2 comments/ 26739 views/ 15 favorites The Cowboy's Wife By: LMFranklin20 Country Knights and China Ladies Leeann Franklin Fen was everything to Braxton. Everything and he could never tell her that enough. He brushed back a lock of short, black hair and leaned down, kissing her cheek before shifting slightly to kiss the corner of her mouth. Fen looked gorgeous, just how she was right now. Hair messed from sleep, lips slightly parted as she breathed evenly, dark lashes gracing creamy skin and curled up around one of his feather pillows. Braxton kneeled by the edge of the bed to watch her, his gaze tracing over the curve of her cheek and the slender column of her neck. The curve of her waist to her hip fascinated him and his fingers caressed her lightly, drawing a small sound from her and he pulled back carefully, eventually standing and pulling his shirt on over his head. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing some as he watched her. He tipped his hat onto his head and stepped out of their bedroom, closing the door softly to keep from waking her. The sun was just rising, bathing his land in a golden fire. Horses galloped and stomped in their field, occasionally calling to the 300 or so cattle in the pasture over. He watched as the big black bull raised his head and snorted, taking in the crisp morning air and he smiled lightly. He was a king of the West with an Oriental bride and he couldn't be a happier man. His days consisted of checking on his animals and fields, making sure all was well before turning to teach a local class on saddle-riding. And then he'd check on the animals again, make sure they were all fed and groomed before he got to return to his new bride. He was giddy for the day to start and he made his rounds as quickly as he could, returning to the deck an hour or so later to find Fen awake and moving about. She smiled sweetly at him, her cheeks tinted pink as she moved around their kitchen in just one of his shirts. He should tell her not to do that. Any of the ranch-hands could come in and see her but at the moment, he was just taken with how beautiful she was. He leaned a shoulder against the doorframe as she cooked, watching her silently and watching how she blushed harder and harder, aware she was being stared at. She finally gave an exasperated laugh, turning to smile at him, "What are you doing? You're making me nervous." She had an accent but he loved it. He moved into the kitchen with her, closing the door behind himself and he saw her eyes widen just a fraction when he slid the deadbolt in place. Those pretty brown eyes flicked up to his face as he felt a grin stretch his mouth. She smiled in turn, lowering her lashes in a way that made the male in him roar. He moved surprisingly quick for a man his size, catching her by the waist as she squealed and tried to run away, lifting her into the air and onto the counter. She gave a soft gasp as she smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling beautifully in the morning light, "Why're you trying to run darlin'?" She laughed at his Western accent, her fingers sliding up his arms to his shoulders, wrapping around his neck and pulling him towards her. He smiled as he touched his lips to her's and she pulled back briefly, "Because you are a scary man when you move like that." She was smiling benignly at him though, showing that she had no fear of him. He smiled down at her again and found his hands drifting from her waist, up. She made a small sound as his hands found her breasts and he hesitated before giving her a brief squeeze, marveling in how soft they were. They didn't quite fill his large hands but they were big for her size. He continued to massage them through the shirt as he leaned down, pressing another kiss to her mouth and rumbling with appreciation when he heard her let out a soft moan. The pad of his index finger rolled around one stiff nipple, through the fabric and it drew another low sound from her as she tilted her head back, allowing him access to her delicate neck. He gladly accepted, his slightly chapped lips working at her pulse before he slid his tongue up her neck to her earlobe, taking the sensitive appendage between his teeth before kissing the shell of her ear and chuckling darkly against her. He kneeled on the floor in front of her, almost as if he intended to worship her as he gently pulled her thighs apart. To his delight, she wasn't wearing panties under his shirt. He groaned loudly, pulling her forward so her butt was just on the edge of the counter, "Fen...coming out here dressed like this...this is yer fault." He said it softly against the inside of her thigh as he leaned forward, kissing the top of her mound before teasing at her folds with the tip of his tongue. She moaned and leaned her head back, thrusting her full breasts into the water. He watched silently as he traced up and then back down her folds, teasing around her clit, never directly going around it. She was writhing as she pushed his hat back so it tumbled to the floor and her fingers stroked through his hair, trying to encourage him as she bit her lip. She'd learned after the first few times not to hold back, otherwise she would be swiftly punished for not giving her all. She pushed her hips up towards him as his tongue fully covered her little cunt, drawing more sounds from her. He refused to go near her clit though, his eyes sparking mischief at her. "MR. STEELE?" They both jumped, her instinctively shoving his head closer to herself and she bit her lip harder when his mouth was forced to her clit. She squirmed silently as Braxton pulled away, practically snarling, "WHAT?" He stood up, grumbling as he adjusted his jeans, trying to find some extra room in them but was unsuccessful. She blushed some, a hand coming up to cover the tiny amused smile gracing her face as he grew grumpy. He glanced down at her and raised a brow as he bent to pick up his hat, setting it on his head again, "Oh you go ahead and giggle now missy. Just you wait 'til I get back." He shook his finger at her as he headed towards the door and she blushed more, quickly looking away but still grinning at his exasperation. His class had arrived while he'd been entertained with his new bride and he sighed some, wiping a hand over his face but still able to smell and taste Fen on his tongue. He groaned slightly, settling uncomfortably in the saddle as he stared down at the kids ranging from 10-18 and felt a guilty pang settle in his stomach. Here he was thinking about his sexy little wife and all these children were innocently unaware, throwing little barbs back and forth while they saddled their ponies. He spent a full three hours tutoring the children, the entire time his mind wondering back to the little amazement in his home. He wondered what she was doing and several times, his attention had to be called back to the children by a child squalling his name or yelling at another child. After the three or so hours were up, he hurried the children back to their parents, all of whom sent him knowing looks and rolled their eyes even while they smiled. He rested a hand on his belt buckle as he waved the kids off, watching their cars disappear into the distance and then bolted back to his ranch house, intent on finding Fen. He growled lowly, making his way around the house to try and find her and when he did, he marveled. She was in shorts and a tank top, working in the little garden he'd set up for her in a lonely corner of the house, out of view of the ranch hands and the cow pastures. One of his finest stallions was standing by the fence though and tiny little Fen was reaching out to pet his shoulder, her delicate fingers stroking through the coarse fur. The horse gave a grateful whinny and then spotted him and immediately came his way, shaking his mane and lowering his head with a snort. Braxton grinned as he met the horse at the fence, pushing his forehead against its forelock and then turning to Fen with a spark in his eyes. But she was already gone. He frowned slightly but then caught sight of her lithe form darting into the little garden and he grinned, taking off after her. He caught her right before she got in the door, sweeping her up in his arm and grinning down at her, "Now where are you goin'?" She laughed and pushed against him, her short black locks bouncing in her struggles as he pulled her up against himself. He leaned one hand against the wall of the house, effectively caging her as he smirked at her, "Where yah gonna go?" Her eyes danced over the situation and then she reached out, pinching one of his nipples hard. He yelped in surprise, dancing back before he noticed her ducking under his arm and grunted, swooping her back up and holding her in his arms, "Uh uh. Yer gonna have to work harder than that." He could take her up against the wall. Right here, right now. His gaze grew a touch darker at the thought and she blushed at the obvious look, "You are a cruel man Braxton, leaving me in such a state this morning..." He crooked a brow at her, "What kinda state is that?" She blushed harder, gulping some as her lips parted, "You know..." He shook his head slightly, "Don't think I do. Yer gonna have to explain it to me." Her expression turned into a scowl but it looked more like a pout and he grinned some, hiking her up higher on his body. At 6'8", he was far taller than most men and it was hard for them to find a position they both liked but he was strong enough to hold her like a child, which provided some comfort. She sighed some, shaking her head in defiance, "I refuse to explain to you." He hummed some, nodding slowly as he set her back down and caged her again, his expression turning hard, "Maybe I should just find out on my own." Her cheeks darkened as she nibbled at her lip but remained silent. He felt the corner of his mouth turn up as one of his hands found its way to her waist, pulling her a little closer, "What do you think of that Fen? Hmm?" She didn't answer, only spread her hands over his waist before her eyes flashed darkly at him from under her lashes. He rumbled with appreciation as his hand slid from her waist to under her shirt, stroking over her belly before he worked it into her shorts, sliding down to cup her covered mound. The panties she wore felt like cotton, a little bow on the low-slung piece and some lace for decoration. Simple, cute, and very much something Fen would wear. He smiled lightly as he massaged her mound, watching her eyelids flutter shut and her lips part. His fingers danced over her nethers before he slid two up against her already moist slit, letting out a low, deep-chested hum, "Feels like yer having all sorts of fun there darlin'." She was wet, enough that he could feel it through the cotton. His own jeans were uncomfortably tight and he shifted slightly, trying to ease the pressure to no avail. He gave a soft sound when he felt her little hand massaging him through his jeans and glanced down at her. She was red as a tomato but gorgeous with her shy little touches. He wanted to tell her to undo his jeans but he kept silent, letting her take her time as he pushed her panties out of his way and touched her bare slit. She let out a soft sound, her lips parting in a little "o" that he wanted to kiss but he couldn't reach her, their respective heights too great a distance to manage it like this. He groaned when she tried to squeeze him through his jeans, his brows knitting together as he found her little clit and once more danced around it. Impatience rode him though, still very much eager from their early morning play and he slid his fingers back, teasing at her entrance. Her legs shuddered and he had to grab her around the waist, pulling her forward onto his finger. She gave a soft cry, her hands now gripping at his arms and he pulled her closer as he sank into the soft grass, "Fuck, yer tight..." He didn't understand how she could be so tight around one finger again when they'd just had sex the night before. But there she was, wrapped snug and hot and wet around his finger. He kept her tucked up between his legs as he started to move his finger and out of her, "Like this?" She nodded, now clinging to the front of his shirt and keeping herself slightly lifted so he had better access. His hand was really too big for her little shorts but he managed to make room, rumbling deeply as he explored her wet cunt. He found her cervix and she let out another of those soft sounds as he swirled around it and smiled, "I bet this is sore, huh?" She nodded again, "Yes...you, ah, kept tapping it last night...and when you came..." She blushed hotly against his arm and he bit into his lip. Fen shuddered as he explored, finally finding her G-spot and then he grinned, "You like it here, right?" He pulled his finger out only to slide another in alongside it. She let out a moan, her eyes rolling back some as she nodded, starting to pant, "Yes, yes..." She was moving her hips in an attempt to ride his fingers and he let her, his other hand dipping into the back of her shorts to grope at her cute little ass. She let out another soft cry, her hands fisting in the front of his shirt as he took matters into his own hands and plunged his fingers in and out of her, the heel of his hand rubbing against her sensitive clit. His brow furrowed in concentration, so absorbed was he that he didn't notice the distant yelling of his name. She was panting, clinging to him, and he could see it written all over her face that she was close. "Mr. Steele?! We got a problem!" he heard his name being called and it was all he could do not to roar with fury. He clenched his teeth, his hand squeezing her before he went still, "Do NOT come over here." She was fully red, her entire face and her bottom lip trembled slightly. Whether it was out of embarrassment or need, he wasn't sure but he sighed and slowly pulled his fingers out of her, shaking his head slightly. He groaned at the slickness on his fingers and then licked each one, locking his gaze with her's. She watched him with wide eyes, turning even more red. But then they were both shifting, rearranging their clothing and he found it impossible to hide the fact that he was very, very much aroused. He sighed some, shaking his head and fought the temptation to just throw his hat on the ground and stomp on it before he growled out, "What?!" He almost heard the ranch-hand fidgeting nervously, "One of the barbed wire fences was snipped, out on the edge of pasture 3." His expression shut down into near fury before he composed himself, bending over to kiss Fen, brushing back some of her hair to whisper in her ear, "We'll finish this later darlin'. Just wait for me, ok?" She nodded in agreement, gulping softly, "O-ok." She had that wide-eyed look again and he smiled, kissing her again before he walked off, at an awkward gait. The ranch-hand blushed, poor boy, as he fidgeted around the corner of the house, "Um, pasture 3..." He muttered miserably under his breath and Braxton rolled his eyes, "Don't act like yer embarrassed boy. Go on, get me a horse saddled up." After a minute, Braxton offered the boy a smile and he hesitantly smiled back, assured that he wasn't in trouble for interrupting before running off quickly. The facts were, though, he wasn't getting in a saddle with his cock straining so damn hard at his zipper. But all he could think about was Fen's slick tightness and the look on her face while she rode his fingers. He wiped a hand across his features again, groaning before he walked to the nearest watering trough, pulled off his hat, and dunked his head in. After a few moments, he pulled his head back out and wiped his hand over his face again. That was getting to be a bad habit. He wrung out his long hair before pulling it back in a short ponytail and repositioning his hat, heading towards the barn. He had to clear his thoughts, for the moment. Take care of business. Take care of...he groaned and smacked his head against a fence post. "Uh...Mister...Mr. Steele? You ok there?" He glanced towards the familiar ranch-hand and sighed, "Boy, when you get married, make sure it's a woman who doesn't consume yer every thought and action. Its hell'a amazing." He smirked slightly as the boy blushed and squirmed some, fidgeting with his fingers. He ruffled the kid's hair and then started towards the barn again. When he came around to field 3, he found that the fence had indeed been cut and his expression clouded over. One of the neighbors, likely Henderson, was trying to get his cattle to roam the fields so they could claim it had been roped fair and square. But his boys were among the best. Loyal, quick to react, and smart. He nodded at them as he examined the barbed wire and then started to pull it, straining to tighten it. The boys watched him in silence, knowing full and well he was trying to work out some frustration as he placed a boot against one post, his gloved hands yanking hard on the wire until he felt it pull taut. Then they set to work. Half an hour later and the fence was repaired. There was a wild light in Braxton's eyes as he gave short orders. "Riley, I want cameras on every single post out here. I ain't gonna have some damn thief trying to take my cattle." The redhead nodded in agreement and pulled himself into the saddle, setting off at a fast gallop on his blonde mare. Braxton watched him go and then clapped his leather-clad hands together, rubbing them, "We wait for Riley to get back and then we go home for dinner, got it boys?" They nodded eagerly, watchful eyes scanning the distant property line. He felt a swell of pride as he wiped at his cheek, leaving a smudge but unaware. He ruffled a boy's hair as he put his hands on his hips and the boy looked up at him. Really, most of them were men, not boys. But they were all so young, less than 25 years old, most of them. Except for Riley who was his oldest friend and hired most of the boys. After an hour, Riley was galloping back, bent low behind the mare's neck to gain more speed and Braxton frowned in a little confusion. The redhead knew that his time was best spent attaching cameras to the posts before he came this way. Something was wrong. He frowned sharply and pulled himself onto his own stallion, trotting up to meet Riley who was panting. He had a half full bucket of the miniature cameras they used but he was pointing back desperately, "Ah, Miss Fen was...Ah Mr. Steele, she accidentally stepped into a nest of rattlers!" Braxton didn't wait for the explanation, he was gone as soon as he heard her name, holding himself slightly out of the stirrups as the powerful horse moved below him. He growled, his lip curling to show a sharp canine as he came up on the house no less than five minutes later, yelling hoarsely for her. He heard a small whimper from her garden in the back and he moved the horse back there, finally spying her. She was crying, her bottom lip trembling but remained perfectly still, except her trembling knees. He could see the wriggling mass by her feet and he bared his teeth and spurred the horse on. He could hear the siren in the distance as he flew by Fen, reaching down to swoop her up as quickly as possible, yanking her into the saddle with him and then bolting back out. The horse whinnied and he glanced down but couldn't readily see any injury on his legs. He pulled her legs up so he could examine them, frowning deeply but he couldn't see any bites. He brushed her hair back from her wet cheeks, letting the horse trot to the front of the house. "Are you hurt? Did they bite you?" he should really go back and kill all the damn suckers but his concerns were entirely focused on her at the moment. She shook her head, "No-They just...I'm sorry, I didn't see the eggs until..." He shook his head, cooing at her and dragging her into a tight hug, rocking her with his eyes wide and scared. He shook his head again, "No, no. Neither of us saw them earlier. You ain't wrong here." She whimpered and collapsed into sobs against his chest and he clutched her to him tightly, rocking her. He was trembling around her when the ambulance pulled up and paramedics clambered out. The Cowboy's Wife He let them handle her, watching with growing fear as they looked over her lower legs. After a few minutes though, they let her go and she immediately ran to him, clutching at his front. One of the paramedics smiled at him, shrugging, "She's alright. Mostly just scared sir." He gave a small relieved sound, cupping the back of her head to him and rubbing her back in comforting circles, "Ah, thank you." He picked her up again and carried her into the house, stopping only once to sign a paper that was offered to him. He wouldn't have to pay for the ambulance, since service wasn't necessary. He didn't care. He was just relieved to have her safe in his arms, unhurt, even if she was scared. He finally got her inside and set her on the couch, again checking her legs, just to be sure and then kissing each of her knees and then pressing a kiss to her lips before hugging her to him, "I nearly had a heart attack!" She sniffled into his collar bone, clinging to him and nodding before she let out a short laugh, "You weren't the one standing ankle-deep in a nest of snakes!" He gave a soft smile and nodded, brushing her hair back and kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her eyelids and then her lips again, petting her jaw with his thumbs, "I'm just...I just...Wow, that scared me." He laughed slightly. He'd never been so afraid in his entire life honestly. He gripped her shoulders for a moment, sighing, "Stay here. I'm gonna kill me some rattlers." Fen grabbed his hand, stopping him short, "Oh, don't kill them. Just...Just take them out into the wild?" She turned her big eyes up at him and he softened slightly before shaking his head, "They'll just come back." She frowned even more, that lower lip starting to stick out and he couldn't believe she wanted to release them into the wild after the scare of their lives. He finally sighed and nodded, "Alright. Alright." She broke into a small smile and retreated to their bedroom, emerging again with a shoebox and offering it to him. He sighed and leaned down, pressing a kiss to her, "You're so soft-hearted, sweet little Fen." He stroked his thumb over her cheek and nodded, "Alright, lemme go catch the critters before they squirm off." He left and Fen found her fingers squirming in her lap. She stood and retreated to the bathroom, sighing some. She was still a little scared and that had heightened her awareness of every kiss he'd pressed against her. She had wanted him to stay. To kiss her and hold her more. But she knew he had to take care of the ranch too. She stripped slowly and turned on the hot shower. He'd had his home renovated after he took over the ranch, a big bathroom, mostly stone to accommodate his height and his bedroom was built the same way. He had to carry her to the bed, most nights. Recently he'd bought a small set of steps for her and he chuckled every time she used it. Still, he was incredibly good to her. Romantic, sweet, thoughtful, funny. He was everything she'd ever wanted in a husband. She'd never imagined, when she came over from China, that she would find it in a Western cowboy though. His long slow drawl had confused her at first but, after listening to him for a bit, she found it comforting, sexy even. She blushed some, her earlier terror forgotten to be replaced by the arousal he'd been stoking in her all day. Every time they'd been interrupted. She almost touched herself but then paused. 'Wait for me.' She bit her bottom lip and restrained herself, nodding. She would wait for him. Because he'd asked her so sweetly, in that rough husky drawl. She sighed as she washed down her body, sleek curves, minimal in their appearance but there. Heavy breasts, for her size. She had a cute face, she supposed, though she certainly couldn't find what he found so enthralling about her. But she sometimes caught him staring at her in complete fascination. Or early in the mornings, when he thought she was still asleep and he'd watch her or touch her or kiss her gently. Her heart swelled at his loving touches and looks and she fought hard not to touch herself as her nipples pebbled into hard little points. She loved him. She loved him so much because of the way he treated her like the most precious of treasures. She shook her head and washed herself down, washing the day's wear away though she'd mostly just messed around in her garden. Her thoughts turned back to what he'd done to her in the garden. She'd seen in the way he looked at her that he had intended to bring her to climax like that and she shuddered, anticipating what he would do when he got back. His huge hands all over her body, touching, his mouth pressing everywhere. She finally shut off the shower, bundling herself in a towel to keep from doing anything naughty. Fen struggled into a pair of pajama pants and a tank top, ignoring how the fabric teased her skin into awareness. She would cook dinner for him and then see where the night went. She hurried into the kitchen, feeling refreshed and aroused anew. She hummed softly as she worked around the kitchen, pulling out pork chops and vegetables. She hummed as she worked, a soft Chinese lullaby that worked its way into muttered little verses. When the meal was nearly done, she felt big hands cup her hips and pull her back against a hard muscled body. She relaxed into Braxton's scent, a little musky and woodsy. Wild and dusty. She turned in his arms, peering up at his handsome face. The brim of his hat shadowed some of his face but she saw the dusty blonde strands of hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, the tanned skin, traced over by a few scars here and there and his beautiful amber eyes. She had thought him something inhuman when she'd seen those eyes but he was very much a man, warm and tender to her. He leaned down, smiling as he pressed his mouth to her's gently and then sat back, sniffing, "Smells amazing Fen." She smiled, turning back to her cooking with his hands touching at her back, her shoulders, her hips. She laughed lightly, smacking playfully at his hands, "Go on now. Let me cook." He rumbled, like a playful dog and pulled her back against him. She scowled slightly when he turned everything off, "The vegetables aren't done!" He didn't seem to notice as he lifted her onto the bar counter, pushing a few spices out of the way. She mewled against his chest as he started to pull up her tank top, "I've been waitin' all day for this." He leaned her back, so that her head hung off the other side of the counter, upside down. It sent a pulse of arousal through her, unable to see what he was doing and he gently led her hands up so that they too hung. He rumbled deep in his chest, his hands gliding up her stomach to the fleshy orbs of her breasts, cupping and massaging them. He felt her shudder under him, her chest rising and falling a little quicker as she mewled. He pinched her nipples lightly and rolled them between his fingers, plucking at the pink tips. His mouth brushed over her ribs, tongue flicking out over the skin. Her thighs trembled and she made to move but he set a hand on her ribs, just under her arm, "Stay." It was a quiet command, powerful in its intensity and she found herself unable to do anything but obey. Hung out like this, she could feel her pulse pumping and racing all over her body, sending tingles of electricity from wherever he touched. His fingertips slid down the line of her stomach before sliding back up her side to her breast. He pinched her nipple again, pulling on it until he heard her breath hitch and she wriggled slightly. He rumbled deeply and leaned over her, his jean-clad hips forcing their way between her thighs, pressing tightly against her core as he lapped up her ribs. He caught her nipple between his lips, tugging slightly as he held her hips tightly so she couldn't escape. She mewled softly and panted, remaining still under his attentions as he suckled at one nipple and rolled and pinched the other one. "Brax...Please, I can't...can't..." Her thighs twitched around him as she gave a soft sound underneath him, finally sitting up. He caught her around the waist, pulling her up tighter against himself as he panted softly. He had to lean down to press a kiss on her again, hard enough that their teeth met and he grunted some, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She whimpered, clinging tightly to him as she tried to push back against him. His hand slid up her back to tangle in the short hairs at the back of her head, tugging her head back. He attacked her throat with his tongue and teeth, groaning at the taste and feel of her soft skin. She gave a soft pant, clutching at his head as her own tilted back. Her fingers worked through his hair, undoing his ponytail so it draped across his shoulders, teasing her forearms. He stood back up, pulling her against him with a strong grip around her waist. He started to shove her pajama pants down her hips, pulling her panties with them. Her eyes went wide as he pushed her thighs apart. He was being rougher than normal, possibly because of all their interrupted moments throughout the day. Braxton's hands worked furiously at his belt, trying to get it open and he cursed softly under his breath, finally getting it undone and was just unbuttoning his pants when his name rang out. He went completely still and she saw a dark shadow cross his face as he bared his teeth. They remained silent for several long moments and there it was again. "MR. STEELE! HURRY!" He let out a roar that made Fen jump, his hands coming to rest on the counter, gripping the edge so hard his knuckles were white. She could see that he was hard as rock and she leaned up, petting at his head, "Go on Braxton. It might be important." He growled and then turned a mournful expression towards her, looking quite a bit like a sad dog. He wrestled his jeans back in place, pulling the belt closed as he sighed longingly. There was a hard knock at the door and he pulled his hair back and pushed his hat on his head, growling and grumbling as he stomped towards it. She slipped off the counter and covered herself quickly as he walked out. Braxton was gone for almost two and a half hours. Fen fretted and worried, twirling a finger in her hair. She ate dinner and made him a plate that she covered and then put in the microwave for him. She cleaned the house. She did a load of laundry and worried at her fingers some more. It was almost eleven when he finally came back, smelling of sweat. He had a cut on his face, where someone had clearly punched him and his own knuckles were bruised and bloodied. Her eyes widened at the sight of him and she rushed into his arms. He held her tightly to himself, bending to get closer as he sighed. He picked her up in his arms, cradling her and burying his face in her hair. He rocked her and clutched her to himself, turning his face to kiss her. He was smeared with dirt and god knew what else. He smelled like grass and aggression, a musk clinging to his skin. She didn't care. She clutched him to herself, pulling back to peer up at him, "What happened?" She stroked over his cheek and he leaned into her touch, "Just a few of Henderson's boys. Upset they got caught trying to cut the wire again. I'm thinking 'bout electrifying the fence." She nodded in agreement, "Are you ok?" He nodded back, petting over her hair, "I'm filthy though. I don't wanna mess you up." She only smiled at him, wrapping her arms around him and locking her hands at the back of his neck, "I don't care." He sighed against her skin and then shifted her tighter up against himself. He pressed his mouth to her's, tightly, his tongue flicking out across her lips and she tasted blood on him. She clutched at his hair, pulling it loose again and she stroked her fingers through the blonde locks. She pulled him closer, her legs gripping his sides tightly. He was trying to say something against her mouth and she pulled back to hear him murmuring, "I love you" constantly, repeatedly against her mouth, her cheek, her neck. She arched to his touch and then pulled her shirt off. He marveled at her for a moment before his gaze turned hungry and he kneaded her ass. She wriggled up against him, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it open, her tongue swiping across his collar bone before he groaned, setting her on the dining room table. He pulled at her clothing, hesitation dropped from his movements in his desperation. She worked at his belt buckle in turn, pulling it free and then pulling his jeans open. He was really too tall for them to work anything out on the dining room table but he pulled a chair out, putting a knee on it as he grabbed her tightly, pulling her towards himself. She let out a loud moan, staring down her body at his monstrously large cock, straining towards her. It had not been easy, the first few times they'd tried, to have sex. But now, now she couldn't imagine anyone but him touching her, tasting her, making her moan in ecstasy. She guided him against herself, feeling the thick helmet head slide against her folds, already ready to take him inside. His hand slid over her's, holding it in place as he thrust against her, groaning at how hot she felt. His head slid over her clit, rubbing and grinding against it, driving her insane. She wriggled some, "Don't...please, ah, don't tease me Brax..." He groaned loudly, feeling it vibrate through his chest as he found her entrance and pushed into her. She let out a sharp cry, her back arching as her lashes fluttered closed. He went still, "I didn't...didn't hurt you, did I?" She shook her head, rocking against him eagerly, "No...No, please...gàn!*" Fen's little nails dug into him as she tried to push herself on him more eagerly. Braxton filled every inch inside of her, nothing was left untouched inside of her. His shaft was so incredibly thick! She had no space left and he continued to fill her. Her head rocked back against the table as he grabbed her hips, pushing into her and pulling back before slamming back into her. "Fuuuck! Fen, yer so tight!" His pace was fast and hard, slamming into her without care as he moaned louder. Her breasts were bouncing hard as she held onto the edge of the table, aware it was creaking in protest but she simply didn't have the power to do anything else. Her cries and screams were all for him as her body rocked against his. "Láng!* Nnh! Ple-please!" He loved it when she spoke Chinese while they were having sex. He never quite knew what she was saying but her voice rang beautifully with each thrust. He rocked into her smaller body harshly, holding her in place as his hips met her thighs, a sharp "slap slap" ringing through the room. He ended up having to hold onto the edges of the table to keep it from sliding away as he snarled slightly, leaning over her. "Say you want it! Fen, tell me you want it!" he growled softly against her. "W? xi?ng t?! W? xi?ng t?!*" she shouted it as she looked down their bodies, from between her bouncing breasts. He grunted and groaned, snapping his teeth as he shoved into her wildly, reaching down her body to swirl a thumb around her clit. Her eyes snapped wide open as she threw her head back with a scream, "W? kào!*" She writhed and bucked wildly underneath him and he had to grab her hips again to keep her from getting away. Her stomach was pulled taut with exertion as heat built hotter and hotter in the pit of it. She squealed and screamed, nearly there as she shook her head, panting harshly. He watched her tits bouncing, gnashing his teeth as he grasped one, squeezing harshly as he bucked against her harder. She was too tight, too hot, just too much! He gripped her ass, lifting her off the table and holding her tightly against himself as he bucked wildly into her tight snatch. She suddenly screamed wordlessly, her nails digging into him as she bucked and writhed, nearly falling out of his hands and he grasped her tighter against himself. Fen's tunnel contracted tightly on his shaft, squeezing and massaging him, trying to draw him deeper as she squealed and screamed. He continued to pump through her orgasm, forcing his thick cock in and out of her contracting pussy, his teeth clenched tightly with control. When her orgasm was over, she was left shuddering and gasping for breath, clinging tightly to his chest. He groaned loudly and pulled out of her, his cock straining hard enough that it stood on its own, though his large size had it tipping downwards. His cock drooled precum and her thick fluids, connecting them while he shifted her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He sat her on the edge of the bed while he pushed his boots and jeans off of his long, muscular legs before climbing onto the bed with her. He flicked his tongue off of her nipple, drawing it into his mouth, his possessive gaze shining at her through his hair. He groaned softly, dipping his fingers into the mess they'd made of her womanhood. Fen shuddered as he swirled his fingertips around her clit, her bottom lip trembling with anticipation. He shifted back slightly, showing off his large, soaked member and she looked up at him with wide eyes before she laid herself over his thigh. She stroked his cock with both hands, leaning up to lap at the head of his cock eagerly. She murmured softly in Chinese, her tongue working a pattern over his stiff arousal. She wrapped her lips around the head of him and suckled at him, drawing a deep groan from his chest. He stroked her hair, panting and then raised his hips towards her, "More." She obeyed without question, lapping up and down his cock, sucking here and there before wrapping her mouth back around him, trying to bob her head. He was too big for that though. She managed with licking, cleaning him spotless and then leaning back. She clambered onto his lap, setting her hands against his chest for support as he guided himself against her, pushing slowly into her tunnel again. He groaned as he laid back, his hands coming to rest on her waist to help her as she leaned forward, riding him in slow torturous drags. He tried to push up against her, groaning louder against her. "G?njué h?n h?o!!*" she screamed out, trying to ride him faster as his head rocked back. He panted hard and tried to push up against her harder, his heels digging into the bed. She leaned back, changing the angle and threw her head back, sending her hair flying and bouncing as she pushed and pulled herself on his manhood. His legs kicked slightly as he tried to hold on tightly to her, gripping her hips with large hands as he tried to pump into her before rolling them over. She screamed and her hips pushed up against him as her nails dug into him desperately, trying to pull him closer. He slammed into her harder, snorting and panting wildly, his brows knit as he bared his teeth. Braxton looked like a wild man as he bucked into her, his head hung slightly so his hair fell forward. Again, she felt that nearly painful heat settling into her lower stomach, her eyes snapped open wide as she screamed and writhed for him. "W? t? m? d-de!*" He knew that one. He snarled in response, one hand cupping the back of one of her knees as he pushed it to her shoulder. He bucked frantically into her, his other hand resting over her shoulder, against the sheets to keep her in place. She felt slick and tight and amazing. He was so close! He looked her over, the half-panicked, half-lusty look on her face, her breasts dancing as he slammed into her, the roll of her belly and hips with each of his thrusts, her welcoming body, her cunt lips puffy and pink, wrapped tight around his thick shaft. Her wetness encased him in slick pleasure and he moaned louder, rocking against her harder, "Fen-Fuck, Fen, I'm about to..." He tried to pull away from her but her heels dug into the small of his back, yanking him closer, "B? t? g?i w?!! B?-b? t? g?i w?!!*" She had her head thrown back, refusing to let him go as he pumped into her harder and harder. She came again for him, squeezing him tightly as she rocked forward, her body entire body consumed with fire and the need to have him inside her. Her stomach clenched tight as her hips thrust towards him while she let out another scream. Her heels dug into his back, forcing him forward and he pushed until he was sunk into her, to the hilt, his balls resting against her asscheeks. His cock pulsed and twitched inside of her as he bucked harder against her before going still within her. His cum flooded inside of her but he wouldn't move. It felt like the pressure of his cum was going to make her fly apart and she squeezed and twitched around him as she gave a guttural moan, panting hard, breasts heaving with effort. He leaned against her, remaining inside her tight tunnel for several long moments. He let out a soft groan, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head. The Cowboy's Wife She shuddered and mewled underneath him, her arms wrapped under his, holding onto his back tightly. He sighed against her hair, rolling to the side slightly but bringing her with him, so that she was lying across his stomach this time. He stroked up and down her back, giving another soft groan, "Perfect...You're so perfect Fen." She was murmuring against his chest, stroking at him and around one of his nipples. She smiled softly against his skin, turning to kiss the spot between his pecs. He was limp inside of her but large enough that he remained within her soft folds. He smiled lightly, stroking her hair out of her face, "Damn...I love you Fen. I love you so much." Fen shifted up towards him, finally pulling herself away from his cock and he hissed slightly at the cool air on his exposed manhood. He smiled quickly though when she pressed her mouth to his, cupping the back of her head to kiss her a little deeper. He sighed softly against her lips, relaxing underneath her as she rested her head on his shoulder, playing with the ends of his hair. He smiled softly, stroking her back as she murmured against his chest, "W? ài n?, Braxton." He knew that one too. His smile spread across his face, slightly crooked, "Woo fay-chang zeewon nee." She blinked at him, thinking for a moment and turning it over in her head. After a moment, she laughed lightly and repeated back to him, "W? f?icháng x?huan n?. I adore you." He shrugged slightly and she kissed his cheek for his valiant effort. After a few moments, he felt her relax completely and fall asleep, her soft breath brushing over his nipple. He smiled brightly and shifted, sitting up and moving her to her spot on their big bed. Braxton made his way to the bathroom, wetting a rag with warm water and walking back to his tiny wife. He smiled softly and cleaned her up before doing the same to himself. When he came back from tossing the rag into the laundry, she was curled up around one of his favorite pillows, snoozing happily. He had to take a shower before joining her but he enjoyed watching her for a few minutes. After a moment, he leaned over her, brushing her hair back from her cheek and kissing the corner of her mouth, "You are everything to me. I can never say it enough...I love you." He smiled as he leaned back, walking into the bathroom for his shower. She smiled lightly in her sleep, "Love you...Braxton." Chinese translations (amateur translations)* Gàn: Do it Láng: "Wolf" (a nickname she uses for him during sex) Wo xiang t?: I want it! Wo kào: Fuck me/holy fuck Ganjué h?n hao: Feels good Wo t? m? de: Fuck me Ba t? g?i wo: Give it to me