As the Cowboy Commands [Ecstasy in the Old West 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Robin Gideon Page A

flesh only made her pussy hotter and wetter.
    Nodding with increasing speed to take Jared’s hard man-flesh in and out of her mouth, Helen watched as her breasts bounced and swayed, trembling and shaking with her exertions. She saw the line of her legs, folded neatly beneath her, and the glazed quality in her emerald-green eyes as she studied herself giving the fellatio.
    “Stand up,” Jared said, the words jarring to Helen, who had been in a little fantasy world of her own making. In a harsh tone that would brook no resistance, he added, “Stand up and turn around.”
    Had Jared said, “Stand up and walk through fire,” Helen would have complied. Her brain was spinning dizzily, the surface of her skin itching. She could feel the throb of her own heartbeat in her pussy. She turned her back to him and didn’t resist when he simultaneously grabbed her hip with one hand then pushed forward on her shoulder with the other. A moment later she was bent at the waist with her hands on her legs, just above her knees.
    “Watch,” Jared commanded.
    Helen looked into the mirror. Her breasts, now pulled by gravity, swayed away from her body, appearing even larger and fuller than they had earlier. She saw, too, Jared standing behind her, tall and lean, his cock sticking out from his loins like a lusty weapon. And then he guided his cock to her entrance, pausing only momentarily to rub the crown up and down over her sex lips.
    “Watch me fuck you,” he whispered, also looking into the mirror.
    Nothing in Helen’s life prior to Jared’s entrance into it could prepare her for the visual and physical assault upon her senses when she felt his cock thrusting deep into her pussy while simultaneously watching it doing precisely that. She whispered something indecipherable that might have been “Oh, fuck!” and then started coming, her pussy contracting around the hard column of Jared’s flesh as waves of raw emotion shuddered through her.
    For Helen, there was nothing else in the world except Jared’s cock. Even as she began descending from the heights of her orgasm, she felt herself rising up again. The orgasm that she had just enjoyed was only a beginning. The ending was something that she could hardly fathom.
    Through passion-glazed eyes, Helen watched her breasts swaying beneath her as she rocked on bare feet, squeezing her legs in her hands tightly, hoping to remain standing while Jared pummeled her from behind. She watched Jared’s buttocks flexing as he pumped his hips, driving the awesome length of his cock deep inside her welcoming body. She saw his flat, muscle-corded stomach flexing as he speared into her again and again and again. She heard the moist sound of perspiring flesh slapping wetly against perspiring flesh, and the sound of it was an erotic music that made her clit sizzle.
    But through the haze of her own burgeoning excitement, reality intruded, as she knew it must. In a voice that quavered and stammered because of her emotional turbulence and the ecstatically physical violence she was undergoing, she said, “Don’t c–climax inside m–m–me.”
    She watched in the mirror as Jared turned his face so that, in the reflection, he could look into her eyes. Helen saw the intensity of his emotions, but she could not tell whether he was furious with her for her request, or if in the lust-fogged recesses of his brain he even understood what she’d just said.
    Helen had made the same request of Gregg on the two occasions that she’d allowed him to penetrate her body, and on both occasions he had disappointed her in a myriad of ways—not the least of which was by releasing his seed inside her. She had avoided pregnancy thus far, but she wasn’t so confident with Jared. For one thing, the sheer, staggering volume of his orgasms was the equivalent of three or four of Gregg’s. By that basis alone, the odds of impregnation expanded exponentially.
    But would it be such a bad thing to have Jared’s child instead of