Jon Black's Woman (11 page)

“Yes please, two pots should be
good. Court really likes the stuff and I’m all about making him
happy.” Sunny laughed and gave her friend a hug.

Molly hugged her friend again and
moved to Jon’s side, wrapping her arm around his waist.

“Ready?” He wasn’t actually waiting
for her to answer. The man already had the truck door open. When
she joined him, he wasted no time and lifted her onto the seat,
stretching the seatbelt across her front.

“See you both at tomorrow night’s
dinner party with Saki and the boys,” Sunny called out as they
left. All Molly had time to do was cry out “yes” as they drove back
to the Big W Ranch.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” Molly
asked Jon as she put her hand on his leg.

“You’ll see,” he told her, then
asked her to do something for him. “Unbutton your blouse, flower.
Let me enjoy your breasts bouncing as I drive the back home. The
road is marked with potholes and will make for an interesting
ride.”

She had no desire to deny him and
did what he asked. Without being asked, she used her hands to roll
the extended tips and get her juices flowing again. The phone call
from Colt had broken them apart from an extended scene where she’d
been into playing a submissive role. She had spent the morning
naked and kneeling in front of him. He had played at will, but got
on with the few projects he’d needed to do around the house. After
installing a wood burning stove in the teepee, they’d gone back to
the house to make a list for the market.

They were living together and she
loved every moment. It had been a difficult separation when she and
Saki went back to Japan to retrieve their things. After almost a
month away, she swore it would never happen again. Obviously she’d
chosen her man and wanted to spend her days and nights with
him.

Pinching the tips, she tugged them
and couldn’t hold in her moan.

“I love my nipples to be big like
this,” she told him as she cupped her breasts. “Do you want to suck
them, maybe bite and pull on them until I cry out with
need?”

“You know I do and I will, but I
have something else I think you might like.”

“You’re secretive after your visit
with Court,” she said with a smile. “Do I strip again?”

“Yes, at the front door, then crawl
into the living room. I’ll start a fire which will allow you to be
nice and toasty.”

“Sounds lovely.”

Usually he parked up at the main
barn and they walked back, but not this time. He pulled the truck
by the white picket fence he’d put up around the front yard. The
first day she moved in he’d asked for her to plant roses and she
had. Molly enjoyed tending them and the smell they gave off; they
reminded her a little bit of home.

“You never park down here,” she said
as he got out and walked around to help her out. “What’s going on,
stud?”

“You know I love it when you call me
that.” He picked her up and carried her into the house. “Strip and
come join me in the living room.”

She shrugged and went about taking
off her clothes, folding them neatly and setting them on a bench by
the door. Getting down on her hands and knees, she slowly crawled
to the other room, her pussy gaining moisture with each sliding
step. At one point she leaned down until her nipples scraped the
cool wood floor and gasped.

It didn’t ease her need but fed it
further. Carrying on with crawling, she stopped where he kneeled on
the thick, sheepskin rug.

Once she settled on her knees in
front of him, exactly where she wanted to be, Molly lifted her eyes
to his. There was a grin on his face and a fire warming his
chocolate brown eyes. Something was making him happy.

“For you,” he said as he handed over
a box.

“What Court had?”

“He ordered something for Sunny and
went into Billings to get it and picked my order up as well. Saved
me a trip,” he told her before he egged her on to open it. “Hurry
and open it.”

Molly untied the bow and pulled the
lid off. After shifting the paper to the side, she pulled out a
toy, a silver butt plug. Nice, but she wasn’t sure what was special
about it. There was one similar in size in the teepee they’d used.
Then she looked at the flat end and she was surprised.

The brass disc said, “This is Jon
Black’s Woman” with a freehand etched drawing of a blackhawk at
rest. The bird represented him, her lover. Once she realized the
connection, tears started to build and threatened to
spill.

“It’s beautiful and it means a great
deal to me,” she shared as she stretched up as he leaned down and
pressed her lips to his. There was nothing heated about their
kiss—it held their hearts and feelings for each other. It was all
about love. “Can I wear it now?”

“Of course,” he told her and reached
to the side for some lubricant. Squirting a large dollop onto his
finger, he put another dose on the wrinkled rose she’d bent over
and turned to him.

Reaching around, he circled her clit
and waited for her legs to naturally spread a little wider before
he pressed his lubed finger against her backdoor. While he hadn’t
taken her in the ass, Jon had often teased her with the use of a
plug. If they went out, she sometimes had left the house with one
in place.

“You have a beautiful ass, flower. I
bought this special plug to mark you as mine, to solidify our love
and life together. To put my brand on you.” He leaned over and
kissed a cheek as he worked a second finger into her back channel.
He added a third digit after he’d squeezed in more lube. He worked
the liquid in as he spread the fingers wider.

She was enjoying every bit of his
attention and laid her chest on the carpet, pushing her ass out
even further.

After he ran his lubricated hands
over the bulbous end of the plug, the slightly pointed end rested
against her rear entrance.

“Ready?” he asked and she groaned
yes. There was no delay; immediately he pressed the plug in and her
body had been well prepared. The round end took her breath away as
it passed through, but didn’t hurt. It wasn’t a big plug, but she
definitely wouldn’t forget it was inside her whenever she wore the
toy.

There was no desire to hold back the
moan when it made the journey inside her and the flat disk rested
again her backside. Maybe someday she could take a bigger one, but
for now this one was absolutely perfect. The plug claimed her as
belonging to the man she loved, nothing could be better.

Jon pressed his cock to her pussy
and ran his hand over her ass. The way his rod slowly but smoothly
slid inside her pussy let her know he’d put lubricant on it as
well. She was full with her lover.

Only after he was inside her and his
balls pressed against her pussy did he reach around and, with big
calloused hands holding her breasts, help her sit up. Not fully up,
but enough for her nipples to be off the carpet. Two fingers of
each hand had trapped her tight elongated tips between them. He
brought his fingers together, tightly, and she couldn’t stop from
shouting at him.

“Oh, yes, yes. My nipples hurt and
it feels good. Squeeze harder,” she cried out.

“Like this?” he grunted as he put
the tips between his fingertips and firmly pinched.

There was no answer except a groan.
The rumbling nonsense was all she could manage as he held her body
and fucked her. Spreading his legs wider, he widened her stance and
stroked his cock in and out of her cunt.

“I am full of you,” she finally
muttered.

It was a glorious possession. Jon
slid easily through her tight pussy, something they’d discovered
lubricant helped.

Molly couldn’t be happier or more
turned on to hear her man grunt wildly as he passionately loved her
body. His love was there with every stroke and pinch. Only a few
more strokes and she fell part, crying out for her man.

“Jonnn!” she screamed and he sped up
to take her even faster. Strong hips bounced against her backside,
creating a delightful body slapping sound.

It wasn’t long before he lost it and
was coming himself. His fingers pinched, twisted, and pulled her
nipples even further as he pumped cum into her pussy. The roar he
let out was loud and unfettered, something she was always excited
to hear. He didn't always freely call out, but she was turned on
whenever he did.

To feel the pulsations and panting
breaths from them both let her know they’d survived another hot
bout of making love. They collapsed to their sides with him still
buried inside her wet heat. She wanted him there, staking a
claim.

“Love you, stud, and thank you for
the plug. I am full of you and happy to feel that way,” she shared
while nudging her ass back against him.

Jon laughed lightly and kept
plucking her long nipples.

“I love you, too, flower. I’m glad
you like your present because you’ll be wearing it on many of our
nights out. Your new look will be sexy elongated nipples, maybe
with rings around them to hold them out, and the plug. You’ll be
stunning and only I will know what’s going on to have you
breathless and excited.”

“Oh my, I can’t wait,” she told him
and groaned as he lifted her leg over his hip and one of his hands
started to play with her clit.

“There is nothing I want more in
life than to have you naked with me and it’s happening. I am a
happy and content man.”

The one thing she looked forward to
was actually something she had every day.

“I get to open my eyes in the
morning and see your face. That’s what makes me happy.”

They were good together, were meant
to be together. Life didn’t get any better than this.

* * * * *

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Born into the easy folds of a sleepy
beach town, Tilly Greene embraces the laid back mindset she grew up
with. Later, she settled into a polar opposite lifestyle from the
one she’d been living by moving abroad to further her education.
Despite the frigid climate, the fast pace existence melded in,
making her a person who is adaptable and enjoys experiencing the
diversity surrounding her.

While traveling, she researches and
writes erotica and erotic romances. The versatile author writes
single titles and series within a variety of sub-genres
[Contemporary, Futuristic, Shape Shifting, Paranormals, BDSM] and
likes to add into the mix interesting themes and subjects like
sexual equality and ethics. Every day she looks forward to writing
about women who are independent and confident, the men who love
them, and their twisting passionate path to each other.

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