She quickly shook her head and then nodded.
“Well, which is it?” Clay said in surprise too. “I mean I’m staring at the two of you and so help me, he’s not in there like you’re squealing about.”
She gulped and then looked at Levi. “Is he?” she whispered.
“Hell, how would I know? I’m at the wrong end.”
She released his cock and stared at him.
“Shit, Emily.”
With a deep breath, Levi backed away from her and walked to the foot of the bed. “Nope, he’s only inside of you this much.” He indicated less than an inch, an exaggeration she was sure of, when he held his forefinger and thumb barely apart.
Levi sat down on the bed, parallel with her torso. He pinched her nipple and lowered his head to bite at the other one. Clay was at the head of the bed now and he crawled up on his knees. “Suck my dick, Emily. Don’t think about him. Just suck my dick.”
She smiled, licked the top and then wrapped her lips around Clay in a show of appreciation for the way he licked her pussy earlier. Within seconds, Luke inched inside of her again and this time, she had no doubt. With a sudden pop, a loud one, she released Clay and screamed out. “Brimstone and Hell! Get out of me!”
“Not on your life or Clay’s,” he grinned before he started to move inside her walls and within a few minutes she was clawing at him. She’d never felt anything like it. He was locked in between her legs stroking at her pussy like he’d done it a million times before. Sure, it burned like hell at first. Sure, it choked her to death when she thought she felt him in her gut as much as in her vagina. But now, heaven was found and she felt like she floated on clouds.
Luke took a slow grind approach to fucking her and for some reason, she felt like there might be a little more to the fucking thing than a slow move. “You can go faster,” she told him.
“Fuck her hard, Luke,” Levi encouraged.
Sure enough, she was right. He fucked her hard and deep and her walls milked his cock until she exploded around him.
“You’re pretty when you come,” Clay told her as he watched her face wrinkle up and enjoy the satisfaction.
“She is, ain’t she? Levi added.
Luke collapsed against her chest and nuzzled her breasts. “Damn woman, that’s one pleasurable pussy you’ve got there.”
“Thank you,” she said before she stretched her neck and pulled Clay’s cock into her mouth again.
He stroked her forehead while he watched her open and close around him. “What a pretty sight,” he said as he slowly moved in between her jaws. He licked at his lips and locked gazes with her. He gripped the headboard tightly and listened to Luke lapping at her nipples. Her pointed little beads turning into true hard pebbles, the way he liked a woman’s nipples.
She sucked him from base to tip and rolled her tongue over his veins. He let her lead for a few minutes but when she released him and then sucked at his sack. All was lost then and there.
”Take me back in your mouth. Do it. Quick.” His pace was broken and his control, shattered. He needed to come and come now.
She sucked him back inside her cheeks and he swelled them plenty as he pounded against her throat, not caring that his balls slapped against her chin enough to make a frightening noise.
“Damn it! Suck!” He clutched the bedpost and rode into her mouth. “That’s it, ah yeah. Good baby. Suck it. That’s it. Shit!” He creamed the back of her throat and he rode it out until every drop of his seed was swallowed and savored.
Then, out of nowhere, a loud knock interrupted them.
“Evenin’, Marshall,” she drawled when she opened the door fully clothed in a dull grey skirt and white blouse.
He could see her nipples protruding through the material and he had to smile. She didn’t know her modesty would never be appreciated now. He’d seen those tits. He’d wrapped his cock in hand and came with her name on his lips because he’d watched her with those outlaws.
“Miss Masterson.” He tilted his hat and then took it off. The least he could do was show some measure of respect. If he knew Clay and his cousins, they weren’t sure who to expect so they were somewhere in the house with guns in hand. Knowing Clay, a few knives too. He never fought particularly fair.
“Would you like to come in?” she reluctantly asked.
“Am I interrupting something?” he asked and watched as her cheeks flushed. “I mean I can come back tomorrow.”
“Is it important?” she asked politely.
Oh, he was going to have some fun with Miss Emily Masterson. She was the kind of woman he could entertain.
“Why yes, Miss Masterson, it is. Very important.”
She narrowed her eyes on him. She understood. The little hell cat knew without a doubt and it showed in her beautifully flushed ivory skin. She moved to the side and called over her shoulder. “Clay, Luke, Levi. It’s the Marshall.”
With a polite hand held out, she invited him inside. “Come on in and I’ll put some coffee on.”
“Are you sure I’m not interrupting something important?” he devilishly asked again.
She twisted around and caught him off guard. “What do you think you interrupted, Marshall?” She glared at him and placed both hands on her hips. Around the same time, Levi appeared, fully clothed. He reached over the table and shook hands with Marshall Davis.
“Good to see you tonight. What can I help you with?” he asked.
Marshall Davis looked at Emily from head to toe. “I’m not sure if it’s something you can help me with or not. I’ll have to take it up with Miss Masterson and Clay but I imagine we can work something out.”
He watched his words sink in and he resisted the temptation to touch her. “Is Clay around or not?” He looked back toward the bedroom.
“He’ll be right out,” Levi said.
Luke and Clay walked out together. Both tried to act like he’d just stirred the dead. Luke’s hair was messed up and Clay yawned repetitively.
“Marshall,” Clay shook his hand and then Luke did the same.
“Good time to knock off the act boys,” he said. “Now I know I didn’t wake you.” He licked his lips and studied Emily. “I don’t think any of you have had much rest tonight, right, Miss Masterson?”
Clay and Luke studied her too. Luke walked over to her and whispered something in her ear and she handed him the kettle. “Marshall,” she said in passing while bowing her head in shame, no doubt. He hoped it was shame. A whore like Miss Masterson ought to feel some measure of it after what he’d watched her do.
“You didn’t have to send her away,” Marshall Davis said.
“Actually, we did,” Levi crossed his arms and stood near the door.
“What brings you out here tonight?” Clay always shot straight from the hip and didn’t waste time doing it.
“Well, boys, I have a proposition,” he said.
“It couldn’t wait until morning?” Clay asked.
“No, ‘fraid it couldn’t wait another minute after what I saw here tonight.”
Levi and Clay exchanged glances and Luke gaped at the floor. He looked downright mad and Marshall Davis quickly decided, Luke was the smoking gun before one was ever fired.
The cabin fell quiet and no one said a word for a few minutes.
Finally, Marshall Davis cleared his throat. “I want you to share Miss Masterson with me, Clay.”
“The hell you say,” Luke clenched his fist and headed for him but Clay stopped him by slinging his arm back all at one time.
“In exchange for what?” he asked.
“Your life,” he said, “and yours,” he nodded toward Levi and then Luke. “All of you are facing a posse and they’ll be here before you can get away now. I’ll make all of your problems go away if you’ll give me a few hours with Miss Masterson.”
“A few hours?” Clay grunted. “I know better.”
“I do too,” Luke said seething.
“Well, I’ll be damned. I took her for a whore but you boys care about her, huh?”
Levi blind-sided him with a sucker punch. “She ain’t a whore, you sorry low-down son-of-a-bitch.”