Disclaimer: not mine.
Notes: and let’s just pretend the Miranda Rights existed back in 1873… LOL
You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as I have explained them to you?
“You have the right to remain silent.”
Kitty pulled against the handcuffs securing her wrists.
“Anything you say, can and will be used against you…”
She bit her lips.
“…in Dillon’s court of law.”
She couldn’t hold back the moan of his name as his lips closed around her right nipple. He bit gently then swirled his tongue around the turgid tip before releasing it.
“You have the right to an attorney,” Matt told her as he gave her left nipple a quick flick with his tongue.
“If you cannot afford an attorney…” he peppered her chest with open-mouthed kisses, laving the smooth skin between her breasts with his tongue, as he shifted down on the bed, “one will be appointed to you.” A soft giggle escaped her when Matt’s tongue dipped into her navel which quickly became a hum of anticipation as he settled between her spread thighs.
“Do you understand these rights as I have explained them to you?”
“Oh yes…” Kitty replied as he wrapped an arm around her thigh, his fingers combing through her damp curls.
Matt looked up her body at her. “Do you waive your right to counsel?”
Kitty nodded vigorously. “Yes…”
“Good,” he grinned and refocused his attention between her thighs.
“Matt!” She gasped when he slipped his fingers between her swollen folds and opened her to his heated gaze.
“I love looking at you,” Matt told her, exhaling a warm breath over her glistening flesh. He lowered her head and drew his tongue up along her sex, from her opening to her clit. “As much as I love eating you.”
“Mmm… and you do it so well…” Kitty told him, and groaned as he repeated the move, stopping to swirl his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves before licking her again and again. “…so well…”
“Must be all that practice I’ve been getting lately,” Dillon quipped between licks.
“Hmm…” Kitty hummed as she strained against the handcuffs, two pairs, wanting desperately to clutch at Matt’s head and hold him to her as he continued his voracious feasting between her thighs. She bent her legs, and pressed her feet against his shoulder blades, curling her toes into his back in an attempt to draw him closer.
He offered little resistance and buried his face against her. He thrust his tongue into her; over and over, in and out, and then up to suckle at her clit before pushing back into her yet again. He ate her like a man starving, coaxing her juices to flow freely into his mouth, moaning happily as they coated his tongue.
Matt groaned. He loved eating Kitty. Loved the taste of her… the scent of her. Loved doing this to her… for her. He loved that he knew just what to do to her in order to make her writhe beneath him; knew just how to touch her to make her scream his name. Matt just… loved Kitty. It was as simple as that, and he spoke the words against her quivering flesh as he continued to eat his fill, knowing the effect it would have on her.
“Matt…” Kitty gasped his name at hearing and feeling those words from him. She bowed beneath him, lifting and pressing her sex against his face and his wonderfully talented mouth.
Dillon smiled against her as he took her clit between his lips and pressed two long fingers inside her. At her sharp intake of breath, Matt began to move his fingers in and out of her slick sheath.
“Yes!” Kitty hissed when he found that particular spot within her, and curled his fingers against it. “Oh god yes, Matt! There… right there!” She bucked under him as he stroked the sensitive little knot inside her over and over.
“Yeah, Kitty…” Matt encouraged her, laving her clit with his tongue then sucking hard on the bundle of nerves in time with the stroking of his fingers. He could feel her inner walls quivering and drove the long digits faster into her. “Cum, Kitty…”
Kitty’s thighs clamped around Matt’s head and she strained against the handcuffs as she did just that. She cried out his name as she came hard, wave after wave of intense pleasure coursing up through her body.
Dillon growled happily as Kitty’s juices gushed around his fingers. He pulled them out of her and stabbed his tongue into her pussy, lapping and consuming her cream with relish until he’d quenched his thirst. With a final, deep kiss to her quivering flesh, Matt crawled up her body. He urged her to spread her legs wider then sank his throbbing erection into her hot depths.
“Damn, I love being inside you,” Matt told her as she wrapped her long legs around his hips, allowing him to sink deeper into her.
“Mmm…” Kitty drew in a shaky breath, still feeling the pulses of her orgasm move through her. “…and I love having you inside me… you feel so good, Matt.” She tightened her legs around him and rolled her hips under him.
Matt dipped his head, and whispered against her lips. “I am going to make you scream.”
“Give it your best shot,” Kitty whispered back and tightened her inner walls around him in challenge.
“Oh, I intend to,” he grinned and covered her mouth in a hungry kiss. As their tongues met, Matt began to move inside her. His tongue moved against hers in time with the gentle thrusting of his cock.
“Mmm…” Kitty hummed into his mouth, enjoying the slow, steady glide of his shaft inside her pussy. He felt so good… so very good.
Matt broke off the kiss, leaving Kitty gasping his name, and pushed up onto his arms. He withdrew almost completely then thrust hard back into her.
“Oh yes…” Kitty hissed, her head falling back against the pillows. “Just like that…”
He repeated the action, withdrawing and driving back into her, again and again; making her moan and gasp with every penetration. Fast, slow, shallow, deep… he kept his pace varied, never giving her a chance to catch her breath.
All of a sudden, he stopped and withdrew completely.
“Matt?” Kitty whimpered and tried desperately to hold him to her with her legs.
“It’s okay, honey.” Matt told her as he rose up on his knees. He grabbed her thighs, spreading them wider as he shifted closer, then slid his hands down over her heated flesh to her hips and lifted her so that her backside was resting on his thighs. He gazed down at her swollen sex and licked his lips. As much as he was tempted to eat her again, his desire to bury himself inside her hot, wet sheath was stronger.
And, he had promised to make her scream.
Matt met her eyes. He smirked at the challenge he could see in them. Without warning, he plunged his cock into her, causing her to cry out his name and immediately began to move in and out of her.
“Ooh…” Kitty rocked her hips against his, meeting his every thrust. “…Maatttt…” his name was a low, protracted moan on her lips as he slipped a hand between them, his thumb finding and stroking her clit.
Matt watched as Kitty surged against the handcuffs, the muscles in her arms tight as her body arched into his determined thrusts. He smiled when she cried out his name and her legs flexed around his hips as the pleasure grew. He watched her breasts bounce on her chest in time with each drive of his hips against hers then let his gaze drop to where they were joined.
“Do you know what I love almost as much as I love eating you?” Matt asked her in a low voice, his eyes still focused between them as he continued to move inside her.
“What?” Kitty asked breathlessly.
“This…” he met her eyes briefly then dropped them again. “Watching my cock slide in and out of your pussy.”
“Oh god…” Kitty moaned. She’d known the answer, but hearing him say it, seeing the unmitigated lust darkening his blue eyes as he continued to watch his shaft move in and out of her, sent her desire skyrocketing. “…Matt…”
Matt groaned when Kitty squeezed her inner muscles around him and lifted his eyes to meet her gaze. He could see the need in her eyes, in the flush of her skin; felt an answering need in his own body as she tightened around him yet again. He wouldn’t last too much longer… the need to bury himself as deep inside Kitty as he could… to cum inside her was building to a level beyond his control. But he would make certain of her pleasure first, and… he would keep his promise to make her scream.
He slipped his arms beneath her legs, hooking the long limbs in the crook of his elbows as he leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of her. He immediately began moving in a steady rhythm of long, hard, deep strokes; grinding his pelvis against hers with every thrust.
Kitty writhed beneath him. Every nerve was on fire as the sensations… the pleasure… danced through her body. In and out, over and over, Matt continued to move inside her; merciless in his determination to make her scream. She bit her lips, fighting against the rising tension, refusing to give in.
“Don’t fight it, Kitty. Let go… cum for me,” he told her between each drive of his hips. “Let me hear you…”
She shook her head, even as overwhelming desire blazed in her blood, arousing a desperate hunger for the release he promised her. Kitty knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, knew that Matt would inevitably push her into orgasm, and elicit the scream he sought. But she wouldn’t make it easy on him… knowing the payoff would be worth it.
Matt smirked, and even as he battled against his own rising need for release, he continued to move inside her. He drove into her, pushing deeper with each thrust of his hips.
He grinned at her command and feeling her thighs begin to quiver, he started to piston his hips, driving his cock in and out of her wet sheath. In and out, harder with every plunge, he reveled in the sound of their bodies slapping together.
“Oh yes, Matt… just like that…” Kitty panted, her fingers flexing around the handcuffs. “…so good…”
He grunted as he felt the telltale tingles of his orgasm creep along his spine. “Oh shit… Kitty… I’m close…”
“Then cum…” she told him on a gasp as he began to thrust even harder. She flexed her inner muscles around his erection. “Cum, Matt… let me feel you cum inside me…”
Matt shook his head. “Not… yet…” he said in between each drive of his hips then lowered his head to whisper hotly in her ear. “Not until you scream my name.”
Kitty’s lips moved against his ear, whispering an order in a breathless voice, “Make me…”
“Yes, ma’am!” Releasing her left leg, Matt slipped his right hand between their bodies and found her clit, once again, with his thumb then began to drive his cock hard and fast into her, his balls swinging to slap against her ass with every thrust. He moved with singular purpose, withdrawing and pushing back into her… over and over.
“Cum, Kitty…” Matt growled, almost at the edge of his endurance and pressed firmly against her clit. “…cum…”
“MATT!!” Kitty screamed his name as she was suddenly consumed by a mind-shattering climax. Her body arched beneath his then thrashed wildly as the intense sensations coursed through her, seemingly without end.
Matt groaned as her body continued to writhe beneath him. The feel of her pussy pulsing around his cock was his undoing. He thrust one last time, pressing as deep inside her as he could, and came with a shout, bathing her insides with his juices.
“Oh, Matt…” Kitty murmured breathlessly as he collapsed against her, burying his face in her neck as she continued to shudder with the residual waves of her orgasm.
“Told you…” Matt managed, between breaths, to whisper against her skin.
Kitty laughed then moaned. “Matt… the cuffs…”
Dillon lifted his head and glanced up at her restrained hands then met her eyes, and smiled at her as he released her other leg then reached under the pillow and pulled out a set of keys. He dangled them in front of her for a moment then reached up and unlocked both sets of cuffs.
She released a sigh of relief as her arms fell to the pillows; the handcuffs dropping to clang against the brass bars of her bed.
“Okay?” Matt asked as he tossed the keys onto her night table and propped himself up on his elbows over her.
“Mmhmm,” Kitty replied as she wriggled her fingers. She smiled at him as she ran the tingling digits through his thick, damp hair. “Next time though… I get to be the bad Marshal and cuff YOU to the bed.”
Matt grinned lasciviously then rolled them onto their sides. He drew the sheet up over their cooling bodies then reached for her hands. “You sure you’re okay?” He asked, noting the red marks on her wrists.
“Yes,” she nodded but couldn’t help sighing with relief as he gently rubbed the marks. “That feels good,” she told him softly. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Matt replied, lifting her hands and pressing a kiss to each of her wrists before releasing her.
Kitty laid her hands against his chest, her fingers playing with the light sprinkling of hair. She smiled at him, her eyes bright as she leaned closer and brushed her lips over his. “I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” Matt responded in an equally quiet voice.
They shared another gentle, loving kiss before Kitty snuggled into Matt’s arms. She rested her head and hand on his chest; her fingers, once again, playing absently with his chest hair.
“You know…” Matt began softly several moments later, “I’m never going to be able to give Miranda with a straight face ever again”