The Marshal's Little Girl by Ava Sinclair Page A

picked up the doll. “Do you want her?” She looked up at him and he could see unspoken longing in her eyes. He picked up the doll. “Billy,” he said. “You need to learn to ask for what you want. Don’t be afraid.”
    “I’m not afraid,” she said. “I guess I just feel…” She looked down, and he put a finger under her chin and tipped it up.
    “Undeserving?” he asked.
    Her nod was barely perceptible.
    “Listen,” he said quietly, looking into her eyes. “If I give you something, it’s because you deserve it, whether it’s a whippin’ or a treat.” He smiled. “I happen to think you’ve been such a good girl on this trip, and so polite in front of that rude lady at the saloon, that you’ve earned yourself this here traveling companion. All right?”
    Now she was smiling, too. “Yes, papa. Thank you, papa.”
    There it was again. The word that thrilled him for reasons he couldn’t even explain. Gage paid for the doll.
    Outside a fresh team had been hooked to the stagecoach. To Gage’s relief, they were the only passengers for the final leg of the journey to their next stop, the train station. Gage watched Billy as she sat on the seat opposite him, playing with her doll. Once in a while the stage would bounce, and she would shift uncomfortably in her seat.
    “Do you need me to take it out?”
    She knew what he was referring to. He’d given her a short break from the plug that morning, reinserting it before they’d left, but now it was making the ride difficult. She nodded her head, and Gage uncrossed his legs and patted his lap.
    “Over.”
    She looked around nervously. “Here?”
    “No one can see,” he said.
    “But…”
    “Are you arguing with me, little one?”
    “No, papa.” She stood and carefully took a step toward him. Gage laid her across his lap and flipped her skirts up.
    “I love this little ass of yours,” he said as his large hand roamed her quivering cheeks. “I can’t wait until we’re settled into a nice room and I can stick my cock here…” He twisted the flange of the plug. “And put my tongue here.” He dipped his finger down and strummed her clit. She moaned and then whimpered as he withdrew the plug and dropped it in his coat pocket.
    “But you don’t need to be filled with a plug to remember you’re mine. Sometimes filling that little mouth works just as well.” He slid her from his lap and looked down into her trusting eyes. “Would you like to thank me properly for your doll?”
    “Yes,” she said, and moved her hands to push aside the coat from over his lap. Her touch was deft as she undid his trousers. She took him into her sweet little mouth, pulling at the base of his shaft as her head bobbed up and down, her tongue lathing the soft skin ridged with veins. He was so hard, and he held her gently by either side of the head as he pushed himself in, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat. He could feel the exhalation of air from her nose as it skimmed his curly pubic hairs. She didn’t resist, but relaxed her throat and breathed deeply as she deep-throated him, drawing her head back with tantalizing slowness before bringing it down again. Gage was fascinated as he watched his length disappear into her mouth. Her skill, juxtaposed against the complete innocence of her eyes from beneath her bonnet, her childish dress, her contented little noises… he could feel the tingling sensation that told him he was about to come.
    “This time, don’t swallow right away,” he said, his words coming between raspy breaths. “This time, I want you to show me…”
    The pulses began then as he shot spurts of cum into her mouth. He stood a little as he did, tilting Billy’s head slightly back.
    “Open,” he said hoarsely, as his cock slipped from between her lips. Billy obeyed, and the sight was so erotic that for a moment he thought he could come again just from what he was looking at. Her eyes were fixed on his, adoringly. From between her