Fertile Farms Bundle: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

I wanted to protest except the way he said mine made me hungry for him. I moaned, my dark hair flicked off my shoulder as he licked and kissed and nipped at my sensitive flesh. My hand went to his bicep, gripping it as my body ground beneath him.

I was horny as hell, and no matter how I tried to hide it, I couldn’t.

It became especially impossible when he slid his two hands up my thighs, and lifted my dress over my hips. With my pussy bare, there was no way to hide how glistening wet it was from his hungry gaze. No way I wanted to stop him as he kissed his way down between my legs, placing pecks and suckling kisses upon the soft inner flesh of my thighs, before finally coming to taste my pussy.

One lick of it and he was moaning with such vulgarity.

“Fuck, I forgot how good your cunt tastes,” he growled, lashing his tongue around my clit again immediately after, not wanting to take his mouth away from me for long.

I gasped, my hand gripping the sofa cushion as I lifted my hips towards him, not shy about wanting him to bury his face in me. I ground against him as his tongue swirled around me with expertise, and I only vaguely recalled that night we were together, and I taught him everything there was to know about eating me out.

And he remembered every last trick I’d taught him.

He devoured me not only with a great hunger and need, but such practiced attention to detail. Like my pussy had been enshrined in his memory ever since. He licked my cunny, suckled my clit and worked me so masterfully, not that I had a lot of choices about it. Though it’d be hard to argue I wanted him to stop.

I’d never had a lover who was so into it, so insatiably needy for my body, to taste my honey. He wanted it all, all of me, every part, and not just for his own physical gratification.

His need for me was more than just that. He needed to possess me, fully. Totally. As a woman and not just a plaything.

One of my legs was sprawled over the back of the sofa, the other wrapped around his head as he brought me to ecstasy faster than anyone else I’d ever been with. I couldn’t believe it was even happening, but my tummy tensed up and then it was just an explosion of bliss, and I knew I was making a mess all over his face and the expensive sofa but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything except how good he made me feel, and I screamed his name so loud I figured I’d wake the people in the basement dozens of floors below.

As I was still quaking in the wake of my mind-blowing orgasm, he was lapping it up. All of my juices were his to devour, bought with his blackmail and cunning. He kissed and teased my flesh before he finally pulled away.

“That’s my pussy, my dinner from now on, you hear me, Trisha?” he growled so commandingly as he stripped off his white shirt, revealing a sculpted chest, with pronounced pecs and chiseled abs. Such a gorgeous specimen of masculinity, and I hadn’t a doubt that it too was for me. All part of the obsessive snare laid to catch me, and I watched as his hand trailed down, undoing his pants.

I was transfixed, my body betraying me as I stared at him with such need. Need to feel what his cock was like. I couldn’t remember if we’d fucked before — probably not. I was a wicked cock tease in high school, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I’d left him aching.

I bit in on my lower lip, squirming to get closer to him. I’d never needed something, or someone, so bad in my life.

He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and I could see the cotton bulge of his manhood, that thick snake of a cock protruding. He tugged down both garments, and that meaty girth of his sprang out, so big, so perfectly shaped. It was a gorgeous specimen of manhood, and it throbbed in the air for me. Its desire so obvious.

Ash took hold of my hips and legs, positioned me just as he wanted as he got over me.

“And one more thing,” he said in a low, dark growl, his eyes staring into mine as he wiped away the last remaining juices from his face to lap them up too. “No condoms. No protection of any kind. Not with me, party girl,” and then he took hold of his dick, and lewdly slapped it to my pussy before teasing my entrance with his bare, purple crown.

I wish that cock didn’t do such horrible things to my mind, absolutely numbing my ability to protest. That was always my one rule. Always use a condom. To make sure I did? I didn’t go on the pill or anything like that. I didn’t want to tempt myself to ever break my rule.

And yet there he was, ordering me to.

I’d already cum, so I should’ve just said ‘f

uck it’. Walked out that door.

But then his cock teased along my clit and I sucked in a deep breath, quivering against him.

“I’m not on the pill,” I said, shaking my head and looking for where the hell I left my purse. “Always condoms.”

The purse was long gone, left with my girlfriends back at the club. Forgotten when I left with the man who was blackmailing me in such a lust filled hurry.

“No,” he growled to me simply, and paid me no heed as he teased my clit one final time, took one last tempting slide down along the length of my wet slit… then sank down into me. His bare cock filling me up like no other man had, our raw flesh touching, producing such a sensation that made every other care-free romp feel like a pale imitation. And he moaned deeply, his pleasure a low rumble as he shut his eyes for a moment and savoured his first penetration of his new captive.

“Ohhh fuck… no… never a condom. Not with me,” he stated so certainly.

I cried out, wanted to protest, and yet my body betrayed me again. He felt... amazing. So hot, and hard, throbbing with such intensity that I could barely believe. He was so big, and it just stole every last thought from me.

The idea of pushing him off of me was like a silly, weird thought that I could never go through with.

Instead, my body clenched him, begging him further into my hot little pussy.