Fertile Farms Bundle: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

But he’d found some way to tap into something that I’d hid so deep even I didn’t know it was there, and I couldn’t hide how my body was growing warm. That between my thighs, I was getting unbearably hot.

“Fuck you,” I hissed, but there was no fight to the words.

“Oh you will,” he replied without missing a beat, then pressed in. His lips met mine and he held nothing back. He kissed me deeply, passionately, grasping a hold of my body and face, his fingers running back through my hair as he ravenously hungered for me.

I could feel his fingers squeezing at my shapely flesh, his tongue lashing at mine as the music still thrummed around us.

I admit that I was even then questioning what I was doing, and I wasn’t used to that. Usually I did what felt good, and this... him?

He felt really good. His body was hard, his hands and mouth filled with passion, and he tasted like power.

But I knew he shouldn’t feel good, and that kept bringing me out of the kiss, even as my tongue warred with his.

For all he’d done to shake up my life, he shook me up physically too. His hands were all over me and he was ravenous for me. Years of repressed desire bubbling out before he even got his answer from me. He even got so daring as to grab and knead my ass as we stood there at the bar, until finally we broke apart and I stared into this intense, dark eyes of his.

“I have a penthouse suite while I stay here,” he said in a breathy, deep voice. “Come spend the night with me. And every night after. You’re mine now, princess. And I’ll keep you better than your parents ever could anyhow,” he pledged to me so vehemently.

That’s the point that I should’ve turned around and walked out and taken him to court or something. But that wasn’t who I am.

I’

m the girl that nodded her head because she was too horny to think straight. I’m the girl that found his sadistic obsession with me arousing. I’m the girl who needed him, bad.

The smugness was gone from his face, just sheer triumph took its place. He’d won, after all those years, and got the prize: me. He’d broke me down and claimed me, as he’d always wanted, and he was too excited to be anything else in his victory.

He led me out of the club, where a black, chauffeured sedan awaited us. The driver opened our door and Ash — I remembered his name at last — helped me on in, before climbing into the back and pouncing atop me again before the chauffer could even begin to drive.

It might’ve been one of the dumbest things I’d done, but it didn’t feel like it. Not as his hand ran up over my ribs, then down to my naked thigh. His palm pressed against my skin, grabbing me hard as he kissed my lips, making out with me so lewdly.

Lust took me over and I was squirming against him, wanting so bad to feel his hand on my hot, wet pussy.

We were like teenagers again in the back of his car, pawing, kissing, humping. He let his hand wander up my thigh and gave me just what I wanted too; he touched his finger to my hot, wet cunny, free of panties, and he gave a low growl of desire at finding it so bare.

It wasn’t a long drive, but in that time he stoked my fires higher. He teased my clit, circled it with his thumb and squeezed at my breast through my dress. All the while, his mouth worked against mine, quieting my nearly constant moans.

I couldn’t remember ever being more turned on in my life.

He was just as ravenous and as the car came to a stop outside the swankiest hotel in the whole city, we could barely tear ourselves away from each other.

My hips bucked towards him, our bodies all tangled up as I reached out, touching against his hard-on through his pants, stroking him so wantonly. I pulled away for just long enough to look at him from beneath my thick lashes, and I knew I couldn’t hold myself back from him.

He had to pull me from the car, lift me up out of it in fact. Though as I struggled to pull my dress down to a semi-decent level, we were walking up the stairs into the posh hotel front, making our way to the elevator.

He inserted his key for his private suite floor, and then before the doors were even shut, we were at it again. He lifted my one leg up to his hip, stroked along to my ass as our lips smacked, and he was grinding against me, pinning me to the mirrored wall of the elevator.

Though once the elevator came to a halt at his fabulously opulent penthouse, we only barely managed to get through the door before it shut again. He held me up in his arms, fondling and kissing me as we made our way towards the plush, round sofa.

He was such a colossal jerk, and really, it’d be easy to say I was only doing it because he was blackmailing me.

But because he was blackmailing me, oh man... I totally wanted it. Him. He’d built his entire world around getting me, and maybe it’d be smart to play coy, but my body was having none of that. No games, to teasing.

I broke from his kiss and immediately he went down my throat, sucking on my neck, claiming me like an animal with his love bites.

Those big hands of his pawed at me, he nipped and kissed at my neck, and all the while I could feel the pulse of his desire through his impressively sized cock. Feel the way it ground against my supple flesh, the way he so desperately needed me.

He released me only long enough to shed his blazer, growling as he suckled at my neck.

“You’re mine at last,” he said between suckling kisses.