Free Jon Black's Woman by Tilly Greene Page B

need to have a
brand made for you.”
    “A what? A brand? Okay, I love you,
but after the tattoo mistake, there is no way I’m getting a brand.
Besides, it sounds almost barbaric.” She pressed her chest against
him and swayed back and forth, causing her nipples to brush against
him.
    “Not the type of brand I’m talking
about and it won’t be a mistake, you’ll see.” Jon soothed her
nerves and considered what he wanted on the brand. He didn’t own a
ranch, but she was his woman and he wanted to claim her to seal
their connection. He’d call Court tomorrow and get the name of the
guy they’d used for Sunny’s brand.
    He couldn’t wait to put it in her
and see her wearing it. Thinking about watching her roll it in her
hand, his cock started to grow hard.
    “Again?” Molly giggled when she
noticed his rod stretching out.
    “We can wait,” he offered, but yes,
he wanted her again and would continue to want to bury himself in
her body.
    “I’m ready,” she whispered and he
laughed.
    “We’re a good match.”
    “Yes we are, now take me, stud. Play
with my nipples and fuck me hard,” she told him as she used her
hands to hold her breasts out for him.
    Licking the large tips, he praised
whoever he needed to thank for bringing her into his
life.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Molly woke slowly as her body
screamed—unique aches and pains made themselves known. Rolling over
to her side, she groaned as the covers touched her raw nipples. She
smiled and replayed her time spent with Jon. The man was a
delightful lover who left her feeling cherished and
satisfied.
    She was very satisfied, although she
wouldn’t say no to another round if he offered. That was a
given.
    Rolling onto her stomach, she held
back the moan and instead embraced feeling his mark on her. She was
sure he’d enjoyed playing with her breasts, because he couldn’t
leave them alone. Good, because she’d been thrilled having them at
the center of his attention.
    Opening her eyes, she started to
take in his bedroom in daylight but was caught by the view. There
were trees highlighted by a bright blue sky. What she was looking
was probably beautiful, only her attention focused on the top of
the teepee. The crisp, white point with pieces of wood poking out
was all she could see and she wanted more of what happened in
there.
    Memories of their night beneath the
white canvas pulsed through her as if she were in the midst of the
passion all over again. Her pussy picked up pace as her nipples
tightened. Remembering how he’d used a device to make them both
stick out even further than they ever had been before, and another
on her clit, left her panting. She needed his fingers to touch her,
stroking the excited flesh to stronger points. The idea of his
mouth covering a nipple and suckling, teasing it with his tongue or
gnawing with his teeth had her groaning with need.
    Maybe he’ll clamp them next time, or
my nub, she thought as she lazily watched the wind rustle through
the trees. Molly pressed her chest into the mattress and wondered
if the nipples were poking holes in it. Her world was centered on
her breasts and wanting Jon. No, she needed his touch then she
could face the day.
    Looking to see if he was sleeping or
waiting for her to come to him, she instead found an empty pillow.
Playing with him was not in the cards. It was a hard dose of
reality, but she had to believe she would have him later. For the
time being, that was enough to hold her passionate needs at
bay.
    Breathing deeply, she realized not
only was she on her own, but by herself in his bed. Sitting up, she
leaned against the headboard and pulled the blanket up to her chin.
Comfortable and relaxed, she looked her fill. This was her chance
to unearth more about him, the man she loved and was
discovering.
    There wasn’t that much to see, but
what she saw was interesting, unique.
    The bed she knew from last night.
Big and made with tree trunks and branches, Molly liked how
imposing and yet