It was the same slow languor with which he’d retreated from Claudia, although ironically Sofia seemed a bit relieved that her heart would not have to take more of that ardor.
“I can’t get any fonder than this, Jack Thorne. You should stay. Find someone else to ferry the money from here to there. I practically run this town on my own. With you, I could be a queen.”
“And I’d be king?” Thorne asked, lying down beside her.
“Mayor. Baron. Emperor. Take your pick. There’s only so much I can do as a woman. But with you to sit in the throne—”
“And you’d be the power behind it?” Thorne bent and began to nuzzle a particular drop of sweat on the creamy skin of Sofia’s belly. “Ever thought that this is so good because it’s something we can’t really have?”
“Why can’t I have it?” Sofia shuddered to the feathery kiss that started with a single touch and then became a series of caresses, mounting pleasure dripping down to her core.
“You’re a client, not a personal entanglement. That’s how it works.”
Sofia purred with the hot puffs of his breath. “You think we’d ruin this if we wanted more? It can’t be ruined. Not something this perfect.”
“I’m your partner because I don’t get greedy. I don’t skim a dime from you. I don’t do anything behind your back…”
“And that’s what would make you the perfect husband!” Sofia moaned. “I need a man, Jack. Much more than I need a banker.”
Thorne could not take her direct gaze. His eyes flitted to Claudia. “And what about your niece?”
“Didn’t I tell you? She’s not my problem anymore. She’s yours.”
“Oh?”
Sofia reached over to finger Claudia’s nicely reddened nipple. The girl made a small sound. “You think I want her pawed at and slobbered on by anyone who walks through the doors with a greenback? No. You made her a woman; now that she is one, I don’t see any reason why she should have anything but the best.”
“There’s a reason I haven’t bought any squaws.”
“You’re not buying her, she’s a gift. You can teach her what to write in all those lovely ledgers of yours.”
“I don’t eat much,” Claudia said shyly, which was impressive coming from a woman that was practically piled on top of him, naked flesh to naked flesh. “And I don’t say no. Not to you, at any rate. You wouldn’t have to go to any houses like… you know… Tia Sofia’s. You could just tell me that it’s, ah… time?”
Sofia smiled, giddy, like she’d already gotten her way and it was as certain as sand running from the top of an hourglass to the bottom. “I think little Claudia is hoping it’s time now. There’s a reason I thought I had to help her, and it’s not because the Vergara woman is a coffee boiler!”
Claudia colored, but seemed to enjoy her embarrassment—knowing it was her aunt helping her towards more of what she’d finally decided she liked.
Thorne, of course, saw no reason to disabuse her of her newfound appreciation of the male sex. He didn’t think he’d be taking on Claudia as some kind of Roman ancilla, but in case he reconsidered…
He bent his head to Claudia, taking her nipple into his mouth. Before, he’d been stingy with the foreplay, both because he’d been so starved for a woman that he’d been about to burst (and he had, now that you mention it) and because there was no need to make a whore think most of her men would be the type to fool around.
But now he plied her in earnest, getting a real taste of her youth. She was firm, and tight all over. And after the abundance of Sofia’s breast, Claudia seemed small enough to fit all the way into his mouth. He squeezed the little bud between his teeth and heard Claudia breathe like a horse all lathered up.
He put his left hand on her other breast, his right hand on her hip, running it slowly up and down her flank. The nipple in his mouth seemed to throb to the rhythm he set, his strokes, his teasing. He half-expected it to pop when he sent his hand down between her coltish legs.
She drank in great gulps of air and vomited out the oxygen she was finished with, still not quite woman enough to speak all her passion like Sofia had. It was enough to make Thorne want to make a career out of doing this, finding out what filthy things were waiting in her to be voiced. Masterfully he petted her, played with her, and she writhed around the carpet until it stuck to her sweaty body when she rolled around.
“Give it to her, Jack, she needs it,” Sofia said, her own body a little crimson, like a pale reflection of all Claudia was feeling.
Eyes closed, neck straining, whimpers the only thing able to make it out of the tightening knot of her body.
Usually, this was the point where Thorne would put a pillow under his filly’s hips, but since he didn’t have a pillow, he flipped Claudia over, then tossed her onto Sofia’s belly. Her aunt’s curves made for one hell of a plush cushion.
Claudia’s eyes slitted open. “You’re not going to go anywhere unnatural with me, are you?”
Thorne grunted a laugh. “If you do become a woman, yeah. With an ass like yours, it’s a certainty.”
Here was where Thorne would expect to see a tremor of fright go through Claudia’s body, but she was still as ever, waiting for him to use her. All she said was a softly muttered, “aw, vamos allá, porque si…”
Her acceptance was one hell of an enticement. If he hadn’t already spent in Sofia, Thorne most likely would’ve taken even more of Claudia’s virginity than he already had. But things were fraught enough without him introducing Claudia to sodomy—Sofia might take that as an engagement ring, with how wildly she saw things.
So he just spread Claudia’s legs wide and sank into her until he had nothing more to give.
It was as Sofia had promised. Now that Claudia was broken in, she took his cock like pure velvet. Lifting herself up to meet him, then pushing her creamy ass into his groin with a breathy sigh. He did believe the maiden had found her calling.
His hands traced her lean figure, toyed with her breasts, squeezed her firm hips. Now sure he had her at just the right spot to ride into her. Going slowly at first, knowing that just because she could take his cock didn’t mean she could take his rutting.
But Claudia proved a glutton for punishment, or whatever you called taking a cock his size in a pussy her size. In no time at all, she spasmed like she’d been struck by lightning. Thorne stopped moving, petted her with his hands until she stopped trembling. From underneath the girl, Sofia stroked her too. Brushing her hair like a horse that’d been on a hard ride.
“Don’t go thinking there’s anyone like him,” Sofia whispered to her. “Remember he can have other women. You must make sure he has no machismo left for them. Only us. Only the Vergaras!”
Now Thorne was the horse, willful, feeling disrespected at the thought of being tame. He worked his hips again, pounding into Claudia so hard that Sofia felt it underneath her.
Claudia could only take it, her face down in the rug, her arms braced, her ass up in the air, and her pelvis tilted to take his cock straight down to her womb.
Sweat was flung from both their bodies with each smacking impact. Claudia let out noises like a dying animal, but her cunt was even more vivacious than Sofia’s had been, meeting him, roiling with his thrusts, sucking at him when he pulled out. It was raw vitality and he was taming it more by the moment, slowly giving her a cunt as experienced as Sofia.
And when he felt his balls ready to empty themselves again, Claudia seemed to be there waiting for him. Moaning and shaking and wagging her tongue, all at the end of his dick. Thorne shoved her face down against the floor, making sure that this time she knew she was his receptacle, first and foremost. He rammed deep and let out his seed, purging in her until he’d made her sex a molten cauldron to match the hearty campfire glow still warming Sofia.
Satisfied beyond measure to have seeded both these women, Thorne collapsed to the side, next to Sofia. She immediately curled to face him, burying her face in his chest. Claudia stayed where she was, sprawled over Sofia’s hips like a fur stole on a rich woman.