Saving Grace by Unknown (best book reader .TXT) 📕

was coming next. Becca stepped towards him, widened her smile and ran a hand along the front of his shirt. I drew in a breath at the sight of it. My friend who'd been nothing but chastity and innocence her whole life, seemed to have a different side to her. Travis took another step back until his back was up against the wall. Becca took one more step closer, so as her bosom was right close to him, almost touching his chest.

Now I hadn't had very many dealings with men, in that way. Sure I knew it's how things were done and I supposed, I guess, that one day I would do it too. But for the time being I was mostly interested in making sure I didn't lose my daddy's ranch. But to see her move like that, to see the power she had over him, well I still blush to this day thinking of the wetness that began to fill the space between my legs at the sight of it.

"Travis, are you sure there's nothing we could do, to help you reconsider, that is?" Becca asked softly, almost breathing the words at him. I saw Travis take a breath as Becca's thigh slid in between his legs. My eyes widened at her boldness. Surely a cowboy wasn't going to let himself be taken advantage of so easily. Seemed that I was right. As soon as the shock of her closeness wore off, the seriousness returned to Travis' face as he grabbed Rebecca by the arms and spun her around.

"You got some nerve, tryin' to work me over like that," Travis growled. Rebecca gasped at the same time the distant sound of thunder rolled over the plains and towards the barn. It wasn't a moment before Travis had his leg up on a stool, Rebecca over his knee with her rear facing up and his hand pulling at the hem of her skirt until he pulled it up over the generous curve of her bottom. "I've a good mind to tell yer Pa about this right now so he can come down here and do this himself," Travis rumbled as he pulled down Becca's bloomers, exposing her bare ass. "But dammit it Rebecca Rivers I'm in love with you and there's nothin' can be done about that. I'll take you as my wife some day, mark my words, and I need you to understand your place."

I stood, completely transfixed at the scene unfolding before me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I couldn't believe the way this ranch hand was treating my friend, the way he was handling her like she were just another animal that he owned. But it was more than that. There was a tenderness in his touch, a certain way he had with her that showed exactly how much he cared for her. Something I couldn't describe if my life depended on it. It was something you had to see.

The first smacks of his weathered hand on her tender flesh resounded through the barn, causing some of the horses to whinny and stomp in their stalls. I watched as Travis thundered away at my friend's behind, her pale flesh blossoming into a fresh pink, then into a tender red. But watching her like that, I swear there wasn't a single shade of gray that clouded her expression. Her face, though pained, spoke only to the deep pleasure she was experiencing. I found myself breathing heavily, the wet spot that had started at the sight of the pair, flushing through the cotton of my own underwear as I watched the cowboy discipline my friend.

Then I noticed him. In the leg of his pants, beside his thigh, I saw the tension of his manhood, pressing against the thick material and flexing with each fresh smack. My modesty got the better of me for a moment and I tore my gaze away. I felt my face flush red with the knowledge that I was watching something, not crude or perverse, but intimate between two lovers, something to which I might not be entitled to bear witness. But my curiosity got the better me and as I looked back up, my eyes caught a glimpse of the slickness that had formed between Becca's cheeks.

I couldn't help myself as I peered at the pair, Travis stern hand still reprimanding Becca's forwardness. Her rump was red as a tomato now, but the soft flesh at her middle was dripping with what must have been desire. When Travis finally stopped his loving discipline, I watched as his hand moved down the hot skin of her rump and towards her soft center.

I heard the sound of it, the sound of that wet opening, as his calloused finger pushed her apart and he pushed it inside. She arched her back and let out a moan, her face rounding now into complete pleasure. Travis growled, removed himself from inside her and stood her up, letting her skirt fall back down over her behind. But the look in his eye meant he wasn't done with her yet. Unbuckling himself, he pushed his pants down until they fell to his ankles, stepped forward and in one swift motion picked Rebecca up, then pinned her to the wall.

My eyes widened, in surprise and I must admit, some delight at what I was about to witness. All sense of propriety seemed to have vanished. The two people in front of me, so caught up in each other, barely realized I was there and I myself felt that if I moved I would just bring undue attention to the fact. So I stood there, staring at the unfurling of their passion, swelling with a strange desire myself.

It was the first time I'd seen a man's....manhood. The thing looked thick and throbbing and muscular. I suppose I hadn't really expected anything different. I suppose I hadn't really given it much thought up to that point. But the sight of it,