Efrem (10 page)

“You can stick that cock you’re so proud of deep inside my pussy.”

This time he wiped his forehead.

“You’re killing me here.”

“No, I’m bringing you to life.”

He blinked. The look in his eyes told her he was with her all the way.

Carefully, she pulled her panties off. She had to go slow because the horn had jammed the material inside her pussy. When they hit the floor she lifted her feet to frame the horn which opened her up. She felt her flesh quivering as her fingers slipped through the slick, wet channel.

“Your pussy is actually dripping down and wetting your hole.”

His words made her clit clench. She used one hand to hold her lips open so her clit was clearly visible. Touching it lightly, she wiggled her finger faster and faster until the spasms of climax shook her and the saw horse. Panting, she looked up at Efrem. He was staring at her face. She smiled.

“Your turn.” She climbed down and removed his hand from his cock. It was like a magnet for his hand whenever it got hard. “Sit on the saddle.”

“Not on your life. I’ll crush my nuts.”

Looking at his extensive equipment, she nodded. “You’re right. Lean against it.”

“What are you going to do?”

“You want to discuss it…or do it?”

“I’ll be quiet.”

“Not too quiet I hope.”

She took him in hand and rubbed her thumb over the head. It was purple and angling toward her still wet cunt.

“Not yet, you bad boy.”

She petted his impressive erection, kissed his chest, licked his nipples, and fended off his hands. Then she knelt down and kissed his dick. She licked it with her tongue, sucked it with her mouth, and rubbed it with her hand or any other nearby body part. Whatever she could do.

“No more,” he said
,
lifting her up to her feet.

He changed their positions, laid her across the saddle on her stomach, spread her legs with his knees, and jammed himself inside her. His hips pumped hard and steady against her ass. She felt him spread her cheeks apart and slip a finger inside. She lifted her shoulders in response and he grabbed her hair. He played in her ass, his dick whipped in and out of her, and she screamed when she came. She hadn’t thought she’d have enough breath to scream.

He lay draped over her back, his arms hanging down the side of the saddle.

“Would you live here with me?” she asked.

“In the tack room? Absolutely.”

“No. On the ranch.”

She felt the change in his attention.

“On this ranch? Your ranch?” he asked as he stood up.

His dick slipped out leaving a cold wetness between her legs. She missed the closeness of his body cupping hers, but she really should do this face-to-face. She took a deep breath.

“
Our
ranch. If you want.”

His absolute stillness scared her silly. She stifled a nervous giggle. Then burst out laughing as he bounced around the tack room with his arms in the air. Suddenly, he dropped his arms and grabbed up his jeans. He pulled a box out of the pocket.

Tears blinded her, but she still saw a lot of sparkle and glitter. He held the box out to her letting her see the horseshoe-shaped wedding ring. The horseshoe wrapped around the distinctive blue diamond of the engagement ring.

Stark naked, her man got down on one knee and looked up into her face.

“Will you marry me, Lisa? Be my wife, my friend and my lover?”

“Yes, yes, yes, and yes!”

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Mallory Hall is a whisper from the bedroom. Born and raised in New York, she found her favorite hobby on a tennis court and it has nothing to do with rackets. Balls, yes, rackets, no. Losing her virginity on a dark tennis court with a six foot plus hunk set the tone for her sexual proclivities. She found her sexual equal and married him without delay.

Widowed after twenty-six years of marriage, she turned to writing down what she could no longer share with her own hero. Fantasies come fast and furious and flow onto the page. Thoughts and images coalesce into dialogue and scenes which she loves to share with all who are interested.

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