"That's a poke, darlin'," he replied harshly, "and not at all what I had planned for you. I wanted to make slow, sweet love to you," he continued regretfully. Leaning forward he lowered her to the bed and hovered over her, kissing the tears away. "In any case, that's the worst of it," he sighed, gently pulling partially out of her and sliding back in.
He watched her eyes widen, rapidly blinking away the tears as he moved in and out.
"So that's it," she asked, taking a shaky breath. "Are we done then?"
Jasper laughed, a short, harsh sound.
"Not by a long shot," he answered, pulling out of her and lying on his belly. His lips kissed her hairless mons before licking his way to her button. A thick finger made its way inside her and curled slightly, finding the bulge he was looking for and from then on he was on a mission.
Her cries, squeals and pleading meant less than nothing to him. It was her mouth that had spoiled his intentions and there was no way in hell anything she had to say would influence him now. His ministrations were slow and teasing one moment, fast and furious the next, but relentless. The tiny spot between her legs was where the majority of his attention was focused, but that didn't stop his finger from teaching her a thing or two about the pleasure of a full pussy.
He plundered her; there was no other word for it and the scream that came from her lips when he bit gently down on her clit and tossed her to the wolves of her first climax was much louder than the one her ruptured hymen generated.
It wasn't enough, he decided. Maybe it would never be, he realized, shaking his head as his mouth descended for a second time, ignoring her pleas for mercy and lifting her bottom from the bed as he ravished her.
It wasn't the rouge. It was her, her scent, her taste, her essence. She had sweet flavor, everywhere and he couldn't seem to get enough. Finally, when his cock was screaming for release and his balls felt like rocks between his legs, he took her fully, fucking her, loving her, rocking into her with everything he had. Her spasms felt much different surrounding his cock than they had his finger. Stronger, wilder, a pulsing hot grasp that took everything from him, his strength, his mind, his seed.
It was easily the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced and he collapsed, gathering a rag doll of a girl into his arms, feeling her soft body seeking strength from his that he didn't have to give. He had no breath left, no words and he was surprised when she pushed the hair away from his face and cupped his cheek.
"When will you take me from behind?" she asked with a hoarse whisper. "I want to know it all," she explained, letting her head drop to his chest and nestle over his heart.
For once Jasper Montgomery was speechless. He gave her a half-hearted swat on her ass and pulled the cover over them. Reaching out a shaky hand, he turned out the lamp.
Chapter Five
Six women, dressed in black and heavily veiled, stood together at the gravesite of Clyde McKay the next morning.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust," Mr. Thurgood intoned flatly before walking away from the gaping hole in the ground. "I didn't know Mr. McKay was such a favorite at The Red Petticoat," the rotund undertaker remarked casually as he assisted each of the women into the carriage provided.
"Yes, well we like to offer our patrons as much privacy as possible. You understand, Mr. Thurgood," she softly replied. Being a regular patron himself he should understand.
"Yes, I do, Miss Jewel. Exactly as it should be, yes in-deedy," he agreed, mopping the sweat from his brow. "I'm surprised McKay's boy isn't here. When he came in and paid me yesterday he said nothing about leaving town."
"I'm sure I have no idea. I've never met the young man myself. Driver," she called out. "We're ready. Good day to you, Mr. Thurgood," Jewel said with a nod as the carriage moved forward.
"He's a nosy old cuss isn't he?" Dottie said patting Clem's hand.
"How did it go last night, Crystal?" Della asked, trying to change the subject.
"Ladies, let's give Crystal time to adjust. After all she's just buried her father," Jewel suggested sympathetically. "I advise you to get some rest today, dear," she added as the carriage pulled up in front of the saloon. "I'll send someone up with a tray since you missed breakfast."
"Thank you, Miss Jewel. The last few days have been difficult. I'll appreciate the solitude."
"All right," Amy said as she was helped down from the carriage by John. "But don't think you're going to get away without sharing all the details of last night. I've been trying to get Jasper Montgomery in my bed for the longest time."
"He is attractive," Opal agreed, dodging a swat from John when her turn came to be helped from the carriage.
"Mind what you say, missy," he scolded while she grinned at him. "I'll be headed back to the mine soon, but I get word about everything that happens around here. A customer is a customer, but don't go getting too attached, you hear me?"
Opal stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek.
"I'll bring up a tray soon," Della offered.
"Thank you all for coming with me today. I've never had many friends and well… it meant a great deal to me," Crystal said softly.