Jake didn’t relent throughout it, his thumb pressed upon her clit, circling it as he fucked her harder, faster. His thick, pulsating cock pummeling her tight cunt through her climax as he built towards his own.
His thick, dark hairy chest glistened with a thin sheen of perspiration beneath the rugged peppering, and he grunted, moaned. His whole face contorting as he built towards his release.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “Gonna cum in your little cunt,” he growled, and he was so close, his dick swelling, his balls tightening.
But she was lost for words, lost for thought. Instead she simply floated through that feeling of euphoria, the powerful wave of orgasm crashing over her again and again as her juices began to run down his length, over his balls.
Her body trembled and shook beneath him, her nails digging into his back as she screamed and moaned, writhing desperately. She wanted more, she wanted release, and she got it in abundance.
Then he did too.
That bulging cock exploded, thick streams of his virile cum blasting deep into her fertile depths. His rich seed seeking out her womb as he plastered her virginal insides with his unrestrained cream.
He bucked wildly atop her, made her body rock and shake as he emptied every last spurt and drop of his loins into her. Their two sweaty, glistening bodies coming not to a halt, but a gradual, slowly end. The each of them milking each other, for every last dribble of seed and honey, every last twinge of pleasure. Until he was panting over her, landing kiss after kiss down her neck, along her shoulders.
Her nails stopped digging into his flesh, instead going to his hair, rubbing him there, feeling so many new sensations.
Physically and mentally. She was pantin’ and trying to make sense of it all, but every time his tongue ran along her flesh, she was lost to the pleasures of the flesh once more.
The two of them were one for hours as he took her again, and seeded her fertile valley once more. Though as night fell upon them, and they came to another panting, shuddering halt, she looked out and in a panic realized the time.
“I’ve got to go!” she said breathily, frantically squirming out from under him, letting his cock slip from her folds and his seed to dribble down her inner leg. “Pa will kill me!” she said as she raced to get her dress back on.
“You’ll be back, right?” he asked, reclining upon the bed, nude and glistening in all his male glory, his cock resting against his thigh, spent twice over.
He was gorgeous, and looking at him gave her pause. She didn’t think she’d ever be allowed to leave home again, not smellin’ as she was, lookin’ all mussed up. Her pa’d know right away what she’d been up to, and she drew in her lower lip nervously.
He sat up, reached out and took her wrist, clasping his hand in his as he smiled.
“If you’re not back by tomorrow… I’ll come claim you with my own two hands,” he pledged, lifting her hand up to kiss the back of it. “And nothin’ or nobody will stop me. So God help me.”
Laura’s Innocence - Book 2
Book Themes:
Breeding, Barely Legal, and Bad Boy
Word Count:
4,940
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Laura had never been courted by a man before, but after her first time with Jake, she felt like she got a taste of what it was like. He insisted on her not walking back through the woods in the dark alone, and came along with her to the edge of her father’s property. The big, broad man escorting her along had a way of making her feel so safe and secure.
What they’d done had been a sin, she knew that. Sex before marriage was just the worst thing ever! But he kept his arm around her the whole way back, and she had trouble seeing it as anything but sweet and romantic.
Though once she was back in the clutches of her father, everything got ugly. She only thanked the Lord that Jake had the foresight to take her to the creek to wash the scent of sex from her before taking her on home.
Her father
had yelled his head off, and no excuses would work. She’d gone to get her basket back after being startled the day before, but she fell in the creek. He’d hear none of it!
He sent her to bed without supper and promised lashings come the morning. And he delivered too.
She wasn’t allowed off the farm the whole next day, and she started to grow worried. Jake promised he’d be back for her if she didn’t show up that night, but there was no way she’d sneak off. Her father was watching her like a hawk with its eyes upon a hare.
“You’ll not be let loose on your own for some time, young lady,” he said to her, arms crossed over his chest, looking so angry. “You can’t be trusted off the farm.”