Rubbing her arms, he smiled. “You thought he was handsome the first time you saw him anyway.”
“Yeah, but that’s not the point.”
“You were attracted to him. I saw you patting your hair in the mirror. Why do you think Luke told you to stay inside?”
“You didn’t want him to see me?”
“Nope, we didn’t plan on sharing with nobody else.”
“Then do me a favor and don’t make too many enemies in the future.”
“You got it. Emily, you don’t have to do this.”
“I know. I want to do it.”
“You think he’s sexy, do ya?”
“No, Clay, but there are some things you do for your family. You make sacrifices for them by grinning and bearing it, no matter what it is.”
His lips twitched and he reached under the sheets. Her firm stomach was flat and her skin felt cold to the touch, not hot like it had been earlier. He pressed down on her mound. “Are you wet, Emily?”
“No,” she said.
“Let me make you wet, sugar,” he said as he twirled his finger around her opening. “Shift your weight and spread your hips for me.”
She took a deep breath and with a frown still glued to her face, she parted her legs for him. He pressed into her dry cave. “Damn,” he said.
“You like it when I’m not wet?”
“I gotta tell you, I don’t like it so much but I’d give anything to fuck you while you’re like this.”
He felt a splurge of heat from her vagina but she was still tight, so fucking tight. He wiggled his fingers higher into her pussy and then stood up. Watching her in the candlelight, he undressed.
“Clay, you don’t have to try and…”
“Shh…” He gently smiled. “I don’t want to hear you talk unless you’re coming and telling me all about it.”
“Okay,” she said. “Where is the Marshall?”
“Do we care?”
“No,” she said. “But Clay?”
“Remember, not a word.” He pressed his fingertips to his lips and then eased on the bed. “Not one word, okay sugar.”
He held himself to her opening and pressed inside her walls. He gritted his back teeth. “Oh damn, Emily. You feel so good, baby. Hot fucking damn.”
He started to move, slow at first but the way she felt all hot and tight only drove him further over the edge and she did it quick. He yanked her legs behind his back and kissed her nipples.
“Clay?”
“Uh-huh, baby. It’s good, isn’t sugar?”
She nodded. “Good, real good.” But then she pointed to Marshall Davis.
Clay rolled off of her and stayed at her side. His cock hung between his legs and he made the average man look small. The thick purple stalk oozed with his pre-cum and a little bubble at the tip made Emily’s mouth water.
His fingers lightly skimmed over her nipple and he ducked his head to pull one in between his teeth. “The woman said these tits are off-limits,” he muttered against her breast. “Got it?” He looked at Marshall Davis.
The Marshall nodded. She hated that she said such a thing now. Marshall Davis wasn’t a bad looking man and Emily had heard of worse deals made before between men and their women. She rolled closer to Clay and whispered. “Where are Levi and Luke?”
“They can’t watch, baby.”
She looked at him, framed his face and then kissed his lips. “But you’ll never leave me, will you Clay?”
“Emily…”
“Tell me, promise me right now.”
“Honey, I’ll never leave you if I don’t have to leave, but that’s the best I can do.”
“Then promise me if you ever have to leave that you’ll take me with you.”
Clay held her close and cupped her bottom, moving her closer to his shaft. “Damn I want to finish fucking you so bad it hurts.” He kissed the top of her head and moved to the side of the bed griping his cock in one hand and squeezing her nipple with the other.
“She’s yours for a couple of fucks, that’s it.”
“You want to join us?” the Marshall asked. “I mean, Emily here feels comfortable with you so might as well stay with us.”
“Oh, I’m staying all right but I didn’t plan on joining you.”
“Will you, Clay?” she turned back to Marshall Davis. “Can he?”
At that moment, she saw a small flicker of kindness in the Marshall’s eyes. Like she’d told him, she might have found him attractive enough without ultimatums and now she felt certain of it.
Clay pulled her from the bed and sat down with his back against the post, kind of at an angle. He smirked when he stared at his former friend’s size. “Stiff, are ya?”
Emily hoped to hell he wasn’t serious. He had the kind of penis a woman could blink and miss. She didn’t know what he expected so she decided to pretend like she was the whore she met in the saloon. She might as well role play and have fun with it. After she saw he wasn’t as vile as he wanted them to think, she felt more at ease.
“So Marshall, what’s it going to be? Do I fuck you or do you want me to suck your cock?” She might have said teeny-weeny penis but why go for the man’s belt before he used it on her?
She saw him gulp. His Adam’s apple moved up and down rapidly and he quickly grabbed his dick at the base. Clay’s lips curved in a lopsided smile. She glanced over at him. He looked so confident and relaxed now. He played with his balls and stroked his cock like he was only there to observe.
Like hell. After she had him inside of her, she was going to let him finish her. A man with a cock like Clay’s needed a woman’s pussy to satisfy him. She wanted to spend her life pleasing him and enjoying his size, as the whore at the saloon so graciously stated.
“What do you want me to do, Clay?”
“I want to fuck your ass while you suck his cock.” He didn’t waste time telling her.
“Is that all right, Marshall?” His sarcastic tone grated against her nerves.
“Suits me,” he said gripping his cock harder.
“Holding it back, ain’t ‘cha?” Clay asked him pointedly.
She smiled, rolled over to her stomach and let Clay position her. “Stand over there at the foot of the bed,” Clay said. “I gotta get her ready.”
“She takes it up the ass?”
“Never has before, I don’t reckon but she will tonight, won’t you baby?” He rubbed his hand over her hip.
“Spank me,” she muttered.
“What?” Clay asked. “I don’t think I heard you right.”
“Please, spank me, Clay. It makes me wet.” She looked at the Marshall and his tip oozed with his excitement. It came in a steady stream.
She smacked her lips and waggled her tongue at him. Clay’s hand came down across her flank. “Shit! Not that hard.” Her pussy was flaming hot now. “On second thought. Harder. Smack my ass and make it sting.”
He did it twice.
“Again.” She moaned.
Twice more.
“Ah Clay, I’m so wet now.” She licked her lips and stared at the Marshall’s dick.
Marshall Davis grabbed her hand and cupped it under his sac. “I like a woman to hold me here when she sucks my dick.”
She licked the tip and cupped his balls. Clay ran his finger over her ass and dipped it into her crack. “Bend over a little more and spread your hips.”
Emily did what he told her to do and three of his fingers waited to part her. Running his fingers from her pussy to her ass, he used her juices to saturate her untouched hole. It wasn’t hard to prepare her body because she kept leaking fluids.
“You’re excited, aren’t you, Emily?” He bit her hip and she wiggled her bottom. He struck her globe with his palm once more. “Behave.”
Marshall Davis moved his cock to her mouth. It wasn’t big at all and Emily couldn’t help but smile when he slid past her lips. It was like having two thumbs in her mouth as opposed to choice beefy males but at least he appreciated her. He came in her mouth the second she closed her jaws. She didn’t have to work him over.