat and wetness of her excitement, of her acceptance of Jared as the man powerful enough to be the leader she needed but had never sought. She pinched her nipple, pulling and twisting on it to send shivers of lust racing through her veins.

“Oh…” she sighed, staring at Jared’s handsome face as his gaze went slowly up and down over her, taking in her erotic performance with a connoisseur’s appraisal. “Oh, Jared, why are you making me…making me do this?”

He smiled. “I’m only doing what you want me to.”

Helen’s gaze went from Jared’s face down to his cock, which had grown considerably since the last time she had looked at it. It was nearly fully engorged now, long and thick with a blue vein running a squiggly path along its broad, almost flat upper surface. Just looking at Jared’s cock excited Helen, making her body respond in unprecedented ways. She had never—never ever—responded sensually to the sight of Gregg’s erect penis.

A low, trembling sigh escaped Helen. She rubbed her pussy faster, more firmly, suddenly and embarrassingly aware that Jared’s thick, slippery semen was lubricating her clit. It was with some effort that she was able to drag her heated gaze from Jared’s cock up to his face.

“You…” was all she could whisper before the words stopped coming. Her pink tongue made a furtive circumference of her mouth to moisten lips that had gone dry from her labored breathing. With some difficulty she finished her thought with, “You are wicked.”

An arched brow raised above an eye that shimmered like wet onyx. “Yes, I am,” Jared admitted. “I want to ask you something.”