Planting His Seed

Maybe his words should scare me, have me running in the other direction. But I want everything he is describing and more .

“Do you fucking want this in you, stretching you, making you cry out in pleasure?” he says and I look down at his cock. “Do you want me to shoot my load deep in your body?” My mouth dries. “Do you want me to pop that cherry of yours ?”

“Oh. God,” I moan. I am so ready for him, and I know as soon as he claims me there is no going back. “I want all of that and more .”

I will be his irrevocably .Chapter 15CarsonI ’m driving myself crazy making her admit over and over that she wants this. Maybe somewhere in the back of my mind I’m feeling guilty for taking her, maybe even hoping that she’ll call this off so I don’t feel like I’m corrupting her. She deserves better than a broken down farmer who is years too old for her. I can’t stop myself, though, and I can’t let her go—not anymore .

“I’m going to do my best to make sure I don’t hurt you, Jenny .”

I move beside her, keeping her on her back. For a minute I just take in the fact that Jenny is finally on my bed. That she’s finally here and she’s finally mine. I commit it to memory. A picture in my mind that will always be there. Her pupils are dilated with desire, her hair is fanned against the pillows, and her naked body is bathed in the pale light of the room. I take it all in and I know that as long as I live, nothing will ever be as great as this moment. Nothing will ever touch it .

“You couldn’t hurt me, Carson. You’d never hurt me,” she whispers, her trust in me so complete that I can feel it in her words. It settles inside of me, soothing me as nothing else can .

I move my fingers over her body. My hand is darkened from years of working in the field under the hot sun. It looks even darker against her pale white skin .

I let my callused fingers slide down her neck, across her breasts to her stomach. Taking my time and committing it all to my memory. I’ve wanted it for so long, I need this time. I can’t rush this .

Slowly I make my way between her legs, to the very center of her. I let my fingers drift against the outside of her pussy. The lips are wet, coated with her desire for me. Her breathing is ragged, echoing in the room even louder than my own. With each breath her stomach moves, and her fingers, which are digging into my hips, flex. Her gaze is glued to me—watching everything I do and waiting for more .

I let my fingers slide between the lips of her pussy, her desire gathering on them. Her soft gasp of need is music to my ears .

“You’re wet for me, Jenny .”

“Carson, please. Stop torturing me. I need you,” she cries softly, her head pushing back against her pillow, her hips thrusting out to try and take my fingers deeper. I don’t let her. I can’t let her hurt herself. I need to make this good for her .

“I just need to make sure you’re ready for me, Jenny. I’d rather cut off my hand than hurt you, sweetheart,” I explain, even though the feel of her pussy clinging to my fingers and the gentle sway of her hips trying to ride me is enough to drive me insane .

“I’m ready, Carson. I’ve wanted you forever. I need you,” she whispers, her hand coming up to gently hold the side of my face. I press my lips to hers. A gentle kiss, because the love I feel inside for this woman right now outweighs even my need. Our tongues dance slowly, intricately, and caress each other. It’s unlike any kiss I’ve ever given a woman—but then I’ve never loved anyone but Jenny .

When we break apart, I move so that I am over her. Her hands grip my biceps and I look down into her soft gaze, hoping she can see how much she means to me .

“I’m claiming you, Jenny. You’re never getting away from me now. From this moment on…you’re mine. ” I tell her, for the simple reason that I can .

I position my cock at her entrance. Our gazes lock with one another .

“I’ve always been yours,” she whispers .

“Keep your gaze on me, Jenny. Don’t look away. I want to watch your expression as I take your virginity,” I order her. My voice is gruff. The tight leash I’ve kept on my desire is nearing a breaking point. It’s killing me to be sweet with her now, but this is her first time. She deserves this and more. It’s my job to make sure she’s always protected now, that she is always happy and cared for—that she knows how special she is .