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It’s time for revolution in California, and pioneer Milo Stephens is the man to lead the republic into a new dawn.
Tallulah Crabtree knew she could hide in this remote frontier. She has no intention of repeating a marriage to an abusive philanderer. But when rebel leader Milo bumps into her at her Blue Wing Inn, her passion for him opens up old wounds.
Milo has only consorted with men since the death of his wife and child. He thinks he’s just toying idly with Corporal Reynaldo Vargas to pass the time. But Tallulah and Reynaldo have plans for the dangerously hot Milo. The man they both love is about to set a torch to the old rule. But to love again requires trust and submission, and the domineering Milo stubbornly refuses to play the role of the obedient servant.
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STORY EXCERPT
Surprising
herself, her hand reached out to grab a leftover tortilla that had been
stuffed with salmon her cook had baked earlier the day before. She
flung this instead of the butter, salmon being plentiful. It smacked
against one of the mirrors behind the bar, exploding into a hundred
bright orange pieces.
It didn’t make her feel any better, though, and she tipped the aguardiente bottle
into her mouth once more. She choked and the spicy brandy went into her
nostrils when someone who had apparently been lying down behind the bar
suddenly stood up. He brushed himself off and said with amusement, “I
hope I’m never on the receiving end of your vitriolic bile. Although I
daresay that fellow deserved it, what with sticking his miniscule penis
into every pox-riddled hooker in California.”
Setting down the bottle, Tallulah wiped her nose off with the back of her hand. “How dare you?” she sputtered. “You were hiding behind the bar this entire time, listening to my private conversations?”
“My dear spitfire,” the fellow said calmly, “I could hardly have avoided
your private conversations. I think everyone attempting to sleep under
the roof of the Blue Wing Inn was privy to your private conversations.”
Tallulah snorted heatedly, swiping at a glass in which to pour the aguardiente. “Who are you? Hiding behind my bar? What did you do, fall asleep back there from drinking too much forty-rod?”
“Schiedam,” the jackass corrected her, coming forward.
Now
that she really looked at him, she saw that he was annoyingly handsome.
Even with a piece of baked salmon clinging to the locks of his long
pigtail, he had an air of authority and superiority, and the iciest
arctic blue eyes she had ever seen. “Right. You were the one who kept
ordering schiedam. A very strong Dutch liquor. Only men who intend on getting roostered order that.”
“Well,” he admitted, “that was
the intention. There’s not much reason here in this heartless
hinterland to remain sober, now, is there? Nothing but an endless parade
of bad news and tragedy.”
Tallulah
had to agree with that. “Yes. I was so ignorant to imagine that because
women are scarce out here I could manage to find the one man capable of
faithfulness.” She sipped the liquor and exhaled acrid anger. “Bastard!”
“Men will be unfaithful no matter how beautiful, loving, and attentive their woman is.”
“All men?”
“Well…”
The fellow paused, thoughtfully staring at the filthy floor. Lamplight
flickered in his icy eyes, warming them. He was dressed in the manner of
many of these backwoodsmen. Fringed shirt, a filthy rag as a turban
around his head, a brace of pistols bouncing at his hips. His accent was
floridly European, his hawk’s nose giving him an exotic air. Tallulah
could tell from his form that under his leather shirt was an athletic,
muscular chest. “Perhaps not all men. But almost all. Just about all, I’d venture to say.”
Tallulah
steeled herself to loathe this man all over again. She snorted. “And I
presume you’re one of the majority of cheating men.”
Again, he looked thoughtful. “I wouldn’t really know. I haven’t been with a woman in five years.”
Tallulah
was shocked out of her anger. That this man—quite beautiful,
really—hadn’t been with a woman in five years could only mean one thing.
He was a bumfucker, an aficionado of other men. That was a pity,
although if he was one of those obsessed cheaters, perhaps it wasn’t
such a loss. Tallulah saw all manner of those ganymedes out here in the
lonely wastes of California. Some men wanted to avoid the pox-riddled
dirt of the hog ranch. For some men, it was just handier to reach for
the nearest cock. Men were lazy swine, after all. They accepted the
nearest receptacle they could stick their johnsons into. But the few men
who would turn down a willing woman, who were dead set upon the Greek
life, were usually androgynous and liked to wear women’s drawers. This
vigorous and stunning man hardly seemed the sort to put on earrings and
prance about in petticoats. He might be a promiscuous toad, but Tallulah
couldn’t imagine him drinking tea with his pinkie finger extended.
“You don’t seem very…very botanical to me. You seem like an ordinary backwoodsman. You’re one of those hotheaded Osos, aren’t you?”
“The
Bears, yes. We intend to proclaim California an independent republic.
Most Spaniards I know will be satisfied and pleased with that.”
“I
believe you,” said Tallulah. “Most Spaniards don’t feel any great
loyalty to the government in Mexico City. Now get out from behind my
bar. I’m the one who’s supposed to be behind there.”
They
switched places. Tallulah was appalled to find herself ogling his
superbly rounded butt as they passed by each other at the end of the
bar. Cradled between the leather leggings, the curvaceous globes swayed
impudently, and her mind went nearly blank with admiration. Then it
occurred to her. What am I doing? I just tossed
over one chiseling jackass because he dipped his wick with other women.
Already I’m ogling the beautifully molded ass of a confessed bumfucker?
Tallulah, get your brain out of the back alley. He doesn’t want you.
He’ll never want you.
“Tillie, is it?” the fellow asked saucily. “I do hope you weren’t terribly dead set on that cheating guy.”
Well,
one thing could be said for ganymedes. A girl could certainly talk to
them and feel relaxed and comfortable. But when this fellow angled his
hip against the bar and crossed his ankles as he leaned, the delicious
bulge of a slug-like cock was revealed, nestled in his crotch. Out here
men just wore thin pantaloons under their leggings, and even in the dim
lamplight Tallulah could see the outline of his prick’s crown. She
struggled to avert her eyes, and poured more aguardiente for both
of them. “Not terribly. But he was the most dashing fellow among this
crowd of ruffians and loafers. You’ve been in California long? Then you
know that Californio men are so lazy all they want to do is drink,
gamble, and lasso animals. Sam was a step above that. He ran a good
cattle operation. I did admire him.”
“I
run a good farming operation up the Sacramento River.” Tallulah had no
idea why this man would be trying to impress her. What was the point?
“Acres of citrus trees, several thousand head of longhorn. There’s no
time to be lazy. But I know what you mean. I employ Diggers to labor for
me.”
“And what is your name? Might I have heard of your farm?”
“Ah,”
he said and held out his hand for Tallulah to grasp. “I’m sorry. Milo
Stephens. You may have gotten some grapefruits or oranges from my farm,
Virgin Groves.”
Tallulah even smiled, amused. “Virgin? My. It’s been years since I’ve been able to say that.”
ADULT EXCERPT
Milo
said lewdly, “You haven’t done a very good job soothing poor Reynaldo.
He’s a big man. He has big needs.” He smacked her ass again, the greasy
crack resounding in the tiled room. She gasped and jumped but made no
move to squirm away. Milo wrapped his fingers around Tallulah’s wrist
and guided it to Reynaldo’s pulsating dick. “Feel this big cock?
Reynaldo is a virile buck. A deviant buck, just bursting with seed.
Isn’t he stunningly handsome? It’s your duty to pleasure him.” Smack. “You’re just a submissive chambermaid, and this soldier’s needs are big.” Smack.
Every
time Milo would spank her bare rump, Tallulah would jump and gasp, but
never did she recoil. Now she squirmed in pretend protest, probably
knowing that wagging her ass like that only made it a more attractive
target. She whined, “Oh, no! However will I satisfy such an enormous
penis?” Her false innocence was betrayed by the fact that she was
expertly frigging Reynaldo’s hefty prick, even corkscrewing her fist
around it as though churning butter.
When
Milo spanked her rump and allowed his fingertips to stray over her
vulva, he wasn’t surprised to find she was slick with her own juice.
Tallulah was a lusty wench, just made to be fucked. She didn’t need that
jackass husband who had boned every broken-down slut on the prairie,
every squaw who hadn’t bathed in weeks. Marrying him had obviously been a
youthful mistake, perhaps arranged by her parents. No, Tallulah
Crabtree was a spectacular spitfire of a woman who deserved not one but
two faithful men who were constantly attentive to her—to ensure it was she who didn’t stray.
He
slithered his fingers against her spongy outer lips, only briefly
tantalizing her by tickling the length of her clitoris with his index
finger. “Oh!” she cried in a strangled tone, but Milo withdrew
his fingers to slap her haunch again. He had different plans for this
sloe-eyed siren.
“You
ask however will you please Corporal Vargas? Vargas, sit on that
stool.” Just roughly enough to take Tallulah by surprise, he shoved her
between the shoulder blades. She stumbled to her knees, breaking her
fall by slapping one palm against the tiles, the other against
Reynaldo’s leather-clad thigh. Milo kneeled behind her. Yanking down her
camisa to allow her full breasts to bob freely, he cupped them
in his greasy paws, taking great pleasure in squeezing them so the erect
nipples popped from between his fingers.
He
humped her from behind, his pulsing erection sliding the length of her
slippery muff. Because she arched her back submissively, it would have
been easy to penetrate her fully. But Milo wanted to tease her, so he
allowed his cockhead to nudge only a half-inch inside the hot, slick
canal, withdrawing it again to hump her labia without penetration.
And, if the truth was known, he wanted to wait. Although he freely acknowledged he was a brutal pendejo, he wished to handle this sensitive, injured woman in a delicate manner.
Milo
reached around and encircled Reynaldo’s penis in his fist. He could
feel the vein throb as he rubbed his thumb there, and wished he could
spear it down his throat himself. He murmured in Tallulah’s ear. “How do
you think you can please the corporal, my sweet?” He held her
jaw between his fingers and spoke against her mouth. “You have a very
pleasing…full…big mouth.”
A
slow smile spread over the vixen’s face, but she still squiggled her
hips, trying to capture Milo’s prick between her thighs. “Oh, my,” she
said innocently. “Do you think I can take such a big member into my
mouth?”
“We
shall see,” Milo seethed, “won’t we?” And he shoved her again between
the shoulder blades so she had no choice but to gulp Reynaldo’s long fat
prick down her throat.
Reynaldo
groaned, and the woman initially gulped and snuffled, probably
surprised by the length and the cockhead jammed up against her tonsils.
But Milo held the back of her skull in his palm, urging her to relax her
muscles around the heft of Reynaldo’s prick, and soon she breathed
normally, even eagerly gulped.
In
fact, a twinge of jealousy fluttered in Milo’s stomach when Tallulah
grabbed ahold of Reynaldo’s hips, putting her all into her sucking.
Pleasant memories of being in Reynaldo’s position—was that only
yesterday?—in the barracks with his cock lodged down Tallulah’s throat
flooded back to him. Recalling how talented she was with her tongue
describing exotic patterns against his cock while expertly suctioning
him, Milo knew Reynaldo wouldn’t last long.
“Hey,” Milo barked, to get her attention. She didn’t miss a beat in her cocksucking. “Hey. Hey! You don’t need to be so…so enthusiastic about it.” He spanked her ass again for different reasons now.
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