Western Widows

His fingers slid over my thigh, swiped some of my juices and wiped them over my back entrance.

"I promised a hard fucking, baby." His thumb returned and as he pistoned his hips deep inside me, his position allowing for his cock to hit my womb, all the while his thumb slipped into my ass again.

He moved in tandem, his cock fucking me along with his thumb. I'd never been so full before. My damp palms tried to grab hold of the table but I had no purchase. I couldn't widen my stance, I couldn't lift my hips. I could do nothing but be fucked and fucked well. I came again, as if just having Seth touch me, having him fill my ass would bring it about. My mind went soft, fuzzy even, as I came, too much pleasure had me wrung out like wet laundry. I lay there limp as Seth used my body for his own needs. He'd said he would show me how I'd made him feel, how out of control he'd been over the past few months. He'd said he's show me that he was the one in control.

There was no question he'd done just that. When he'd first tied me to the table, I'd felt out of control, as if he held my life in his hands. Wary, vulnerable and needy. But now, now I knew that I could give myself to Seth in every way and he'd not only protect me, he'd cherish me. He possessed me.

He came with a roar, his cock swelling further inside me just before he filled me with his seed, hot and sticky while his thumb lodged deep. His hands slapped the hard surface of the table to support his weight as he caught his breath. "Jesus, woman. What you do to me."

CHAPTER FOUR

SETH

Rachel was asleep sprawled across me, her head resting on my chest, her dark hair a wild tangle over my shoulder and down my arm. She straddled my leg and I could feel the heat of her pussy against my thigh, but she remained motionless, worn out from all the fucking we'd accomplished. It was late in the afternoon and the sun was just starting to tip low on the horizon. I should be napping, but I was unaccustomed to sharing a bed, let alone having a warm, pliant body using me as a pillow. I didn't mind in the least. Carefully, I ran my hand up and down her back, feeling the bumps of her spine, reminding me how small and fragile she was. I forgot that in tandem with my hardening cock and took her as I wanted. I should be gentle with her, but I couldn't. I needed to make her see how earnest I was to make her mine. I wanted to possess her, inside and out. There was no question I'd done just that over the past day.

Had it been only yesterday morning when I decided I would corner her and force her to speak with me? Was it only yesterday afternoon when we wed? Was it this time yesterday I questioned what her body would look like, then systematically found out? Now, a day later, I knew every inch of her. Knew what made her hot, what made her moan. What her nipples looked like, what they tasted like. Yesterday, having her tied to the kitchen table had been the ultimate proof over my control of her. She hadn't begged or pleaded for me to stop. She hadn't been upset that I'd placed her in just the way I wanted. To the contrary. She'd reveled in my claiming. She'd succumbed and submitted beautifully and because of it, she'd been so responsive, so sensitive that she came quickly and repeatedly.

But then we'd been rudely interrupted, just when I was ready to sink into that insatiable pussy. When I first answered the door, I only opened it partially, not interested in exposing myself to whomever was at the door, but I didn't want them to continue knocking. I had Rachel securely tied to the kitchen table and my cock was painfully ready to fuck her. I'd had my thumb beautifully filling her ass and I'd had to leave her.

Liam Anderson, a longtime friend, stood there with a cocky grin on his face, having heard about the wedding. Because of that stupid expression, I'd opened the door further to let him see he'd interrupted without saying a word. He'd invited us to dinner, but changed the invitation to the next day. I nodded, then shut the door in his face. I hadn't said a word.

The kitchen wasn't the only place I'd had her. Once we'd recovered, I carried her to the washroom for a bath. It had been impossible to keep my hands to myself and I'd taunted us both with a cloth and a bar of soap. We barely made it back to bed before I took her again. Sometime after the moon had set did we fall asleep. Over the course of the day I hadn't let her up from bed, keeping her there, bringing her food and drink only to talk, lazily nap and fuck.

It was time to get up and dress for dinner with the Andersons. I wasn't eager for the activity, but Rachel must be sore. I had to admit that if we continued at this pace, I'd be dead by the end of the week. But death by fucking wouldn't be all that terrible.

"Wake up, baby." I tilted my head to kiss her hair. "We are expected at the Andersons for dinner."

Rachel stirred and groaned, then lifted her head. Her dark eyes were sleepy and sated and I felt well pleased knowing I made her that way. "If we are to leave the house, then we must retrieve my things."

The idea of keeping her naked and in my bed held appeal. "Mmm, we shall collect them in the morning. In the meantime, the dress you wore yesterday will be serviceable enough."

She climbed off me and stood.

"Remember, no drawers."

* * * * *

An hour later, Charlotte Anderson opened the door for us, the scents of meat and freshly baked bread escaping. The fair haired woman smiled at Rachel. "I'm so glad you're here. And what exciting news! Please, come in."

She led us into the parlor as Liam came down the hall from the direction of the kitchen. I'd been to their house for dinner a few evenings ago. Longtime friends, we were beyond the usual pleasantries and polite manners.

"That glacier atop Flattop Mountain moved faster than you," Liam said, his ribald hitting its mark. He slapped me on the shoulder and grinned along with his words. "Hello, Rachel."

"Mr. Anderson," she replied. They may have met in the past, however, it did not seem to have been a close connection.

"Please, call me Liam. You know Charlotte already."

"Yes, from church," Charlotte replied. "Mrs. Abernathy had us ladeling punch together at the spring social." She waved a hand at a comfortable chair and instead of letting Rachel sit as would be gentlemanly, I sat and pulled her down into my lap.

"Seth!" she cried, trying to wiggle off my lap.

"We're newlyweds," I replied, not a contrite bone in my body. I liked feeling her ass squirm over my cock.

"They are sitting beside each other as is proper and they've only been married a few days longer," Rachel countered.

"Quite right," Liam said, standing and pulling Charlotte up as well before sitting once again, this time with Charlotte ensconced in his lap. "We aren't an old married couple." Liam kissed Charlotte on the cheek.

"It seems the pact is complete. We were supposed to watch out for Richard and Aaron's wives, but who knew Charlotte would be the one for me?"