Bounty (Dominant Wolves, Submissive Mates 2)

“Hmm, yeah, sweet thing. That feels real nice.” He threw his head back and forced his hips forward, loving that extra pulse when her gag reflexes gained some practice.

Daisy sucked his cock harder as he thrust deeper. He tapped her tonsils and his weighted balls slapped against her tiny chin. She never abandoned him, even when he took a step backward. Her mouth remained committed to the cause. Little Miss Daisy was earning her keep.

Desperate now for relief, Grant jiggled his hips and hollered, “That’s it, darlin’. Get all you can now. Mak

e it real good for us!”

To his surprise, Daisy stopped, just came to an abrupt halt. Her cheeks loosened around his shaft and she slowly released him. “Can I ask you something?”

“Now?” His voice was pitched higher than a squealing woman’s in the middle of labor.

“Yes,” Daisy replied, using his legs to pull herself up.

“Well of all the damned-ass rude times to ask a damned-ass question.” Grant released a hard breath. “Well go ahead. Ya done quit the only job ya had. As long as it ain’t one of them there ‘how do you feel about me’ questions, I’ll bend an ear.” He glanced down at his diminishing size. “The damage is already done here anyhow.”

“I know how you feel about me,” she said, flipping her coal black hair over her shoulder. “But I want you to know how I feel about you.”

“Far be it for me to tell ya to hobble your lip. You were a-doin’ a bang up job until you decided to find a mind of yer own.”

“I like you, Marshal Ford. I think the town will do right by ya and you’ll do right by the people here in Laramie, but if you’re gonna keep the whores in business, ya might as well know. We don’t get nothin’ outta suckin’.”

Grant rubbed his jaw and nodded at the scattered coins on his cluttered desk. “What ’cha call that there, woman?”

“I don’t mean money, Marshal. I mean in the personal way. We don’t get nothin’ from havin’ a man’s privates in our mouths.”

“What’s this ‘our’ stuff?” He looked around. “I only see one of ya and I’m a step away from pulling a good bender.” He pointed at the half-full whiskey bottle on his desk. “Another glass of this stuff and I might see three or four of ya. Right now, there’s only one.” Considering her recent declaration, he was glad about that fact.

She puckered those painted lips and ran her fingers around their shape. She reached for his cock and pumped him up and down, staring at him as if she had other ideas in mind and she expected him to know all about those.

“Well? Ya gonna tell me or ya reckon I’m good for a guess?”

Daisy took a deep breath. “Whores like it when a man pays for time and uses their togetherness occasions wisely. If we can enjoy ourselves, the men who pay us end up with a reputation of sorts.”

Grant pushed his cock through her loose fist, loving the way she manipulated his arousal, toyed with him a bit. “Go on. I’m a-listen’. How’s a customer get a good reputation with whores? And why would he want one?”

Daisy brushed her lips against his. “Well you see, Marshal. Whores are like men in one respect. After a day spent lying on our backs, we all get together to swap stories. That way we can figure out which customers do a bang-up job and which fellas beat the devil around the stump.” She looked down at his cock. “Sometimes literally.”

“Are you a-tryin’ to insult me?”

“No, Marshal. I wouldn’t dream of it.” She released his cock and turned to the desk. She pushed all the clutter out of her way and lifted her dress. A second later she leaned across the desktop and rose to her elbows. Peering over her shoulder, she fluttered her eyelashes and patted her hip. “I like telling good stories, Marshal.”

He gulped. Eying the prettiest bottom he had ever seen, he wondered why a woman like Daisy hadn’t offered to strip as soon as they’d moved past introductions. If she’d told him she had all that sweet goodness underneath layers of material and better yet, hadn’t bothered to wear pantaloons, why, he would’ve already been driving Miss Daisy toward a yelp and a whimper.

“What are you waiting for, Marshal?” She shook her behind at him. “It’s never too late to start impressing upon a gal.”

“You are right indeed. By the time I’m through with ya, Miss Daisy, you’ll know you’ve been with a lover to the manner born.”

“I have no doubts.” She released a moan as soon as he slipped inside her. “And if you do this right, I’ll make sure every woman from here to Tombstone knows you’re the kind of fella who gives a girl a rip-roarin’ good time.

Chapter Three

Grant had just taken his second balls-deep stroke when the door behind him slammed. “Shut your blasted eyes and wait a minute or two. I’ll have my fill soon.”

“No problem, Marshal. Go ahead and enjoy that Calico Queen.”

Daisy ducked her head. Her entire lower body went into a full rotation and she yelped like she was having a grand ole time.

“Yep, Siree, Daisy. Squeeze, honey.” He grunted a time or two as he thrust his penis high inside her pussy. “Hmm yes, darlin’. I see what ya mean now. Ya sure do like having a man’s cock inside ya. That’s good, sugar. Real nice right there. Ain’t it?”