Cowboy Chapter 15 #2
“I use grain-fed lamb shoulder. It’s milder and less tough.
I cut it into chunks, braise it, then add the vegetables.
I like carrots, Yukon Gold potatoes, and onions, but you can add others if you prefer.
For the broth, I use a mixture of red wine and homemade beef bone broth to add depth to the flavor.
After most of the ingredients are cooked, which I do in a Dutch oven, I make a roux with flour and water to thicken the sauce.
Or you can use cornstarch if you prefer.
As for seasonings, I use garlic, salt, black pepper, paprika, cayenne, onion powder, cumin, fennel, parsley, thyme, rosemary, oregano, and chives.
Again, it can be any spices you like. I have it on top of the stove to allow it to thicken and cook off the flour taste,” Mom explained.
“Well, it has my mouth watering. Can we set the table for you? Is there anything else I can do to help?” Saranya asked.
Her offer won my parents’ approval even more. It was a slight shuffle as we worked on the table, made sure drinks were replenished, and then the bread, butter, and stew were brought to the table. Then, we sat down and dove in.
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Saranya was asleep in the passenger seat.
I was driving us back to the compound. We spent the afternoon and into the evening with my parents.
They hit it off with her and vice versa.
More than once, one or the other of my folks caught me and whispered in my ear that I'd done a great job finding her.
How proud they were of me, and how much they liked Saranya.
The question of whether we were living together was posed to both of us.
I’d told them our plan. Then we explained the new clinic idea and my equestrian endeavor together.
They thought both were excellent ideas. After that came the question about marriage and children.
I had to tell them to slow down. I wasn’t trying to scare her off, and she’d run if those were to be sprung on her.
Saranya had giggled and nodded, but she didn’t appear upset or scared. The truth was, as soon as I got the property cut on her, which should be any day, the ring would quickly follow. As for babies, I was open whenever she gave me the green light.
I let her sleep during the ride back because I knew her sleep had been restless over the past few nights.
She was thinking of that goddamn letter.
Noting the compound’s gate was up ahead, I slowed and put on the blinker.
The entrance wasn’t manned, so I had to stop and enter the code to open it.
The cessation of movement woke her. Her yawn and stretch were adorable. I smiled at her.
“How did you sleep?”
“Solid. I feel good. Sorry that I conked out on you.”
“Don’t apologize. You needed the rest, and I got to watch you sleep. You look so sweet and innocent when you do. You know what it does to me, don’t you?” I asked as I eased into the compound and the gate began to close behind us. I drove past the clubhouse and around to our house.
“No, what?”
“How much I love dirtying you up and taking you from sweet to spicy,” I leered.
“I swear, Zander, you have sex on the brain. And I still can’t believe when you showed me around your parents’ place, you wanted to have sex in the hayloft. What if they came looking for us?” She ruined her chiding by smiling.
“Well, you know how it is. Cowboys have sex in the hay, the tack room, on a horse.”
“Whoa, on a horse? That I’d have to see. Have you done it? The others I know you have,” she mischievously said. I’d had her in the tack room, the hay loft, and a stall in my stable.
“No to the horse, but I have a recurring fantasy that you go for a ride with me, and we end up doing a different ride on the back of Whiskey. Christ, I’m getting hard just imagining it,” I groaned.
“Ah, my poor baby, getting all hot and bothered. I might be able to help you with that,” she purred.
Her tone had my cock stiffening to a full erection by the time I pulled into the garage. As I shut off the engine, she undid her seatbelt. The next thing I knew, she scooted over, undid my seatbelt, and then her hand was rubbing the lump in my pants.
“Anya, you’re asking for it,” I warned.
“Damn right I am. What kind of old lady would I be if I didn’t help my man get relief?”
I jerked in surprise when her hand went to my belt and started unbuckling it.
Christ, was she going to give me a hand job, suck my cock, or ride me?
Any was a fuck yeah, for me. It took her no time to have my pants undone and pushed to my thighs.
I helped her with that last bit by lifting my ass. My cock was standing tall for her.
Saranya tortured me first by running her fingers all over my shaft and balls, but avoiding the ultra-sensitive head.
It was weeping precum like crazy. When she finally gripped the base and stroked a few times, a groan came out.
She had a way of twisting her wrist, altering the intensity of her grip, and then the way she played with my balls, which drove me wild.
After three or so minutes of her stroking me, I was so close to taking over and demanding she open her mouth and suck my cock.
“Zander, I want your hand in my hair. Make me take it. Use me to get your relief,” she whispered.
Even in the mostly dark car, I could see the desire on her face. The idea of controlling her that way made my cock jerk and my balls tighten. But I’d never done that to her. What if she hated it?
“Babe, God, I’d love to do that, but that gives you nothing. I want you to enjoy what we do. Are you sure you want me to fuck your face? That’s what you’re asking me to do. To take all control away from you and force you to take it,” I cautioned her.
“I know it is. And the thought of it is so hot. And you’re wrong. I will get something out of it. Knowing I’ve helped you get off brings me joy. The taste of you I love. Please, fuck my face. Use my hair to control me. Make me feel it,” she panted.
I’d discovered my woman liked a bite to her sex. She wasn’t what I’d call a pain slut. She didn’t have to have it to orgasm. But the spanking, hair pulling, and the biting I’d done so far, she’d adored it. I wasn’t opposed to giving it to her, as long as she agreed.
“Okay, we’ll try it, but if it’s too much or you dislike it, I want you to tap me three times on my thigh. That’ll be the signal to stop. Agree?”
“Agree. Oh God, I need your cock in my mouth, Zander. Feed it to me,” she whined.
That was another thing with her. When she pleaded in any way, it was hotter than fuck to me. Women in the past had done it, but it hadn’t fazed me.
She was lightly stroking my shaft, but that was all.
I reached up and removed the band holding her hair in a ponytail.
I needed to feel it on my bare flesh and to grip where I wanted freely.
I wrapped the length around my fist until my hand was against her scalp.
Taking a deep breath as she nodded, I pushed her head toward my cock.
I moaned as her hot mouth engulfed the head of my dripping cock.
I paused my push to allow her to swirl her tongue around the head, flick my piercing, and gather the precum that had oozed out.
Her hum of contentment told me, as usual, she liked what she was doing and tasting.
Saranya told me more than once how much she enjoyed the taste of my spunk.
I was glad because I loved the taste of her honey.
I gave her maybe a minute to play before I demanded, “Let go of my shaft. No hands unless I say so. Put them behind your back and keep them there. If you don’t, you’ll disappoint me. You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?” I asked. She shook her head, and a muffled no came out.
“Good girl. Here goes. Remember three taps on my thigh if you want me to stop,” I reminded her, then I went for it.
I pushed steadily, barely giving her time to work her tongue on the sides of my shaft as I lowered her head. When the tip touched the back of her throat, and she gagged, I paused for two seconds. When she didn’t tap, I gave her my next order.
“Take a deep breath and try to swallow.”
In went the air, then I pushed her head down harder, bypassing the back of her throat.
It slipped further down toward her actual trachea.
She gagged harder and squirmed, but she swallowed again and again.
The constriction was heaven, causing me to throw back my head and groan.
As amazing as it felt, I did retain enough sense to pull her up, so she could breathe.
“Are you alright?”
She nodded.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, praying she wouldn’t say yes.
A vigorous shake was her answer.
“Then let’s do it again, and it’ll be faster and longer. I want you to make me come in your pretty little mouth. I want my cum to fill you up,” I growled.
Her moan was my answer. I went for it. I fucked her face.
I used her hair to tug and bite at her scalp as well as to guide her.
She would swallow for me. And that wasn’t all.
Saranya’s teeth and tongue kept teasing me.
I don’t know how long we’d been at it before I felt the tightening and tingling moving from my lower back around to my balls. I was close.
“Look at me. I’m close,” I said raggedly.
When she did, tears ran down her face, but the look of absolute love and worship told me the tears weren’t a bad thing.
And it was enough to get me there. Shoving her back down until my piercing and my cock’s head lodged in the top of her throat, she tongued my shaft.
The constriction was too much. I shouted as my hips lifted, driving my cock even deeper, and then I spilled my cum.
I pumped her full of load after load. And Saranya greedily swallowed it.
I stayed there basking in the glory of it until she began to struggle.
Recalling her need to have air, I gently lifted her. My hand loosened in her long locks.
But my woman wasn’t done with me despite giving me the best head of my life. She lapped at every inch of my cock until she was sure she had removed any remnant of my seed. Her final move was to swirl the head, flick the piercing, and then kiss the tip.
I lightly gripped her hair again and the front of her throat so I could raise her mouth to mine.
I growled as I devoured her lips, sweeping my tongue inside to play with hers.
I tasted the echo of my cum, but I ignored it.
It was a new experience for me. Kissing a woman after she gets me off with her mouth had been a no-no. With my woman, I didn’t mind.
It was with great reluctance that I parted our mouths. She was breathing heavily. I tenderly rubbed the outside of her throat and her scalp.
“Anya, babe, are you alright? Was that too much? I need to get you inside. I want you to drink something.” As the brain fog began to clear, I was concerned I’d gone too far for the first time.
“I’m fine,” was her raspy reply.
Feeling a greater sense of urgency after hearing her hoarseness, I opened my door and stepped out. I hiked up my jeans and tossed my cut over my arm, then eased her out my side. She was wobbly when she stood. I picked her up in my arms and nudged the door closed with my knee.
“Zander, put me down. I’m not hurt,” she protested, still hoarsely.
“The hell you’re not. Listen to your voice. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Getting us into the house, I hung up my hat and cut, but left my boots on. I took her to the kitchen and sat her on the counter by the sink. I got her a glass of water. She drank it down thirstily. I saw the slight wince she made as she swallowed.
“Son of a bitch. I’m calling Wolverine,” I muttered.
“Why?”
“So he can check your throat to make sure I didn’t damage anything.”
“No, don’t you dare! Zander, I’m fine. A bit sore, but the hoarseness is improving. I’m okay. Don’t ruin this. That was amazing and so goddamn hot. I’ve always wanted to do that. Thank you.”
Her voice sounded better. I stared at her, stunned.
“You’re thanking me? For cramming my cock down your throat and forcing you to make me come?”
“You didn’t force me to do anything. I permitted you to do that. And it wasn’t brutal like you make it sound. I loved it. I thought you did too.” She sounded uncertain now.
“Anya, it was incredible for me. I’ve never had an orgasm from a blowjob like that. But I used you like a slut. You’re not one. You’re my beloved, my wildling. I don’t want to hurt you or make you do anything that disgusts or degrades you.”
“You didn’t. But if you’re determined to make up for it, I have a way you can.”
“How?”
A slow, sexy smile appeared on her lips as she tantalized me. “You can take me to bed and give me a few orgasms. Having you eat my pussy then fuck me with that dangerous cock of yours sounds like a more-than-fair apology.”
My apprehension eased more as I smirked. “Oh, it will? Then I should get to compensating you. Your wish is my command.”
Her giggle was loud as I swept her off the counter, tossed her over my shoulder, and headed to our bedroom. Every day, she showed me more and more why she was the perfect match for me. And it wasn’t all about the super-hot sex we had. There was so much more to it.