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By Any Other Name	By : cowgirl65 Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley Views: 2467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I in no way own The Big Valley, the characters or situations from the show. I make no money from writing this, just the personal satisfaction of (hopefully!) entertaining those who love the show as much as I do.

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Thanks to my friend who helped out so much in the development of this story. You know who you are :)

“How long have you been working here?” Jarrod asked of the voluptuous blonde as he quickly removed his clothing.
“About… about a week,” she stammered, a bit intimidated by the incredible Barkley reputation and the even more incredible male organ she saw unsheathed in front of her.
Jarrod wasted no time in settling himself on the bed and spread her inviting thighs to kneel between them. “Well,” he said with a ravishingly sexy smile, “I’ll tell you what’s going to happen. First,” and he grabbed his engorged flesh to graze her entrance, “I’m going to ram this hot piece of Barkley beef in you so hard you scream.” His words were a bit alarming to the young whore, but the sultry tone in which they were said sent a surge of heat between her legs. She looked into brilliant blue eyes that were gleaming devilishly.
“Then I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly you’ll be begging me for mercy.”
Her breath quickened as he leaned over and took her lips in a fiery kiss and his tongue took possession of her mouth as his manhood pressed against her.
“You might not walk straight for a few days,” Jarrod whispered playfully in her ear and his tongue darted out to caress the soft lobe, “but I guarantee you’ll never have a better time. We can keep going as long and hard as you need and I promise I won’t give up until you’re thoroughly satisfied.” He positioned himself above her and gazed at her intently. “Are you up for it?”
She nodded, unable to speak. Jarrod’s fingers slipped down to find the blonde dripping wet and he pinched her clit slightly to make her gasp. All of a sudden, she felt a powerful force as Jarrod rammed his cock inside her, not stopping until his pelvis hit hers. He was so big, she felt like she might split in two and a whimper escaped her parted lips as he held himself there.
“I think you need a moment to adjust,” he said with wicked enjoyment, “so while we wait…” He took a rosy nipple in his mouth, biting and sucking as he kept himself pressed hard inside her. The incredible fullness gradually changed from discomfort to increasing pleasure and she found herself wanting more.
Jarrod sensed it and he pushed himself up on his arms to gaze at her, blue eyes dark with lust. “About what I said before,” he murmured, his deep baritone sending shivers up her spine, “I do like it rough.” He pulled back until just the tip of his penis remained inside her and then plunged into her again. “But I have no intention of hurting you, and if it gets to be too much, all you have to do is say so.” He slammed into her yet again and she moaned.
“Oh, god, I’ve never felt anything so incredible…”
Jarrod smiled and settled his weight on top of her, pushing her thighs further apart as he continued to pound into her hot pussy. He loved a good fuck, always had, and now it was the one thing that could truly keep the memory of his slain wife out of his mind. It seemed as though the blonde appreciated it too from the way she had her legs wrapped around him and was gripping his back. Her body bucked beneath him as he continued his assault.
Jarrod prided himself on his self-control and it was the rare time that he didn’t take his partner to climax at least once before he succumbed himself. He closed his eyes and revelled at being encased in that hot tightness as his hips continued their punishing rhythm.
“Come on, baby,” he encouraged, “cum for me. I want to feel it, beautiful, I want to feel you cum around me.” He pushed himself up again, maintaining his momentum as he once more took her breast between his teeth and ravished it with his tongue and lips. Balancing on one arm, Jarrod slid the other under her knee and pulled it up to penetrate even deeper.
“Oh!” she cried. “Oh, my god!” Her cries turned into a scream as her muscles convulsed wildly around him. The screams subsided into moans and the moans into whimpers as Jarrod continued to thrust into her. He kept assaulting her oversensitive flesh and didn’t give her a chance to come down from the height to which he’d taken her. He pounded away as the aftershocks of her orgasm squeezed his cock deliciously and feeling his penis swell even larger, Jarrod let go. He continued to thrust furiously as his balls tightened against the base of his shaft and he was overcome with waves of euphoria as he shot stream after stream of hot ejaculate deep within her. His world exploded in flashes of white-hot light before reality slowly pulled itself back together as his penis continued to pulse. Gulping in huge breaths of air, Jarrod stayed buried within her until he eventually came back to himself and his manhood softened and slipped out of its own accord.
Jarrod moved off slowly and took in the delicious sight of her swollen lips and the flush on her face that extended down her neck and across her chest. Knowing he could do that to a woman was an incredible turn on for the lawyer. He felt his member twitch again and wondered if she would be up for another round. If she was, he was definitely up for it as well and could go all night, morning meetings be damned.

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“You drive a hard bargain, Jarrod.” The tall, urbane man stood from his chair and extended his hand. Jarrod shook it with a self-satisfied expression on his face.
“Anything I can do to keep my clients happy, Nat,” he told his former classmate. “And I think Cal Percy is going to be very happy with this agreement.”
Nat Springer shook his head ruefully. “I told my client not to expect miracles when I found out you were representing the other side,” he said with a chuckle. Jarrod walked him to the door and Springer retrieved his hat from the coat stand. “Why don’t you buy me a drink?’ the other lawyer suggested slyly. “I think I’ll need it when Adamson fires me.”
Jarrod chuckled. “Other plans, Nat. See you around.” He closed the door behind the other man and returned to his desk with a sense of satisfaction. Springer’s smug demeanour irked him and there was a personal sense of accomplishment in besting the man.
Jarrod sat and made sure everything was in order for tomorrow’s court appearance. Then, as had happened that day more times than he could count, Jarrod’s mind wandered back to the previous night and the soft curves of the woman who had pleasured him until the wee hours of the morning. He shook his head as his body responded to the remembered images and he had to readjust his growing erection when it was pinched by the seam of his pants.
She was just another good lay, he told himself, only one of many women he’d paid for physical satisfaction and release since the death of his wife. He picked up the picture from his wedding to Beth and looked sadly at her lovely face. He thought back to their wedding night just over a year ago and how Beth trembled as he took her virginity as gently as he could. Nothing like the wild sex of the night before.
Jarrod closed his eyes as the image of his wife’s sweet body was replaced with the generous curves and golden tresses of the whore writhing beneath him, crying his name, urging him harder and faster as the night went on. She’d seemed a bit shy at first, but the blue-eyed beauty had quickly responded to Jarrod’s voracious carnal appetite. The rough and almost brutal sex was a far cry from the genteel lovemaking of his brief six days of married life. Not that he hadn’t enjoyed being with Beth and teaching her of the pleasures of the bedroom, but Jarrod wondered if she would ever have enjoyed the kind of fucking he had indulged in last night.
Jarrod chastised himself and gripped Beth’s portrait tighter. What was he doing, comparing his beloved wife to a common whore? But she isn’t common, a little voice told him, or you wouldn’t be getting a hard-on just thinking about her.
Shut up, he told the voice as he turned back to his paperwork and tried to ignore the burning in his groin. But when he left his office for the day, Jarrod’s feet took him toward a certain house at the edge of the waterfront district and he stood for a long while, gazing at one of the upstairs windows before finally going inside.
“Jarrod,” the elegantly coifed madam gushed, “this is a surprise. Two nights in a row?”
Jarrod gave her a dashing smile. “I couldn’t stay away,” he confessed. “I was wondering if…” Jarrod paused and for the first time, realized he didn’t even know the name of the woman he’d been fantasizing about all day. “If the girl I was with last night was available.”
The proprietress raised an eyebrow. “After what I heard from her room last night, I’m surprised she can even walk.” Jarrod had the grace to blush slightly. “I’ll go ask.”
She came back immediately with a smile and motioned for Jarrod to follow. “I think the other girls will be disappointed if you don’t spread your favors around,” she whispered as she opened the door for him, “I know I will.” A shiver went down Jarrod’s spine as her tongue darted out and lightly caressed his ear. He stepped inside and all else was forgotten as he saw the object of his desire standing there, clad only in a black lace corset and gartered lace stockings.
“Oh, god,” he groaned as his manhood swelled painfully, “you have no idea what you do to me.”
Her eyes strayed to the front of his pants. “I might have some idea,” she murmured and Jarrod strode over to her quickly, grabbing her tightly and taking her lips in a fevered kiss. Her hands slid down and unfastened his pants to let his magnificent erection loose. Jarrod moved, not letting go of her and pinned her against the wall. He lifted her until her entrance was positioned over his penis and thrust upward, impaling her violently on his shaft. Crushing her against the wall, Jarrod pounded into her, his tongue assaulting her mouth, fucking and fucking her until he exploded, continuing to plunge into her with short, sharp thrusts, almost blacking out as his knees crumpled and he sank to the floor, still holding her tightly in his lap.
“God, baby,” Jarrod moaned as he came back to himself and showered her face and lips with tiny kisses. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself…”
She reached up and smoothed back the lock of hair that curled over his forehead. “That’s all right,” she told him softly as she rested her head on his shoulder. “So are you planning to stay for a while? If so, you might be more comfortable without the suit.”
Jarrod chuckled as he realized he was still fully dressed, with the exception of his pants being undone and his softening manhood still inside her. “Are you sure you want me to stay?” he asked mischievously. His hands caressed her back as she tugged off his tie and her blue eyes gleamed.
“I think you said last night you wouldn’t give up until I was thoroughly satisfied,” she replied with a wicked smile of her own. Her fingers nimbly unbuttoned his vest and shirt as he unhooked her corset. She slid her hands underneath his shirt, running them over the firm muscle of his chest as his lips took hers, more gently this time, but no less passionately. Letting her go, Jarrod stood and reached down to remove his boots before pushing his pants off his hips. He jerked slightly in surprise when his softened member was suddenly engulfed in a moist warmth.
“I though it was my turn to pleasure you,” he groaned as she sucked him to hardness, her fingers grabbing his ass. Her lips left him as she stood and just smiled before she walked seductively over to the bed and sat to pull off her stockings. She spread her legs wide as she tugged the lace over her knee and Jarrod had a full view of her glistening wet lips. He saw the milky strands of his cum clinging to the tangled hair and quickly sank to his knees to lean forward and gently lick them off. He eyed the swollen bud at the top of her cleft and moved his tongue over it lightly before grabbing it with his lips and sucking hard.
She gasped as he thrust two fingers into her. Her muscles were already clenching as he drove them in again and again while his tongue continued to lavish her clit. As her body tensed, he felt the pulsing of her climax and relished the juices that came with it.
Jarrod straightened up as she relaxed and kissed her, her cum still on his lips. “Now, that doesn’t mean I’m giving up, unless you want me to.” She just laughed and put her arms around him, pulling Jarrod to lie on the bed beside her.
“You were right when you said I’d never have a better time,” she reminded him, “and don’t want anyone but you in my bed tonight.”
“What would you say to every night?”
She stopped in the midst of taking off his shirt, surprised. “What do you mean?”
Jarrod paused. He surprised even himself with that statement. What did he mean, indeed?
“I was wondering if you’d be willing to be my mistress,” he said slowly, thinking things through as he spoke. “That way, you never have to have anyone else in your bed and I can have you anytime I want.” He gazed at the blue eyes looking down on him, drawn to them. “I’ll provide you with a place to live and a substantial fee, you just have to provide me with yourself. And one other thing,” he added and pulled her down on him as she smiled.
“And what’s that?”
“You do have to tell me your name,” he said, blue eyes gleaming teasingly.
She laughed. “It’s Heather. Heather Thomson.”
Jarrod tucked the long strand of blonde hair that was tickling his chest behind her ear. “Does that mean you accept?”
Heather kissed him playfully. “I accept. Do we seal the agreement with a handshake?”
“I think we can find something much more meaningful than a handshake,” Jarrod suggested, his voice deep and sultry as he pulled her tightly to him, lips plundering hers, hands once more waking each of them to ecstasy.
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