His Wayward Woman

“That’s a naughty pussy you’ve got there, ma’am,” he said. “It’s a distraction to a decent man.”

She looked over her shoulder at Jace, arching her back as she did so. The tab of the crop continued to gently strike her pussy, generating wet little slapping sounds as she became more excited.

“Do you have any idea of all the ways I plan to fuck you?” Jace was leaning over, growling the words in her ear.

“Tell me,” she said.

He’d turned the crop around and was now inserting the braided leather handle into her pussy. She thrust back to meet it, keeping her gaze locked on Jace.

“I want to fuck your pussy until you can barely stand. And then I want to fuck that ass while I play with your clit. Is that something you can handle, baby?”

Handle? Lily Mae was so excited she couldn’t tell him what she was thinking—that he was putting her deepest fantasies into words. Ever since Jace had pushed his fingers into her ass she’d wondered if he’d take her there. No man had; her bottom hole was virginal. She told him so, and he smiled down at her, removed the handle of the crop from her pussy, and pushed it against the twitching rosebud of her anus.

Lily Mae groaned, digging her nails into the wood of the saddle rack. Her heart was pounding with excitement.

“Relax, baby,” he was saying. Jace had slipped two fingers into her slick pussy as he continued to push the handle of the crop against her bottom hole until the muscles relented enough for it to enter. The sensation was a delicious cocktail of pleasure and pain, with the thrill of being so utterly dominated only increasing Lily Mae’s arousal.

“Aaaaahhh!” she cried as he simultaneously fucked her ass and pussy with the crop handle and his fingers. Lily Mae was close to coming when Jace withdrew the crop handle, knelt down and thrust his tongue into her bottom hole while ramming his fingers up to the hilt in her pussy.

Lily Mae screamed from the unexpected taboo sensation, her pussy clenching rhythmically on his fingers, rocked by the wave of the strongest orgasm of her life.

“Did you like that, baby?” Jace had turned her around to face him, and Lily Mae was overcome with the desire to please him as he’d pleased her. Sinking to her knees, she wordlessly undid his belt and jerked his pants and briefs down. His cock sprang free just inches from her face.

Lily Mae cupped his balls, rolling them in her hands as her little pink tongue darted out to lap away the drop of pre-cum oozing from the slit on the velvety head of his cock. He had a beautiful cock, she thought, long and thick with a map of finely ridged veins visible under the skin. She traced one of those veins with her tongue before sliding her mouth over the head, sucking the smooth, mushroom tip of his cock until he was fisting her hair and groaning.

“Take all of me, baby,” he said, and she did, opening her mouth and relaxing her throat as his large hands cupped either side of her head. Jace was thrusting into her mouth now, and as she moved her head in time with his thrusts, her fingers sought her turgid clit and rubbed.

Lily Mae had given oral pleasure to other men, but with Jace it was different. Even now, he was controlling the action, making her feel so deliciously dominated as he set the pace of the thrusts, using her in a way that turned her on. She could feel his cock twitch and throb, could taste the slippery, salty flavor of him on her tongue. Lily Mae reveled in knowing she was about to make him come like this, was about to please him anew by swallowing his cum. When she felt it surge from his cock, she closed her lips tight around him and grabbed his ass tight, digging her nails into his well-muscled buttocks as she swallowed each creamy jet of his arousal.

She leaned back on her heels then, looking up at him adoringly as she gently wiped the corner of her mouth and licked her fingers.

“Mmmm, baby,” she said.

Jace reached down and cupped her chin in his hand. “Damn, girl,” he said. “Damn.”





Chapter Nine


Although her SUV had been back from the shop for weeks, Lily Mae preferred driving Jace’s truck. All the radio presets were to stations they’d grown up listening to. The interior smelled of hay, leather, and sweet earth.

It had been nearly three weeks since Jace had switched her, and Lily Mae had been—in his words—‘good as gold.’ It was easy pleasing him. She smiled as she adjusted the straw cowboy hat on her head as she drove. When she placed her hand back on the steering wheel, the diamond in her new engagement ring glinted in the sun streaming through the windshield.

She hadn’t been expecting a proposal so soon, but she’d found herself all but screaming “yes!” when Jace had dropped to his knee on the dance floor of the honky-tonk he’d taken her to for old time’s sakes and popped the question to raucous applause from friends.

“When’s the big day?” someone yelled, and Jace had lifted Lily Mae into his arms and spun her around as he answered.

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