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  Blair panted, her bottom feeling obscenely stretched and uncomfortable, and she began to pull away. Almost completely in, Sloan pulled her hips back and entered her completely. He started to pull out but then reentered her firmly.

  "Wait ..." whimpered Blair. "Slower ...," but Sloan was lost in pleasure as his cock sawed back and forth within her, gripping her hips and slamming into the little twitching hole, smacking her dripping womanhood with his sack.

  "Just a little longer," he grunted. With a loud grunt, he pushed all the way in. Blair collapsed under him and he fell on top of her, his cock driving deep into her bottom as it began to pulse and spurt inside her darkest hole. He lay on top of her for a minute as his rod grew flacid in her tightness.

  "Blair?" he said, turning her to her back and brushing the hair out of her face, "Are you all right?"

  Blair nodded, her face soaked with tears and perspiration. "Yes. It was … not as unpleasant as I thought it could be. My nether hole burns, as does my posterior."

  "Let's get back down to the river," he whispered. "It will soothe your discomfort."

  He did not wait for her to consent, scooping her once again in his strong arms and carrying her back to the river's edge. There he lowered her gently onto the sandy bank and sat upon a flat rock. Using a piece of torn cloth, he began to wash her face and neck. She sat silently as he took her hand in his and began to gently bathe her arms.

  "I love you," he spoke gently, his hands never leaving her skin. "I do not like to be pushed away when it is time to comfort you. You need to always know that even though I have to punish you, I will always provide you with reassurance afterwards. To refuse that will only bring bitterness between us. Do you understand?"

  "Yes," Blair sighed. "The humiliation and anger makes me not want to seek your comfort, though. I do not know how to overcome that."

  "Time and trust, Blair. You can feel as angry and humiliated as you need to, but do not hold long to it."

  "I will try to do as you ask," Blair whispered, her tears once again falling in fat drops down her smooth cheeks.

  Sloan sighed and drew her against him, cradling her head against his chest as she finally released her pain-filled sobs. He rocked her gently until she calmed, stroking her wet body with his large, calloused hands and covering her face with tender kisses. He lifted her from the water and laid her, face down, across his knees.

  "Noooo …," Blair pleaded, covering her bottom with her hands.

  Sloan firmly pulled them away. "Shh, I am not going to spank you. I am just going to wash you."

  Chapter 10

  Blair hid her face in her hands as she felt the cloth scrape softly over her hot, swollen skin and between her ravaged cheeks. She was tender where he had impaled her, yet felt strangely aroused by the lingering soreness. His touch was soothing and gentle, and Blair found herself squirming with desire once again.

  "Sloan? Would you make love to me?" she asked timidly, sliding off his lap and kneeling in the shallow water before him. "We are engaged now and before God as man and wife, isn't that correct?"

  "Yes, I do believe we stand clean before Him. I would be honored to make love to you, but are you certain you do not wish for a real bed?" he responded as his hand wandered to her left breast to caress it.

  "I wish it to happen here. Under the stars. That would feel wonderful," Blair murmured her approval as he lightly tweaked her nipple and leaned in for a kiss. In the darkness of the night, Blair felt his shaft stiffening against her, growing larger as their mouths each explored the other. She caressed his bulging biceps as her hands wandered over his warm skin.

  Sloan stood and again led her back to the bedrolls. He passionately kissed his way down her face to her neck, tilting her head to the left and sucking gently on her skin, leaving his mark behind her ear. Blair strained to allow him access to below her chin, the heat from his lips melting her into a pool of liquid desire. The dew slowly collected between her legs as her excitement rose. Blair released her fear and submitted to his guidance, allowing her inner wild nature to control her actions. She was like a cat in heat, and she mewed as her body begged to be fucked.

  Blair was clay in his hands now, yearning to be sculpted for his pleasure. Sloan let his lips trail down to her breasts and he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking softly. A moan escaped Blair's throat as she arched her back and thrust her chest towards him. He increased his suction and began to nip with his teeth as her nipple become puffy. His hand moved to her other breast, gently twisting her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He released the one breast from his mouth and pushed her breasts together and went from one nipple to the other, sucking and licking them until Blair cried out.

  Her womanly delights were ready for whatever he chose to do. Blair slid her hand down over her belly and parted her swollen mound with her fingers, to feel her pulsing clit harden into a little granite pebble in anticipation. Her quivering tunnel yearned to be filled with thick, living flesh—something more than the long finger that now slid past her maidenhead.

  Blair groaned with pleasure as Sloan moved the single digit back and forth inside her tightly stretched hole, flicking her clit with his thumb. She wriggled underneath him, bringing her hands back to his shoulders and digging her nails into his flesh as she gasped with pleasure. Sloan bit lightly down upon her neck and drew a tiny portion of flesh into his mouth to leave another mark of his possession.

  Blair began to tremble with need. Sloan guided her hand to his hardened manhood and swiped the tip of her index finger over the top, catching the tiny bead of liquid that began to seep from the throbbing head. He brought her finger to her mouth.

  "Taste me," he whispered hoarsely, his eyelids heavy with lust.

  "Fuck me, Sloan," Blair moaned, ignoring the social standards of speech. Etiquette, manners, and rules of propriety were abandoned as he hovered over her with his legs between hers. He spread her thighs apart, and pulled her feet off the ground while pushing her knees to her chest. He reached between them and inserted two fingers into her virgin hole, meeting resistance at her hymen.

  Once again, he flicked her clit with his thumb while leaning down to engulf a nipple between his lips. He rolled his tongue around it, sucking and nibbling, before he moved to the twin mound on the opposite side. Ever so gently, he positioned his manhood to her entrance and slowly slid the mushroom-shaped helmet within her body.

  "You are so tight," he whispered. "This will only hurt for a moment, my sweet."

  "I don't care. Fuck me," Blair demanded, pushing her pelvis towards him.

  Sloan hefted her ankles over his shoulders and leaned down to kiss her hard. As his lips met hers, he plunged his huge cock inside her, tearing her hymen and stretching her wide open. Her scream was stifled in his mouth as her innards contracted with the pounding of her pulse. She tightened around his still shaft, her body slowly growing accustomed to the invader.

  Sloan moved slowly inside of her, inch by inch, responding as her tender body began to rock in response to his movements. His strokes became bolder, and he pulled out a little more with each stroke until his entire length was plunging inside her, and his outward strokes left only the head of his cock inside her moist center of delight.

  "Sloan, it feels so wonderful! More!" Blair demanded as she moved with him, her hips lifting to meet his thrust and impaling herself further on his steely shaft. She pushed her pelvis down to the bedroll as he pulled out, forcing the tip of his cock to rub against her hungry clit. She threw her head back in ecstasy, drunk with pleasure at the incredible joining of a man and woman.

  Sloan's cock thickened and the head swelled inside of her, making Blair moan with new desire. "On your knees, Blair. Quickly," he said. "Put that lovely bottom high up in the air and rest your head in your arms."

  Blair obeyed, wagging her backside and inviting him to reenter her warm, misty cave.

  "I see," he grinned, grabbing her bottom with both hands to hold her still. "Do you think that teasing me with t
his beautiful backend is going to be good for you?" He reached down with one hand and wrapped his fingers around his engorged organ. He centered it on her slit and slid it inside of her with agonizing slowness, forcing her to feel every throbbing inch of his hardness.

  Blair leaned forward, moaning deeply as she was filled to the hilt with him. "Sloan," she softly whimpered, "I don't think I can take anymore. Please, no more, that's enough."

  "Just a little more, sweetheart. I'm going very slowly," he coaxed. "This belongs to you now and I want you to feel every inch. Relax and take a couple of deep breaths. Good girl, just like that. Relax, Blair, we are almost there."

  Blair inhaled deeply as she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her womb. She gasped as he pushed a tiny bit more, seated himself fully inside of her, and started to slowly push forward. Blair squealed and then held her breath, feeling a soft, firm prickly sensation tickling her clit.

  "What's that touching me?" Blair cautiously inquired.

  "My sack, darling. I am deep inside of you. I am going to move in and out now, and want you to do whatever feels natural. Bear down as I enter you, and try to hold me as I leave. It will increase your pleasure."

  He pulled his entire length out of her except for the glistening tip and then leaned forward to fill her once again, bouncing his balls against her with every thrust. His movement intensified, and he drove into her inviting canal with hungry force, each movement touching her glistening pearl. He wrapped his arms around her and spread her engorged lips wider so that he could play with the nub as he relentlessly pummeled her.

  Blair shoved her bottom against him, begging for him to pound her harder, faster and deeper. Her body screamed with want, and she felt quite the insatiable vixen under his skilled touch. Sloan reached with this thumbs and pressed on either side of her clit, rocking back and forth with every calculated thrust of his hips.

  "Arghhh!" Blair cried out as she started to shake uncontrollably in a spinning climax. Unable to draw a breath, she felt the spastic twitching of her womanhood, her muscles clenching so tightly to Sloan's cock that it momentarily cut off his own release. She sucked in air as his hot juices erupted and bathed her insides in delightful spurts.

  Sloan buckled against her back, and they both fell to the ground, gasping for air. Blair's sex continued to shudder in the aftermath of the explosion. Blair forced herself to breathe; her body felt as though it were floating above the ground. Together, they slowed their panting, both groaning as Sloan's manhood ceased its pulsing, then softened and slid from her. Blair wiggled underneath him, forcing herself to her back.

  "Thank you," she whispered, tears from her pleasure sparkling in her eyes.

  "Did I hurt you?" Sloan asked with concern, lying next to her and pulling her head onto his shoulder.

  Blair stared up at the stars. "It was the type of pain I would endure again."

  "You will not have to. It is only pleasure from now on."

  "Mmm, I do like pleasure. Could we do this again?"

  Sloan chuckled, kissing her head. "I've created a monster. Sleep now, darling. We have a long day to look forward to. Especially you."

  "Me? Why do you say that? You agreed to camp here for an extra day before we went into town."

  Sloan squeezed her bottom from beneath, making her squeal. "I certainly did, and a good thing, too. The wagon will be most uncomfortable for you, plus we have to take care of a grandfather you have never met, who sounds as though he might not be the most trustworthy of people."

  "Since neither of those will occur for me tomorrow, is there anything else that might cause me discomfort?" she asked, tickling his nipples before placing her mouth upon them.

  "I suspect you will be a bit tender from our time together just now. I promise to do what I can to ease that."

  "How would you do that?" Blair asked seductively, placing her arm around his chest and lightly petting the silky, pale brown hair.

  "You will find out later. Sleep, my dear." He snuggled her against him. "And thank you."

  "For what?"

  "Making me a happy man."

  Blair wrinkled her nose as she rumbled down the slope in the hard-seated wooden wagon pulled by Skinwalker. Trotting next to her was Sloan on the buckskin, his rifle cradled comfortably in his arms.

  "How are you doing?" he asked with a smirk.

  "My arse is on fire and my heart is in the clouds," Blair responded, sticking her tongue out at him playfully. "Who are all those people?"

  "Miners heading up to Pike's Peak. They are looking for a vein."

  "What I am looking for is a hot bath and a thick steak," Blair sighed, yelping as the wagon bounced under her still-tender rump. She steered Skinwalker onto a smoother portion of the wide, worn path. "How are you going to present yourself?"

  "I am first going to stop by the station and see if I got any telegrams. We have a secret code that will let me know the status."

  "I remember you mentioned that earlier. Since Grandfather Malcolm is expecting me," Blair looked worried, "do we still go to his ranch?"

  "We need to act as though everything is normal. Smile, baby. Everything will be fine."

  Blair wished she felt as confident as he did as they plowed through the town and stopped at the telegraph station. The look on Sloan's face indicated that he had received no messages.

  "Do you think your wires were intercepted?" she asked quietly.

  "They had to have been, otherwise I would have gotten something acknowledging my concern. Be on the lookout. We are alone in this right now, kiddo. Talk to no one about anything, hear me?"

  Blair nodded and followed him in the direction of the Blue Sky Ranch. She worried her lower lip as strange eyes bore through her, undressing her mentally as she rode by. The stiffness in Sloan's spine also told her that he, too, was on alert.

  "Just remember, Blair," he pulled his horse next to her. "If anyone causes problems, cut Skinwalker loose. That horse will take down a tornado if he feels threatened."

  "I don't want anyone to shoot him," Blair said, worriedly.

  Sloan did not answer and fell back behind the wagon to scout the ditches for uninvited guests. Within forty minutes, they passed the entrance of the ranch and pulled to a halt.

  Sloan whistled, "That is one heck of a spread. There must be five hundred head that way," he gestured to the dark shapes of grazing bovines. "I thought Malcolm focused on bison."

  "There are no fences. How do they keep track of the herd?" Blair asked, overwhelmed by the massive size of the property.

  "They free-range. I am sure there is a river outlining this land and Malcolm owns the water rights. Cattle here are worth more than down south. With the miners coming in and the town growing around this spread, he must make a fortune."

  "The bandits said he was broke because he is a gambler. The house looks as though it is in decent condition," Blair observed, flicking the reins and directing Skinwalker towards the immense two-story structure. "It is larger than my aunt's home."

  "There is even a barn," Sloan pointed to a large building. "We don't see many of those around here. It also looks like he has three bunkhouses and a chowhouse."

  "Someone isn't telling the truth about Malcolm," Blair said quietly. "Do you think they lied to get us off their trail?"

  "I honestly don't think any of them was smart enough to think of that. Blair?"

  "Yes?" she looked up into his eyes as he lifted her from the wagon.

  "We are married. Do not tell anyone, not even Malcolm, otherwise. I want to be certain to stay as close to you as I can."

  Sloan knocked on the heavy wooden door. A large-framed, bald man with a thick moustache answered.

  "Grandfather Malcolm?" Blair asked shyly, peaking out from under Sloan's arm.

  "Blair? Blair Lorraine? What a sight you are!" the elderly man bellowed loudly, catching her in his arms and spinning her around with her feet off the floor. "You have grown to be such a beauty! You look exactly like your mama! And who is this y
oung man?"

  "This is my husband," Blair said, the lie easy on her lips, "Sloan Adkins."

  "Married? I had no idea! Congratulations and mighty pleased to meet you, Sloan Adkins. Please, come into my humble abode. Carlos! Bring my granddaughter and her husband refreshments!" Malcolm slapped Sloan heartily on the back. "Sit! You poor child, you look absolutely worn down. We will feed you and then I will have Madeline prepare a hot bath for you."

  "Madeline? MY Madeline?"

  The little French maid appeared with a smile. "Yes, Miss."

  Blair screeched and flung her arms around the only person in her life who had shown her friendship. "What are you doing here? How did you get here so quickly?"

  "I only just arrived one week ago, Miss. Your aunt, she dismissed me right after you left."

  "How horrid of her! How did you get the money to come this way?"

  "I have saved my earnings for many years in hopes of buying a home of my own one day. When I lost Francois to the carriage accident, I gave up my dream to be independent."

  "The little sprite wired me immediately and told me of the events of the Farbor household. She said she wished to come out here and serve you. I, of course, consented." Malcolm looked pleased.

  "I will find a way to compensate you for the travel, Madeline," Blair said, holding the older woman's hands.

  "No need! No need! It's already been taken care of. I needed me a housekeeper and a decent cook, and Miss Madeline was hired on to manage the house. I paid for her travel expenses, bought her some pretty new frocks, and gave her a room of her own."

  "That was very generous of you, Grandfather."

  "You looked confused, child. Is there something amiss?"

  "She's just tired from the trail, Mr. Farbor. If you please, I would like to get her fed, washed up, and down for some shuteye," Sloan intervened.

  "Call me Malcolm, boy. We are family now, and we don't go by those fancy rules in these parts. Madeline, take Mrs. Adkins up for a bath. I will have Carlos bring a meal to her."