Regency Romance: The Rake's Fake Marriage (Historical Arranged Marriage Romance) (19th Century Victorian Romance) (26 page)

''Kiss me more, I want to feel
your
lips on mine. Give me more,'' Keke whispered when she thought he was going to pull away. He didn't disappoint her. Dan couldn't remember when he had last been so hard. We can't do it here, he thought. ''Get in my car, we're going for a ride.''

Keke complied without saying a word. She closed her eyes as he drove faster than she liked out of the parking lot and onto the highway. Put your hand on her knee, keep up the momentum, make her
really
want you, a voice said to him. When he did, Keke put her hand onto his and pulled it from her knee up onto her thigh. Where the hell are you going, he thought. He'd been in such a hurry to get her into his car that he hadn't given much thought to where he was taking her.

When he pulled into the driveway, Keke noticed
a white
post and rail fence on both sides. Beyond, there were fields filled with horses. Again she closed her eyes as they hit a bump and took off. When the car ground to halt, it scattered tiny stones all over the yard. Keke opened her eyes and saw that hey were at a ranch.
Dan
had pulled up in the middle of the stable block. Surely our first time isn't going to be in a smelly old stable. She noticed some of the
stables
were occupied
and some not. The horses looked as confused as she was.

''Who does this place belong to?'' she asked.

''It's mine, but I don't live here. Horses are a hobby. The ranch manager lives here. Can you ride a horse?''

''Er....it's been a long
time,
'' Keke remembered all those Saturday mornings when her mother had forced her to go to the local riding school. Endless circles on
bored
horses, with a horny riding instructor staring at her backside as it rose and fell.

''Hi Mike. Saddle Domino and
Pudsy
would you,'' Dan asked his ranch hand. Keke didn't like the sound of
Pudsy
. It
sounded
like an obstinate beast
that
would buck and kick and eventually bolt with her clinging mercifully to
its
mane.

''Let's get you into some riding things.'' Twenty minutes later Keke emerged from the tack room, dressed in a pair of jeans with leather chaps.''Here, no
cowgirl
is complete without a hat.'' When she put it
on,
she
laughed,
and her face lit up. She's marvelous, he thought.

Pudsy
turned out to be Dan's horse. He was a magnificent quarter horse stallion. If your master has muscles like you, I'm in for a treat Keke thought as they lead their horses out of the yard.

''Never mount in the yard. The yard is for grooming, feeding and stabling, not riding.'' Why he was telling her this, she didn't know. ''Let's mount here.'' They'd reached a mounting block with two steps. ''Let me hold Domino while you get on.'' Keke stood on the mounting block and put her leg over her. She half expected the white mare to buckle under the weight, but the trusty steed remained rock solid. When Keke's buttocks touched the saddle, it all came back to her. The endless circles.

''You're good,'' he said trying to encourage her to relax. Keke was already out of
breath,
and they had only walked two hundred meters. ''Breathe. You're hyperventilating. In....out.'' Keke began to relax. ''Domino is our best horse, you could trust her with your savings.'' Except I haven't got any, Keke thought. They walked for half an
hour,
and Keke began
to really enjoy
herself. It was warm and sitting on a horse had given her a sense of freedom and power. The meadows they rode over
were filled
with
wild flowers
and the air smelled far better than the choking fumes back in Dallas.

''We're here. Let's dismount and tie them to that tree,'' Dan said. They had stopped next to a beautiful lake. When the horses were gratefully munching the lushest grass they had seen for a long time, Dan took hold of Keke and kissed her. ''I want you, and I have wanted you since we met.
You're amazing
.''

And what about his fiancee, a voice said to her. She ignored it. Keke was
a pragmatic
person. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her and she wasn't going to let any thoughts spoil the moment.

Dan took Keke's breath away with his kisses. His lips kept perfect time to hers as their tongues danced with each other. My heads spinning, I need to sit or lie, Keke thought. Without breaking their kiss, she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him to his knees. Before she could join
him,
however, he put his hands
to
her buttocks and pulled her groin to his face. When she heard him breathing in the scent of her
excitement,
she closed her eyes. That's what I want, she thought. I want sexual intimacy and he just proved he can give it to me.

She wanted to kneel with
him;
her legs were shaking, partly from the horse ride but mostly out of excitement. When she heard him lower her zipper she wondered how because his hands were kneading her buttocks. When she
looked,
he'd pulled it down with his teeth. My God, another surprise she thought as she thrust her hands
into
his dark hair. He let go of her to unfasten the button on her jeans. When it was open, he pulled her jeans down and watched as her pink panties came into view. ''Wow, you must have known,'' he said.
''I love black women in pink They look so sexy against your dark skin.''
If I'd known you were going to undress me today, I would have put another a better pair, she thought. She stepped out of her jeans and grabbed his hair again when he pulled the pink panties to one side and planted his tongue onto her.

''Oh Jesus, that's nice. Oh, keep doing that Dan,'' she said, winding his hair into her fists. Dan had no intention of
stopping;
she tasted wonderful. He loved the feel of her buttocks as his hands stroked over her smooth skin. She tried to take it all in. This
wonderful
man had his mouth on her
womanhood,
and his hands all over her
ass,
and it was too much for her to bear. Her legs began to
tremble,
and she had to lie down.

She dropped to her knees and then onto her back. Open you legs wide for him, you want this man, let him in, she thought. Dan lay between her legs and resumed his tongue work. Keke felt the grass on her back and his tongue on her womanhood, it was a superb contrast of hot and cold. Oh God, he's going to make me come, she thought as she felt her body begin to stiffen. ''Don't stop,'' she gasped. Dan grunted as Keke inadvertently pulled his hair too hard. She looked down and saw his mouth just below her pubic hair and his beautiful green eyes staring up at her. When their eyes
met,
it threw her over the
top,
and she screamed out. Dan held onto to her impressed at the intensity of her orgasm. Her legs
straightened,
and her toes curled. Her back
arched,
and her stomach muscles almost cramped under the strain. Dan almost laughed when he noticed how she had disturbed the turf next to her She had gripped it like a bed sheet and ripped it up towards her.

''Let me see you,'' she whispered as Dan came up to kiss her. ''Stand up and take your clothes off.'' Dan stood up and pretended to be a stripper. He gyrated his hips and began to open his shirt, button by
slow
button.
This will
take all day, she thought. She sat up and pulled him to her by the leg. He felt her hands at his belt, and in what seemed like an instant, he heard her take a sharp breath as his penis sprung up in front of her face. ''Just how I like it,'' she said looking up at him. ''You're so big and hard.''

When her mouth encircled him, she felt him twitch. His balls were
heavy
and coarse to the
touch
and she loved the feel of them. They moved in her hand as his penis disappeared into her mouth. She moved her hand up and down his shaft as her mouth played with the tip of him. When she started to suck, he knew he was in trouble.

''Stop, Keke, stop.'' She didn't want to
stop
. She wanted to feel him shoot into her mouth. She liked oral
sex,
and she especially liked the taste of this man. He tasted salty and
fresh,
and the scent of his arousal was making her wetter than any man had ever done. Dan was
strong,
and he pushed her from him.

''No I want to come in your pussy the first time.''

''Then come down here and take me,'' she said, lying back and spreading her legs once again. She felt his penis at her entrance and held her breath. When she felt him slide inside her, she let out a little gasp. ''Oh, I love how that feels.'' She arched her back and pushed her pelvis up. ''Now make love to me Dan, make me yours.''

Her words were too much for
him,
and he felt himself about to come. Think of a brick wall, he told himself. He'd read in some
men's
magazine that if you are making love to a woman who turns you on so much you are in danger of
ejaculating too
soon, you should start counting the bricks in an imaginary wall.

Keke felt the urge to hold onto him tightly. His strokes were long and
firm,
and she moved every time he thrust into her. When he'd settled, he stopped counting bricks and concentrated on the beauty under him. ''Open your shirt, I want to see you breasts,'' he commanded. As she gasped under him, she undid each button and let the shirt fall open. Dan loved the femininity of her pink bra. Her large breasts wobbled each time he pushed into
her,
and she heard him begin to grunt.

''Give me you sperm Dan. I want to feel you shoot in me.'' Dan couldn't resist anymore. He groaned and stayed stock still as his penis unloaded every last drop into her.

Damn, he thought. Far too fast. That wasn't what I wanted. ''Keke, I'm sorry it was a bit fast, but you turn me on so much I .....''

''Shut up, it was perfect.'' She hugged him and kissed the side of his face. ''You are a lovely man.'' After an
age,
his penis slid out of
her,
and he rolled from her. As they looked into each others eyes, they both knew, something special was happening.

''
That was great
Dan. I.....''

He didn't know what she was going to say but decided he would leave nothing to chance. ''I don't want the woman I'm
engaged to
. I want you.
Just so
you know.'' The last thing Dan wanted was Keke to think she was just a fling.

''And I want you.''

''Keke, before we get involved, I want to tell you something about me.''

''You can
tell me
anything,
Dan.''

''I'm
an alcoholic.''
I'm only
twenty-six
and I'm an
alcoholic,
but
I
haven't had a drink for three years.'' He looked at her face, desperately looking for any sign of disgust. ''I nearly dropped out of college because of it. I was drunk all day
everyday
. My father paid for rehab and since then I've been okay. I still get strong urges to
drink,
and I'm afraid I will fall back into my old habits one day. But so far I seem to be
winning.''

It all came back to her. Her father. Two bottles of vodka a day. A mother with black eyes and broken ribs. ''Sorry Dan. It was lovely. I'll do the work for you, but I can't have a relationship with you.''

******

Britney knocked on the door and waited. Where the hell was he? She knocked again, this
time,
harder. ''Alright I'm coming,'' he shouted.

She was in Shelborne Springs a small town just outside Dallas. Witherington Crescent was a neat little street where the neighbors were
friendly,
and the lawns well looked after. It was the kind of place where dad washed the car on Saturday morning while
mom
baked
apple
pie, and the kids whizzed around on bicycles.

Jason held the door open for
her,
and she entered the house. Without saying anything he took her hand and climbed the stairs. If the neighbors had been more
attentive,
they would have noticed the bedroom curtains close.

After they had made love, he rolled his
muscle-packed
frame from her, leaned down and kissed her. ''You know Britney, you always were the best screw at school and
nothing’s
changed. You've still got it.''