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CHAPTER ONE: THE BEGINNING
The first time you see him in the brothel, you call dibs; your eyes fixed on the way his throat moves when he swallows his drink. The madam replies that you are too sweet for him – he needs experienced girls.
“He’s more generous than you’ll ever meet when it comes to money, but his appetite and size are also generous.”, she says, giving you a lewd smirk. “I’m not sure you’re ready.”
A skeptical look on your face, your eyes follow his loose, slightly bowlegged gait up the stairs and into a room. Somewhat intimidated by her answer, but mostly intrigued, you decide to ask the other girls about him later.
The next time he comes into town, he hears that you have been asking for him. Eyebrow raised in a question; he inquires if you’ll be able to handle him. His dark eyes study you from across the bar, watching as you chat with another girl; your face breaking into a smile at something she says.
“All the men love how sweet she is.”, the madam replies, looking at you appraisingly. “I think you might like her.”
Keeping his eyes on you, he nods his head in approval before going back to his food.
Slightly nervous as you are led upstairs, your stomach is tight with a mixture of excitement and anticipation as you listen closely to the madam explain how he likes things. Always two girls, always a bath first, always the whole night and the next day. You and Gracie, the friend you were chatting with, exchange looks. Most men only get an hour – he must really be generous if he gets the whole night.
“The next day isn’t for him”, the madam tells you, beckoning someone through the door with the tub. “It’s for you, so you can rest.” Her eyes briefly settle on the two of you, her face serious. “You’ll need it.” Seeing to it that the tub is to be filled with alternating buckets of boiling and cool water, she rushes out of the room to get back downstairs.
Your first time together is interrupted by a commotion in the next room – shouting; the sharp cry of a frightened woman. Fresh out of the bath with skin still damp, Din thrusts his legs into his pants and grabs his pistol, whipping the door open and barging into the next room. Chest flushed and heaving, his hair a wild mess; his eyes and hands are steady as he points his gun square at the man.
“I’m going to need you to get your things and get the fuck out.”
Glowering back at Din but deciding that he didn’t want to take his chances against someone pointing a gun at him, the man in the room quickly gathers his things before striding out. Lowering his pistol, Din reaches towards the girl, touching her thigh as she draws back further into the corner between the bed and the wall.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly, his eyes searching hers.
Nodding her head yes, he looks at her for another moment before leaving her. Heading straight over to the railing, his fist clutching at his pants to hold them up, he leans his head over and hollers, “Someone bring this girl a drink!” Pausing for a moment to make sure someone heard him, he stalks back to his room, adding, “And give her the night off – I’ll pay for it!” before kicking his door shut with his foot.
Agitated at being interrupted and also from the confrontation, he is rougher than usual – his hands gripping and pinching your thighs as he spreads you, his mouth sucking the soft skin of your neck and biting down hard before running his tongue over it. His body unsettled and restless, you work to absorb that energy into you, meeting it with your own soothing coos and soft, pliable body; letting him have you as many times as he needed before eventually calming down. Impressed with how sweet you truly were against his rougher nature and how well you took his demands, he made a silent note to speak to the madam about you; requesting that you always be made available to him in the future.
You’ve gotten to know him better since that first night; visiting the inn every couple of weeks, he only asks for you and Gracie now. Going so far as to make it known that you are “his girl”, he will even come and get you if you are with another patron, including showing up one night right as you walked another man upstairs. Leading him into the room, you had the man sit on the edge of the mattress and dropping a pillow on the floor between his feet, you knelt between his spread thighs. Working his belt open, you startled at the door kicking open behind you, your patron protesting with a shout when Din strode in. Looking at the man with a challenging gaze, he bent down to gently grasp your elbow, pulling you up off the floor.
“You’re gonna have to find yourself another girl; this one here is mine.”
His grip still on your elbow, he pulled you towards the door as you looked back at the man and then up at Din, a slow smile spreading on your face as he led you to his room.
On this night, word gets to the brothel quickly that Din is in town. A bounty hunter by profession, his first stop is the sheriff’s office: the settling of his quarries, the payment of services, the collection of flyers and other useful pieces of information. The time there always seeming to drag, he is impatient to see you and his replies eventually become one-word responses until the sheriff finally lets him go. Heading directly to the inn and seating himself at the bar, you watch as he orders his usual – whisky and a hot plate of whatever is available – and makes small talk with the barkeep; his hands pushing through his thick brown hair, scratching lightly at his scalp as he listens. Knowing you have some time before he’ll be done, you get yourself ready, asking someone to go get Gracie and requesting that the tub be brought to your room for filling. When he gets up to the room, you are already in it, cheeks pink with heat and Gracie perched on the side, soap and rag in hand.
Savoring your touch after weeks spent alone, he likes you to take a bath with him until the water gets cold - his heavy weight leaning between your thighs, his broad back pressed into your front. Wrapping your slippery legs around his waist, you coax his head back to wash his hair; your nails dragging on his scalp as you work out the oil and dirt of a couple of weeks in the saddle. This is his favorite part, the way you massage his scalp and neck; you can tell from the deep groan of contentment that he lets out as he relaxes into your body and squeezes your legs under the water, running his palms up and down the length of your shins.
When Gracie leans over with sudsy hands to wash his chest, he pulls her face down to his and kisses her, full and deep. Watching his tongue dart out into her open mouth before pressing his lips to hers, you can tell from the way he is shifting in the water that he is getting impatient for this bath to be done. With a full belly and a clean body, his hunger for the next part of the night shows.
Once out of the tub and dried off by Gracie, he pulls you to him, his arms wrapping around your torso. “It’s been too long, girl.” His nose sliding up the side of your neck, his hand traveling down your back and over your hip; his thick fingers press into you and you arch into his touch. “I’ve been dreaming of that cunt of yours.” His other hand roughly grabbing the plump flesh of your ass, he leans his mouth down to your ear and murmurs, “Let me taste it.”
Positioning you on the mattress on all fours, he stands behind you and watches as you plant your knees wider on the bed; Gracie climbing up next to you, laying back against the pillows to watch. Spreading you with his hands, you feel the rough calloused skin of his thumb push into you, sliding down from your entrance to your clit and you feel his hot breath ghost across the back of your thighs as he leans closer. Replacing his thumb with his tongue, you drop your head down between your shoulders with a shaky exhale when you feel the first lick – the flat of his tongue running up the length of your cunt, his bottom lip dragging against you. Spreading you open further, he repeats the same wide, wet lick and you feel a deep contented groan vibrate against you as he slides his nose into your cunt to open it further for his mouth. Moaning into the bedding when he pushes his tongue into you, you hear a soft sound come from Gracie and look over at her just in time to see her slip her hands between her thighs; her eyes fluttering shut.
Using his tongue to draw your arousal out, you feel how soaked you are when he pulls back and grips your hip to slide the heavy, blunt tip of his cock through your folds; pressing it against your clit before gliding it smoothly up to your entrance. Creeping his hand up your back and into your hair, he grabs a fistful of the thick locks and tugs on them; pulling your head up and back as he sinks into you. Squirming to adjust to how full he feels inside of you, you arch your back to give him deeper access and his grip tightens in your hair, the sharp pull on your scalp slightly painful as he pulls slowly out before pushing back in.
Going slow at first to make sure that you are completely ready for him, he eventually lets go of your hair and presses down between your shoulder blades to push you further into the mattress as his strokes increase in pace; his hips sharp against your ass as his weight forces your legs open wider. He knows just how you like it by now, deep like this, and he smiles at the restless way your hands fist at the sheets, your muffled groans filling the room. His fingers curling around your hips, he focuses on the way you are squeezing him, your soft skin under his hands, the soft, hoarse sounds you make when he fucks you and he closes his eyes for a moment before turning his gaze to Gracie. Watching her fingers disappear into her soaked cunt, his lust blown eyes are fixated on how her fingers glisten with arousal and he reaches to roughly pull her thigh toward him, opening her legs wider.
“Go ahead and spread those legs for me, Gracie.” His words clipped between heavy pants as he continues to thrust into you. “I wanna see you get that cunt nice and wet – you’re next.”
Even though he can see it with his own eyes, he dips his hand down to feel how wet she is, his fingers joining hers and she inhales sharply as he slides two fingers against her clit in time with the flexing of her hips. Watching her face for a moment before moving his hand away, he pulls you up and back against his chest with a grunt, his forearm locked tight around your front, the muscle taut under your hand as you hold onto him and he drags the fingers that were just in Gracie over your lips; his thick digits slick against your mouth. You open up, sucking his finger in and gliding your tongue over the rough pad of it before biting down, dragging your teeth over the skin.
You feel the stutter of his hips as he damn near comes at that, the boldness of the action in contrast with your usual sweetness, but he catches himself in time. Moving his damp hand away from your mouth, he brings it down to your folds, spreading them to reach your clit. Rubbing it in tight circles while he fucks up into you, your head lolls against his shoulder and he watches the way your mouth goes slack; your eyes shut tight, a tiny frown in your brow. When you open them, they are unfocused, unable to concentrate on anything but the way he feels heavy inside of you, the warm ache in your belly spreading through your hips and down as you are about to come.
Pinching your chin with his damp fingers, he tilts your face towards Gracie, making sure she can see it before he speaks to her.
“I’m gonna fuck you dumb, like your friend here.” Watching his thrusts getting harsher and deeper, she looks at your face and presses another finger inside herself, flexing her hips up to meet her hand with a moan as he continues talking. “Look at her; she can’t even think about anything but my cock buried deep.”
Turning his attention back to you, his voice is low in your ear when he taunts, “Isn’t that right, girl? Go ahead – tell your friend how I feel inside of you.” A sharp whine crawls out of your throat as he presses and holds your clit, roughly gliding his fingers over it frantically as he shoves himself into you. “Tell her the reason I pay for you to rest the next day is because you can’t sit down without thinking of this fat cock buried so deep within you—”
Pulling up sharp and fast, you come around him with a cry, spurred on by the filth pouring out of his mouth. Still unable to articulate any words, you clench down on him and a soft moan slips out with every exhale, your nails digging into his forearm and thigh as you ride it out; his strokes still deep within you but slowing down in pace. Pulling away with a whimper when it gets to be too much, you sag forward and he lays you down gently on the bed, brushing your hair back from your face, kissing you sweetly on the mouth. “You did so good for me girl; so good. Now lay down – it’s your friends turn.”
Leaving you, you feel a dip in the mattress when he immediately crawls over to Gracie. Knocking her hand away from her soaked folds and keeping her legs spread wide, he kneels between them, his hand circling his length and lining up with her cunt. Dropping his weight onto his forearm, he slides into her in one stroke; one hand fisted into the bedding over her head and the other grabbing roughly at her breast, the flesh of it spilling out between his fingers.
Pressing his mouth against her neck, his tongue sweeping over the skin, you watch as he buries himself into her over and over, the firm muscles of his back flexing with effort. You both know what she sounds like when she is close; her skin flushed with pink and the most delicate needy whimpers coming from her throat, you watch her hands settle on his ass, pulling him into her as her hips grind up into him and you see her body begin to tense against his. Reaching for her wrist and pinning it into the mattress above her head, he presses his weight into it and looks over at you.
“How are you doing over there, girl?”
Gracie moans loudly at a particularly rough thrust and he turns back to her, clamping his hand tight over her mouth while continuing to push into her. Her eyes widen above his broad hand before rolling back, her brow bunched when they slide shut. Pressing a kiss over the top of his hand where her lips would be, he shushes her. “Shhh; I’m trying to talk to your friend here.”
Turning his attention back to you, his request is punctuated with a soft grunt when he asks, “Think you can get me a hot rag, girl?” His thrusts getting sharper and deeper, his voice is strained and his breathing ragged when he continues. “I’m about to make a real mess of your friends’ cunt; I wanna have something handy to catch anything I don’t catch with my tongue.”
At this, Gracie comes – her legs squeezing tight around his waist, her whines still muffled by his palm as her body arches underneath him. Digging her fingers into his sweat slicked lower back, he holds himself inside of her as he feels her cunt contract around him, a fresh release of arousal coating his cock and he stills for a moment before resuming a slow slide into her as she comes down from her peak. Her limp body sagging into the mattress, he wraps her arm around his neck and nuzzles his nose into the damp skin at her temple before slowly resuming his pace and asking you again to go get a rag.
Your limbs still shaky from earlier, he watches as you slowly sit up and slide to the edge of the mattress, but it’s too late; he’s too close. Pulling out of Gracie and quickly climbing up over her body, he pinches her cheeks together until her mouth opens up and he shoves his cock between her lips, coming with a loud groan as soon as he feels her tongue slide against the head. Flexing his hips forward, he presses himself in deeper as he spurts into her mouth and you watch Gracie’s eyes look up at him as she swallows him down; her hands sliding up behind him to hold onto his hips as her tongue swirls around him until he is too sensitive and he sharply pulls away and slides out of her mouth.
Climbing up between the two of you and drawing your bodies close, he always sleeps like the dead after he is done with his first round. So different than the restless sleep he gets while camping out, he likes to be nestled between your warm bodies, holding you tightly to his front as Gracie wraps around his back. The first time he was with you and fell asleep like this, you fell asleep just as quickly; exhausted from all he demanded from you. Now with each visit, you will yourself to stay awake a little longer; your fingers delicately tracing his as he clutches you in his sleep. Thinking about how nice it is to have him holding you close, his soft, deep exhales gusting through your hair as his face is pressed into the strands, you eventually drift off to sleep with a small smile at the thought of him calling you “his girl”.
In the small hours of the morning, Gracie softly snoring next to him, you’re asleep on your stomach when you feel his heavy weight press you into the mattress as he climbs on top of you, his warm chest against your cool back. Sliding his hand up the back of your thigh, he pushes your leg to the side and settles himself between your legs. His hand is soft and slow as he strokes over your seam, gently parting you and dipping his fingers inside. Bringing the digits to his mouth, he coats them thoroughly with his saliva before bringing them back down to your cunt, easing them into you. Arching into his touch, you are half awake as you feel him push his fingers into you, slightly curling them inside before pulling them out; repeating the action over and over while you feel the soft tickle of his hair between your shoulder blades; the warm press of his mouth against your skin. When he is satisfied that you are ready for him, he pulls his fingers out and rubs your slick onto the head of his cock before lining up and pressing into you. Your mouth against the pillow, a soft groan works its way out at the stretch of him. Coupled with the weight of his body, his hot breath on the back of your neck, his lips delicately pressing into your skin, you feel overwhelmed and surrounded by him as he settles his mouth next to your ear to murmur his praise.
“You’re such a good girl.” His forehead sliding against the soft skin on your shoulder, inhaling the scent of your skin. “You always take me so well, girl; you make me feel so good.”
Pushing against the mattress, you turn around and wrap your legs around his hips, flexing up to meet his slow thrusts. Grabbing his ass and pulling him deeper inside of you, you kiss him - a touch of your lips at first, but when his tongue glides against your bottom lip, you open your mouth wide to let him inside. Slanting his mouth over yours, he presses his tongue into yours with the rhythm of his thrusts and you swallow each other’s soft moans before he pulls back, whispering to you that when he comes back in a month, he is going to settle down in this town; build a house and take you home with him, keep you all to himself.
You laugh lowly, your head tipped back into the pillow as he runs the tip of his nose against your throat.
“They all say that.”
You feel him smile against your skin. “Yeah; you’re right.”
Pushing into you harder, he holds your shoulder as leverage to hit that deep spot inside and with each heavy thrust, he makes you repeat his words back to him, each statement sounding needier than the last: you tell him that no one fucks you like he does, that you aren’t going to be able to sit down tomorrow, that you can’t think about anything else when he is deep inside of you and lastly, that you’re his girl; only his girl.
When you both come, he rests his head on your chest for a while, listening to the rapid thrumming of your heart as you stroke his soft hair away from his temple. Rising to get dressed in the hazy light of dawn, you watch as he searches for his clothes, his belt, his boots. Your eyes sliding shut, you feel him press a gentle kiss to your lips before slipping out of the room, shutting the door with a soft click as you roll over into Gracie’s warm heat and go back to sleep.