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  Reaching up, I placed my palm between her breasts and pushed her down, holding her in place as I licked and nibbled and ate her pussy. There wasn't one inch of her that I didn't know, didn't tend to. When I curled two fingers inside her and flicked at her clit, I brought her to climax easily, her pleasure escaping on a very lovely scream.

  I didn't stop until the last bits of her orgasm ebbed away and she lay replete and panting before me. “I'm glad we're in a saloon, love, for no one will question your cries of pleasure here.”

  If she weren't already so flushed, I was sure I'd see her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink.

  “Now then, I believe I'm behind in making you come.”

  I could spend all day between her spread thighs and I would have her come at least twice more before I buried myself deep in her. The second orgasm was easy to coax, for she hadn't ever come down from the first. She gripped my hair as she rode it out, her feet pressing into my sides.

  “No, Jackson, I can't. It's too much,” she cried, her hair damp and clinging to her forehead.

  “One more, love, and then I'll fuck you.”

  She mumbled incoherently as I lapped at the juices that continued to come from her pussy. There was no question she was ready, that my cock would slide right in. But she had to come once more. This time, I coated my finger in her arousal and slicked her ass with it, circling the puckered entrance again and again, letting her relax from the initial surprise.

  “This time, love, you're going to come while I fuck your ass with my finger.”

  She shook her head, but said nothing, too lost in her own body to be able to resist me now. I ensured she was well lubricated and began to slowly push into her entrance, her body fighting me. I took my time and lowered my head to flick my tongue over her swollen pink pearl. That one action had her body softening and I watched as my finger slipped inside her virgin back entrance.

  “That's it, such a good girl. I'm going to fuck you here once I have you well prepared, but not until you've got that baby of ours in your belly. I don't want to waste a bit of seed until then.”

  She groaned at the new feeling of having her ass penetrated, but this was just a beginning. I had no doubt she would come. The way she was shifting her hips in time with my fingers very slight thrusts had me lowering my head to suck and lick at her clit. I couldn't wait any longer, my cock seeping the fluid I knew meant I needed to be buried deep. My balls ached and I was desperate to sink into my wife.

  And so I took her to the brink and then over working her perfect little clit and her tight ass.

  When her body stopped clenching down on my finger, I sat back on my heels and looked down at Hyacinth. I took in her wild hair, her red lips swollen and open. A flush colored her face and down to the tips of her breasts. Her legs were splayed open and her curls covering her pussy glistened with her copious arousal. Even her lips below were swollen and open.

  I groaned at the delectable sight. Placing a hand by her head, I aligned my cock and thrust deep. There was no more preamble, for Hyacinth needed none and I was too eager to wait a moment longer. She clenched down on me and hissed out a very breathy “Yes!” as I filled her completely. There was nothing between us now. Nothing, not an inch of space. The blunt head of my cock nudged at her womb and as I began to move, her inner walls rippled around me, as if to pull me in and hold me deep.

  This was going to be quick, for she was too hot, too tight and too mine for me to delay the inevitable. My balls tightened and my seed pulsed from me as soon as Hyacinth's eyes flew wide and her scream lodged in her throat. Her body milked the seed from my body, pulling it in, keeping it, holding it deep.

  HYACINTH

  I was delirious. I had no idea I could become nonsensical from a man's attentions. Not any man's attentions, but Jackson's. He'd been so attentive that I'd come not once, not twice, but three times by his mouth on my very eager pussy.

  It had felt so good—so good that I'd let go of my anger, of my fear, of my worries, of everything except what he was doing to me. He had wrung pleasure from my body until I was limp and sated and lost. Even then, he'd kept going, pushing me even further. When he put his finger against my back entrance and told me how he'd take me there, for a brief moment, only a few seconds, I'd felt a little fear and definite apprehension, but when his finger had slipped inside, there had been nothing but searing pleasure. It had been so stunning in its brightness that I'd come so hard no words had escaped my lips. I had no idea it could be like that, and the idea of him filling me there with his cock, someday, would be exciting.

  Both of us were breathing hard, trying to recover from the most addictive bout of lovemaking I'd ever imagined. He was slumped over me, holding his weight off me by one forearm. His cock was still embedded deep within me, still hard, too. I felt some seed slipping out. He shifted so I was on my back and he was beside me. Grabbing a pillow, he shoved it beneath my hips, elevating my lower body so that his seed would remain within.

  “Do you think we made a baby this time?” I asked, running my palm over his soft whiskers.

  “Absolutely.”

  “How can you be so sure?” I asked. Was there something about baby making I didn't know?

  “Because when we're old and gray we can tell our grandchildren that we started our family in the upstairs of a saloon.” He rested his large palm on my lower belly.

  “No one would ever believe that Hyacinth Lenox would ever spend the night in a saloon.”

  Jackson grinned down at me, kissed the tip of my nose. “Oh, love, we'll know. I'll know you, Hyacinth Reed, is wild and crazy, coming in gun cocked and loaded ready to claim your man.”

  “I'd do it again, Jackson. I'd do it all again.”

  “And I'd get hard and fuck you again. Anytime, love. Anytime.”

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  #1 Amazon Bestseller in Erotic Western and Historical Erotica

  Who doesn't love the romance of the old West? Vanessa Vale takes the sensual appeal of rugged cowboys a step further with her bestselling books set in the Montana Territory. They are much more than just sexy historical westerns. By introducing sexual taboos into this otherwise traditional romantic setting, Vanessa has won the loyalty of a fan base that never knows quite what to expect with each new series.

  "Montana Maidens" was the first to push the envelope with strong BDSM themes. "Montana Men" followed suit with softer themes but lots of deliciously graphic sex. "The Bridgewater Series" showcases ménage relationships because sometimes one hot cowboy isn't enough. No-holds-barred, graphic descriptions, strong storytelling, engaging characters and breathtaking landscapes all combine to make very naughty reads.

  And as a resident of Wild Wild West, Vanessa Vale finds plenty of inspiration for her work, for who doesn't love a handsome cowboy?

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  OTHER VANESSA VALE BOOKS

  Montana Maidens Series

  Claiming Catherine

  Taming Tessa

  Dominating Devney

  Submitting Sarah

  Montana Men Series

  The Lawman

  The Cowboy

  The Outlaw

  Western Widows

  Bridgewater Menage Series

  Their Kidnapped Bride

  Their Wayward Bride

  Their Captivated Bride

  Sweet Justice

  Wildflowers Of Montana Series

  Rose

 

 

 
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