Sweet Justice (6 page)

She rolled her eyes at me and I felt ire at her lackadaisical attitude about something so important. What man had come before? "I saw my brothers when we were small, for the only way we bathed in the summer was if we stripped down and swam in the pond. But they were boys and you're..."

Her eyes were focused solely on my cock as she spoke, and widened when it grew impossibly larger once I realized I truly was her first.

"I'm all man, sweetheart."

"I've heard that's supposed to fit inside me, but I must have heard wrong, for surely you're too large."

"I'm glad you're pleased with my cock, but don't worry, I'll fit. Perhaps I should check though, to see?"

She frowned. "Check?"

I lowered myself to my knees on the floor, grabbed her ankles and abruptly tugged her so that her ass was at the side of the bed. She cried out in surprise. Placing one, then the other leg over my shoulders, I had the perfect view of her pussy. I didn't dawdle, for surely Piper's mind would forget about being surprised and decide to become modest, and I ran a thick finger through her pale curls, then brushing over her pale pink lips.

"Wiley! What are you doing?"

She was still propped up on her elbows and she tried to pull her legs back, but couldn't. My shoulders were too broad and my palm on one inner thigh kept her wide open for me.

"Making sure I'll fit."

"By touching me there?"

I looked up her body at her. It was hard to focus on her surprised expression when her nipples were in my view as well. They were tight and furled and I wanted to taste them again. But there was another place on her body I wanted to taste first.

"Remember, trust me in this and I'll trust you to tell me if you don't like it, but I promise you, you'll love it."

I didn't give her time to argue. Using both hands, I parted her folds with my thumbs, opening her up so I could see all her treasures. At the top of her pussy was her pink pearl, all swollen and ready. Lower was her untried opening, the first hints of her arousal making it shiny and slick beneath my finger. I worked a fingertip just inside and began to play as I took in the rest of her. Below her perfect pussy was her back entrance, tightly furled and closed. I knew that she'd be sensitive there; any woman who was so responsive to nipple play would most certainly enjoy ass play as well. In due time. We had the rest of our lives. For now, I savored the sight of her, the feel of her hot pussy as it clenched down on my finger. She was so tight; once I was sunk balls deep into her, there was no doubt I'd fit within her like a hand in a glove.

I groaned as her inner walls milked my finger, as if trying to pull it in deeper. I obliged and Piper's hips arched up off the bed as I did so.

"Oh my," she cried, eyes closed. She'd fallen onto her back and her entire body was relaxed, yet tense at the same time. "Do that again, please."

I didn't delay. If she wanted me to finger her, I would do so. Her arousal made her wet and slick, the sound of it filling the room. I slowly slid my digit in an out, mimicking what would come later with my cock. I added a second finger, scissoring them to prepare her for she was so incredibly snug.

She hissed. "Wiley, I feel so open."

"Not yet, sweetheart, but soon. Soon you'll be split wide. It's time to come. I want to see you find your first pleasure. Scream as loud as you want. I want to hear it. I want to taste it."

"Taste it?"

Instead of answering her, I showed her what I meant as I lowered my head to lick over her damp flesh. Her taste made my mouth water. It was sweet, just like the rest of her. My fingers continued to work into her, but never far enough to breach her maidenhead. That was for my cock. Instead, I found the soft, spongy spot just inside that had her cry out. Curling the pads of my fingers over it again and again had her writhing. When I combined that with the tip of my tongue sliding over her round little clit, finding the left side of it to be the sensitive spot, she came.

The muscles in her legs tightened against my shoulders, and her heels dug into my back. Her hands tangled and tugged at my hair. She cried out her release loud enough for the other guests to surely have heard her. I didn't care. I didn't care about anything except giving her exactly what she needed. But watching her in the throes of passion had my cock aching, weeping pre-ejaculate so it dripped down my length.

Once her pleasure ebbed, I lifted my head, and shifted my shoulders so that her legs fell around me. "Wrap your legs around my waist, sweetheart."

She was pliant enough at the moment to do as I bid without thought or argument. She would not be telling me to stop. When I felt her ankles lock at my lower back, I pulled my fingers free and grabbed the base of my cock in a tight grip.

"See what you do to me?"

Piper's eyes were blurry, yet focused on how my hand stroked up and down the length of my dick, her cheeks flushed and her brow damp with sweat. "You're even bigger." Her voice was breathy and surprised.

I aligned myself up to her slick, virgin opening. "It's time, sweetheart. Time to make you mine. This is for us. You and me. No judges. No ceremony. Just this."

She had enough clarity after her first orgasm to understand of what I spoke. I was taking her because I chose it, not because it was demanded. She was giving herself to me, gifting me with her virginity because it was her decision. We were agreeing to this hasty, mismatched marriage of our own accord.

"Yes," she replied.

With that one word, I nudged the broad head of my cock into her and I watched as her pussy lips flowered open, stretched wide by my entry. She was so slick I didn't even have to work my way in, and I took my time to slowly sink into her. I felt her maidenhead, but it was no barrier for the eagerness of my cock. There was the briefest moment of resistance before I slid in all the way.

Piper cried out at the intrusion and clenched the quilt on the bed at her sides. Her eyes were wide and I saw a hint of pain there.

"I'm in, sweetheart. You took me so well. See? I fit."

She licked her lips and held still. "I...I'm not sure. I feel...oh, God, Wiley, I feel so full."

I grinned, knowing how well I filled her, but sweat dotted my brow and every muscle in my body tensed from remaining still. She was as tight as I imagined. Wet and slick and so very hot. She was heaven on earth and I'd just sunk right into it. Yet my cock was screaming at me to move, to pull back and slide in deep once again. Not slow nor gentle. Rough and hard and untamed.

"Getting better?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"That's it? It's all over?"

"Over? We're just getting started." I began to move then, not only because I couldn't wait another second, but also I wanted to show her what fucking truly was about. She was going to love it, I knew, and I couldn't wait to see her let go, to fuck with complete abandon.

"Oh!" she cried, eyes wide as I pulled back almost free except for where her clinging pussy lips held me in place, before again filling her deeply.

"Like that?"

She nodded. I started to move then in earnest, letting my need take over yet watching her cautiously. I shouldn't have been concerned, for after about the third deep penetration, her eyes slid shut and her hips rose to meet mine.

"More?" I asked.

"More," she repeated. "Harder."

Harder? She wanted harder? I could deliver. My mind went blank then, for I couldn't control myself any longer. My pleasure built at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up and filling with my seed. It was hot and scalding and plentiful and I knew that it would fill her right up. Before then, however, I needed her to come again. I reached down and ran my thumb over her slick clit. It didn't take more than that for she'd been right on the precipice.

She was wanton and wild when she came. Every concern she had was gone from her mind. Her hair was a tangle about her thrashing head, her thighs clenched tightly around my waist. I felt her inner walls clench down rhythmically on my cock in a way that had me coming. It was not something I could resist; it was too decadent and hot and...incredible.

I thrust my hips one final time, filling her to the brink, then I fell over. I growled my pleasure as I gripped her hips. There would be marks there most assuredly, but I would consider them part of a virgin's claiming. Piper wasn't some breakable waif. She reveled and thrived beneath my hand, beneath my body and filled with my cock.

I fell forward, placing all of my weight onto my hand beside her head so our rapid breaths mingled. I was still fully seated as the last few spasms of her inner walls milked the remainder of seed from my cock.

The scent of our joining was pungent and strong in the air, the room warm, but nothing was as appealing as recovering fully embedded in Piper's pussy. I knew I'd have to pull out, but my cock stand had not diminished. I wanted her again, but my randiness would have to hold for at least a few minutes. I needed to assess my bride, to know that she was well after her first fucking. From the small smile that curled the corner of her mouth, the way her skin was flushed yet luminescent in the morning sunshine streaming through the window, I knew she was sated and replete.

PIPER

"While I'd like to stay abed for the remainder of the night...hell, the remainder of the week, we can't stay here."

It was the first chance I had to look at the room. It was plain, only a bed and a dresser, the walls painted a plain white. The quilt we were sprawled upon was a mixture of dark fabrics—blood red, royal blue and even some dark heather. It was striking and very bold, perhaps matching the personality of its owner.

Now that my anger and ardor had both cooled, reality set in.

"Oh God," I groaned, tossing an arm over my eyes. Perhaps if I couldn't see Wiley, he couldn't see me.

Mr. Easton's—no—Wiley's fingers began to fiddle with a long lock of my hair, tugging on it gently. After he'd pulled himself from my body, he'd fallen to his side and pulled me into him, his arm and leg thrown over me as if trying to keep me from escaping. If he made me feel that amazing not once, but twice, I had no interest in going anywhere.

He was so different from me; the hair on his leg tickled my smooth thigh, his arm was corded with muscle and his hand, just simply cupping my left breast, was large and his fingers long. Our size difference was obvious now, for I felt small and dainty beside him. Remarkably, he had been gentle with me; his hands and mouth and even his cock had been patient and somewhat restrained. That was, at least, until I uttered the word
"harder."
That single word was a signal to him to unleash whatever control he'd held and then he hadn't been gentle.

His hands had gripped my hips tightly, and his cock had slammed into me as it rubbed and slid over incredible places inside that had my eyes practically rolling to the back of my head. It had gone from sweet to carnal in an instant. The sound of our joining, flesh slapping flesh, filled the room. I couldn't help the little sounds that had escaped my throat and they seemed to only build Wiley's intensity. Fucking—the word he'd used for what we'd done—was wet and dirty and wild...and I loved it. He'd been right to make me trust him, for he certainly knew what he was doing.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?"

I refused to look at him. "What you must think of me!"

He pulled on my arm, lowering it from my face so I could see the very satisfied look on his face. "That you're wild and wanton and very, very sexy?"

"Wanton, definitely. Brazen." My body was relaxed and sated, yet between my thighs, my flesh was hot and tender. Deep inside, I ached, a combination of the end of my virginity and being filled so completely by such a large cock. He was large; if he hadn't been so diligent in his early attentions, I would have been fearful. Well, I had been fearful, but more so. I'd forgotten about the reasoning for our marriage. I'd forgotten about my family and their demise. I'd forgotten everything but Wiley.

"You're mine now and there's no going back."

True. I could feel his seed seeping from me.

"You're not bothered by my...boldness?" I asked, fearful of his answer.

"Your boldness in bed pleases me. Your boldness in charging into a brothel bothers me a great deal." Catching me by surprise, he easily maneuvered me onto my belly.

"Wiley, what—"

Smack.

His hand came down on my bottom, and I heard the loud sound before I felt the sharp sting.

"Wiley!" I cried, whipping my head around to look at him, pushing up onto my hands and knees to get away.

"Good, just the way I want you." He came up on his knees beside me and gripped my hip firmly. "Don't move."

Smack.

"What are you doing?" I squealed as his palm struck a different place on my bottom.

"Spanking you for your blatant disregard for your safety."

Smack.

"You went to see a whore on our wedding night!"

Smack.

"I was working."

"Yes, interrogating someone in just her underthings. It seems your tact is to strip her naked," I countered, thinking of how we'd been forced to wed in the first place. "Good thing you were in a brothel otherwise you might have to marry her as well!"

Smack.

"You are intentionally swaying the conversation from the reason for this spanking. You will not put yourself in danger."

Each word of the sentence was punctuated by a hard spank.

I gripped the quilt tightly as the sting settled in and turned to heat. After one last spank, Wiley smoothed his hand over my sore bottom. "There. Have you learned your lesson?"

I wasn't contrite, not in the least. While I found his point valid, his punishment did not make me reasonable. "Will you stop meeting women in brothels?"

"This brothel? Once word spreads that my wife came and shared her ire, I won't be able to show my face here again."

I narrowed my eyes at him. The nerve of the man! "You spanked me for following you to a brothel so no other woman could have you and that's your response?" I started to move off the bed but he stopped me.

"No, my response is this." He slipped his fingers past my sore bottom and between my thighs to slip inside of me. When I groaned, he continued. "I love that you're possessive and so my fierce bride shall have a reward. For while this pussy belongs to me, my cock is yours, sweetheart."

I arched my back like a cat, pushing my hips back into the movements of his hand, making his fingers plunge deeper. "Wiley!" I cried, knowing now how the pleasure filled me and filled me until I overflowed.

"My cock is yours," he repeated. "Of that you should have no doubt."

I glanced at him over my shoulder. He grinned, showing off straight white teeth. He was so handsome and when he smiled, it was almost breathtaking. His hair was tousled and he appeared quite pleased with himself. His was quite adept and both of us most definitely reaped the benefits. "From the look on your face, you don't believe me, but I think we'll both enjoy proving those words."

It didn't take me long to come again, this time I screamed and the ladies in the kitchen must have heard. While his cock had been so big and thick and filled me so deeply, Wiley's fingers moved at a gentle, leisurely pace and were able to curl and rub over hidden, secret places inside of me.

"Yes, it feels
so
good," I moaned, collapsing down onto the bed and catching my breath.

Wiley stood, naked and incredible looking, to grab his clothes.

"That scream certainly redeemed my manhood," he told me and I tossed a pillow at him. He ducked and grinned again. "Now we may leave the room."

"Oh?" I asked. I was content to remain abed, although my bottom stung.

"You wish to spend the night in a brothel, sweetheart?"

I shook my head from the languorous feelings that made me so relaxed and sated. I did not wish to remain in a brothel, especially when I knew Ethel would most likely be returning. While I might be wanton and brazen, I did not need another confrontation with the woman; Wiley had fucked any reasoning out of my head.

"I believe your dress is still worthy for wear." His voice was scratchy and rough, yet deep and surprisingly soothing.

"Why would it not be wearable?" I asked.

"You had your hand on my cock, Piper. I could not be held accountable for my actions in my haste to strip you bare and make you mine."

I climbed into the garment and began doing up the buttons, which seemed to be all intact, Wiley watching me the entire time. "One of these days I will not show as much restraint at the start," he growled.

His words had my inner walls clenching. "Promise?"

He came over to me and stroked the back of his knuckles down my cheek. "Oh, I promise, sweetheart."

"What did the ladies at the brothel tell you?" Wiley asked, taking over doing up the buttons on my dress. The feel of his knuckles brushing over my breasts had me losing focus.

"They told me how to rub your...cock so you liked it." My cheeks were on fire and I looked at the buttons of his shirt.

His hands paused which had me glancing up at him. "You will have to show me later. My question was about Miss Carter. What did they tell you about her?"

I think my cheeks reddened even further at the misunderstanding. "Oh, um...she used to work there with them, but left about six months ago. They couldn't say exactly, but it was winter. They believe she headed to Carey."

Once all the buttons were done up, he tapped the tip of my nose. "Then we're off to Carey."

WILEY

I spent the ride to Carey thinking about Piper and my cock pressed painfully against my pants—riding a saddle is not the place to be with a cock stand—and my balls ached with the need to come. I couldn't help but remember how she felt in my arms once we returned to the hotel. I'd stripped her bare once again and held her all night. I didn't touch her nor make any forward advances. She had to have been sore from having her maidenhead torn and I hadn't been gentle. While she'd readily enjoyed herself, coming not once but twice, she was unused to my cock and such vigorous attentions. When I'd slipped my fingers into her after I spanked her, she'd been so incredibly tight. I'd been careful and tried to be gentle as I made her come because of the telling sign of her virgin blood and my seed coating my fingers.

It had taken all my willpower not to take her in the tall grasses as we let the horses drink from a nearby creek. I'd fought the urge to pull her toward me as we rode side by side to kiss her. I'd struggled to just...wait.

The sky was a mixture of clouds and sun, making the air cooler than the day before. We were alone on the vast prairie, the sound of the wind blowing through the tall grass the only sound. "Tonight I will search the brothels for Miss Carter."

Her posture stiffened even more. How she could ride in that confounded corset and breathe was beyond me. "Do you really need to go to another brothel?"

My eyebrows went up beneath my hat. "Oh? Don't trust me, sweetheart?"

She turned to look at me, her face shadowed beneath her bonnet. "We barely know each other."

I grinned. "I know what color your nipples are. I know what you sound like when you come. I know how tight your pussy is. I know what you taste like."

She flushed prettily. "That is not what I meant and you know it," she replied primly. "How would you feel if I went into a saloon to find a man that was wanted?"

My jaw clenched and my eyes narrowed. The very idea had me furious and livid. "Don't even think about it, sweetheart." This time the endearment was laced with a little warning.

She held up one hand. "It was just an example. Now you know how I feel about you going in a place like that. The women there, they expect...things."

"They do. I told you last night, I'm only going to be giving those...things to you."

She shook her head. "It doesn't matter. What happens if they force you?"

I laughed, rich and loud. "Force me?"

She pursed her lips and realized her question was a tad ridiculous.

"I do not like it," she said simply.

That statement gave me pause, for it had more weight than anything else she'd said. "I want to bring the woman to justice, Piper. I want to bring closure to the entire case, to let those who were murdered rest in peace. Hey," I said, getting her to look at me. "Your possessiveness is very appealing. I like that it bothers you."

She frowned. "I should just go in there for you."

I pulled on the reins of my horse and stopped. She had to turn around so we could continue our conversation, this time facing each other. "What the hell do you mean by that?"

"You're a man. A bounty hunter. What woman is going to give information to you?"

"A woman who wants money."

She shook her head. "If Miss Carter is there, she's not going to just
let
you take her. If you go around and ask questions she'll get suspicious, or even learn you're there to arrest her and flee."

"I can handle one woman," I countered. Her words had my manliness in jeopardy. Besides, my ire at Miss Carter was enough where I could certainly handle her.

"It would be easier if I did it for you."

"How?" I had an idea of what she was going to say, but I wanted to be sure before I made conclusions.

"I will go in seeking a job as a prostitute."

I laughed, but this time her words weren't overly humorous. "You just fucked for the first time last night. I don't think you'll be mistaken for a whore."

She shook her head. "Doesn't matter. I can easily play a woman fallen on hard times. A virgin, or almost virgin. I should fetch a fair price."

I didn't want to think about the men circling around her eager to get their hands, and other parts of their anatomy, on her.

"No."

I spurred my horse into movement.

"Why not?" she called from behind me.

"Because I'm your husband, and I forbid it." I wasn't thinking logically. If it were anyone else, the plan had merit, but I couldn't let Piper into a place like that, with men like that, expecting her to fuck or do other dark things. No way in fucking hell.