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Rebecca can’t deny her body’s needs any longer. She wants a baby and she wants one now. But with her boyfriend’s rejection will she ever get what she so desperately wants?
Wealthy CEO Lockland Darcy can give her exactly what she needs. He’s offering a home and fortune in return for her willingness to become the mother of his children.
An erotic short story about two people looking to breed. A night of scorching bareback sex will leave them both very satisfied.
Warning: This title is for adults only. Contains scenes of graphic bareback unprotected sex, breeding and pregnancy themes.
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As you may or may not know I’ve started writing a series of smutty shorts for Spank the Naughty Maid Presents and a series called Dirty, Filthy Smut. Essentially it’s a variety series celebrating all the kinks and themes erotica has to offer and I’m having a blast writing so many different types of sex stories.
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Alone in the silence of the dim lamplight she felt totally calm. The kettle hissed softly and the tinkling of spoon in delicate cup and splash of boiling water were homey and familiar. She didn’t feel homesick exactly, more a slight ache for her own familiar space. Living alone so long could do that she supposed.
“Couldn’t sleep?” The voice came so suddenly Alice whipped around, eyes wide.
Luke was leaning casually against the bench. His hair was tousled and his wide chest was bare. A pair of loose silk pyjama pants hung off his hips. Looking him up and down Alice felt her traitorous body respond to his proximity and she didn’t miss the way his gaze moved over her own silk shorts and tank-top.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” she said lamely and offered a shaky smile. “Can I make you a cup?” She held up the box of tea.
He smiled sardonically and shook his head. “You think you’re pretty clever don’t you?”
She blinked. “I do?” What the hell was he talking about?
“Just couldn’t let it go, huh? So you tracked down my brother, wheedled your way into my home, my family.”
Her mouth actually fell open. “Excuse me? You… You’re joking. You must be joking because what you’re implying is insane.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “You said it.”
She nearly laughed out loud. “No, you can’t possibly think…” There was no point finishing that sentence. “Could you be any more egotistical? It’s been a year, Luke.”
He shrugged one muscled shoulder. “And yet here you are.”
“Yes, here I am, with your half-brother with a different last name and looks nothing like you.”
“Quite a coincidence.”
“They do happen; admittedly this one is a little more awkward but still just a coincidence.”
“I don’t like them.”
She laughed under her breath and turned back to her tea. “Feel free to write the Oxford Dictionary and have them remove the word.”
She made a face and took a sip from the delicate cup. The whole conversation was ridiculous and she wasn’t going to take part any longer.
“Still,” he murmured and he was suddenly right behind her, his mouth was by her ear, the heat of his larger body radiating against her back. “Two wealthy men in the space of a year. Some might say you have a kink.”
Her breath hitched but she didn’t respond, instead taking another sip as though he wasn’t there at all.
He chuckled and his hot breath gusted against her nape. His fingers hovered millimetres off the flesh of her bare arm and drifted down to hover over her wrist.
Her skin broke out in goosebumps but she was determined not to react, instead she focused on her breathing. In and out, in and out.
He dipped his mouth till it hovered just above the hot spot on her shoulder; he knew that spot, the spot that made her lower body tingle and heat. He blew hotly against the spot, still not touching her and she sank her teeth into her bottom lip to stop from moaning.
“Impressive,” he murmured. “You remembered you’re training.”
The words were out so suddenly she couldn’t stop them. “Yes, sir.”
His lips brushed the spot and she trembled. It was a reward for her obedience and her body joyed in it even as her mind protested.
“Talk,” he commanded. “Truth.”
“You rejected me,” she whispered. “I won’t lie – it hurt but I moved on and met Jacob. I didn’t know you were related.”
“It’s no secret. Have you been under a rock?”
She bristled and blinked back tears of humiliation. “I don’t keep up with tabloid gossip.”
“I believe you.” He pressed a kiss to her throat. Another reward, her pussy tightened in response. “You just have a thing for rich men then?”
“I don’t care about his money, or yours,” she added as an afterthought.
“Are you sure? That pretty necklace you were wearing cost more than you earn in a year.” He ran a single finger around her throat, tracing the line where the necklace had been just hours earlier. “I can buy you diamonds if you want them.”
Alice inhaled sharply. What was he saying? “You didn’t want me.” Was the only reply she had.
“I didn’t want a girlfriend,” he said gently grazing his lips across her sensitive earlobe. “I never said I didn’t want you.”
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Another Christmas all alone. Ben should have been used to it by now but he was starting to wonder if it would ever stop hurting, if he would ever be able to enjoy this holiday again.
It had been five years tonight. The argument. The storm. The way she threw her hands in the air and stomped out. It was a stupid fight. Any other night they would have made-up with a bout of hot steamy sex but not that night. She took a drive to calm her nerves but it was Christmas Eve, it was raining hard. No way could she have seen the drunk driver.
Ben died that night too. Now every Christmas Eve he packed up and took a trip into the mountains. He couldn’t bare the celebrations and the words ‘Merry Christmas’ sent pain through his chest.
As the moon hung high and heavy above and the fire crackled and popped Ben finally felt himself relax. It was so perfect out here. The smell of burning wood and the wilderness was intoxicating.
He jumped when a branch snapped. Turning he let out a nervous laugh when a tall, silky looking reindeer stepped out of the woods. It was beautiful. Big brown eyes, shiny smooth fur, antlers set atop her head should have looked awkward but looked perfect somehow.
It didn’t seem scared at all. Carefully he reached out his hand and was surprised when she didn’t pull away. Under his fingers her fur was even softer then it looked and to his pleasure she nuzzled his hand.
Then right before his eyes she started to sparkle, shimmer… And as his disbelieving eyes widened the beautiful reindeer transformed into something very different.
She was a head shorter than him. But he knew those large brown eyes and her long silky brown hair fell down her back and over her shoulders, coving what looked like large, high breasts.
She was naked. She was smiling at him. When she dropped to her knees and opened his pants he was already rock hard.
Her brown eyes never left his as she engulfed his cock in her hot mouth.
“Oh. My. God.” His voice came out a long series of groans as she worked her beautiful mouth over his dick.
So hot and wet and tight. Her lips slid over the sensitive tip, up his shaft and back again. Sucking, licking, stroking. He combed his fingers into her hair and held on tightly, letting her set the pace, letting her suck his cock the way she wanted… The way he wanted.
Fuck it was like she was enjoying a lollypop the way she moaned around him and sucked him deep into her mouth so the head bumped against the back of her throat.
It didn’t take long. It had been such a long time since he’d been touched by a woman that a few long deep strokes of her mouth, a few good hard sucks and a flick of her tongue sent him over the edge. He let out a yell as the pleasure rushed through his groin and he watched wide-eyed as the hot little vixen swallowed his cum.
It took him a moment to recover but soon enough he had his breath back and looked to see her laying on the ground, her legs wide apart and her pussy parted, full bush splitting like a flower to reveal her clitty and tiny pink hole.
Ben was rock hard again but he wanted to take it slower this time. When he dipped his head between her thighs she looked at him, surprised but then smiled and lay back, moaning eagerly as he licked his tongue up her pussy from hole to clit.
Her whole body was trembling as he licked her, fucking her with his tongue then sucking her clit between his lips and sucking, flicking till she came apart, coming on his mouth as he held her thighs firmly in place. Her cry of pleasure was like music and bells on the wind and her eyes were glazed and smiling when he crawled up her body and slammed his dick into her still contracting cunt.
She wrapped her whole body around him and held on content to simply feel as he fucked her hard and fast into the snow. Under the moon and stars ben pumped his cock into her incredibly tight cunt again and again. She felt so fucking good, squeezing his dick, swallowing it in her pussy that all too soon he felt that warm hum in his balls.
Slowly he pulled free but her cry of frustration was soon squelched when he flipped her onto all fours and eased his cock back into her tight cunt from behind. He bit into his bottom lip and fought for control as he pulled nearly all the way out and eased back in. it just felt so fucking good he wanted to feel every twinge, every tight inch of her cunt as it slowly enveloped his dick over and over.
She moaned and writhed beneath him. Her body was so long and smooth and shone like alabaster in the moonlight, her lustrous chestnut hair hanging over her right shoulder, showing the long stretch of her back. Ben slid one hand down her back and delivered a sharp smack to her perfect round ass.
Her cry of delight and tightening muscles of her pussy told him that she liked that very much. He did it again and again. Finally she looked over her shoulder at him, her huge brown eyes almost black with passion.
He gripped her hips and fucked her. Thick hard cock into tight wet cunt again and again. Long and deep and hard his thrusts got faster and faster. So fucking tight. So fucking good. He reached around rubbed her clit till her body suddenly rose up, tensed and contracted around his dick, milking, pulsing, squeezing till white hot heat exploded in the back of his head and his cock flexed in her cunt sending streams of cum deep into her still trembling body.
The next morning Ben woke by the embers of his fire. Sitting up he scratched his head and looked around. Had it all been a dream?
He stood up and with a rush of excitement he looked down at the footprints in the snow. Footprints too small to be his led into the woods but half way they changed into clear hoof-prints.
They led further and he followed only to find himself in another clearing not so far from his own campground. There was a tent and a rekindled fire crackling. A pretty blonde woman knelt in cut-offs that showed her nice legs and a slightly too tight checked blouse, feeding wood into the flame.
“Hi,” he said, not wanting to give her a fright or look like a perve. “Sorry I was following a reindeer.”
She looked up at him, cautious at first but her face soon broke into a warm smile. It was like the sun breaking through storm clouds.
“Beauty wasn’t she?” The woman poured two cups of tea and held one out to Ben. When he took one and sat by the fire she said, “Merry Christmas.” And for the first time in five years it didn’t hurt. He smiled back into her blue eyes and pretty face and said, “Merry Christmas.”
Office Party. Almost Midnight. Someone’s singing Christmas carols out of tune just outside the office door. Usually I just drink too much, maybe puke somewhere embarrassing. Not tonight.
I’m pretty sure my boss, Jack has no idea who I am, he was pretty drunk when he grabbed me by the hand and dragged me in here. He just wanted to fuck and lucky for him, so did I or we’d be in the police station by now. He didn’t seem interested in anything other than bending me over his desk, shoving aside my panties and cramming himself into my tight cunt.
Now he was giving me the fuck of my life. He didn’t give my body time to adjust to his thick cock; he just started thrusting right away. Pulling nearly all the way out only to plough back in, again and again, taking my cunt hard and fast and rough the way I like.
It doesn’t take long with him grunting above me, his dick stretching my cunt, my fingers rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts. I let out a breathless yell when my climax hits in a rush of light and pleasure and he groans when my pussy clamps around him. Three more thrusts and his cum floods me till I can feel it dripping down my thighs.
“That was fucking incredible, Pam,” he gasps as he buttons his pants and strolls out. “You’re fired.”
I stand there with my mouth open and barely manage a, “What?”
“You fucked the boss – Me – It’s against company policy.” He waved a hand and took another drink. “It was in your contract. You’ll get your dismissal papers and severance pay in a day or two. Oh yeah, Merry Christmas.”
I sat there for a full minute. Mouth still hanging open. That fucking asshole!
Lucky my name wasn’t Pam.
“Fuck this is so wrong.” I mutter between my teeth when my back hits the wall and my pants hit the floor.
All I can do is watch as the sexiest Santa I’ve ever seen drops to her knees in front of me. She’s wearing the full red suit but this one clings to her curves. She’s also wearing the full white beard. That is the wrong part.
The white polyester moustache tickles my lower belly and the beard tickles my balls and none of that matters because right this second my dick is sliding into her hot wet mouth.
Her incredible tits are pushing out against the red coat, buttons are almost popping but it’s the beard that’s making my cock rock hard. How fucked up is that?
“That’s it… Ooh suck me, Santa.”
So. Fucking. Wrong.
“Call me Santa,” he says as he delivers a sharp smack to my ass. “You’ve been a bad little elf, haven’t you, tipsy? Drinking on the job, playing with the toys. I could smell your slutty scent on the dildos you know.”
“I’m sorry, Santa,” I moan and let out a yelp when he smacks my tender butt cheek again.
There must be a red handprint there my now. Angry and red, it feels so hot and sort of tingly as the sting subsides. He spanks my bottom again and again and soon my pussy is clenching and flooding with each slap of that large hand on my sensitive ass cheek.
When his hand stops and comes to rest on my thigh I nearly protest but then his hand slides up the inside to where my pussy is heavy and waiting to be touched.
“So wet, my little elf.”
“Touch me,” I moan wriggle my butt as best I can, not easy when bent over his knee.
“You promise to be a good girl next year?” he asks as his fingers delve between my soaking folds to stroke over my clit.
He chuckles and drags his thumb over my clit as one long finger circles my tiny little hole. “Yes, I’ll be a good girl? Or yes, Fuck me?”
I cry out impatiently and buck against his hand. “I’ll be a good girl! Now fuck me, Santa!”
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My back crashes against the door and before I can gasp a breath he is crashing against me. He grabs my hands and pulls them high, pinning them with one of his own then reaches down to yank up my skirt and rip off my panties.
We don’t have long, minutes maybe until the carollers finish singing and his mum and my dad return to finish decorating the tree. But I’m so wet right now it doesn’t matter. We’ve been sending secret signals all evening with eyes and lips so by the time our chance finally arrived we were both ready to pop.
“Say it,” he hisses as he pulls my leg up to rest on his hip and opens his pants with urgent fingers.
“Fuck me, big brother,” I reply and my words send wicked shots of arousal through us both.
Looking into my eyes he angles his body, positions his thick cock and thrusts inside.
We both moan but there is no time for gentleness. Gripping my hips he thrusts hard and fast into my cunt, grunting with each deep plunge.
“Sweet… Sweet baby sister.” He gasps into my ear, his hips rocking faster, grinding against me just right.
My climax is rushing towards me, so fast, too fast. My head falls back and hits the door I can’t help it. Just feels so good. My step-brother’s dick is stretching and pumping so deep, slamming against my clit and driving me higher.
His hand clamps over my mouth seconds before I can scream my pleasure and the feel of his large hand over my mouth is so darkly erotic I come all over again. Three long thrusts of his cock into my hungry cunt and he stiffens, grunting into my hair as his cum floods my pussy.
The carolers finish and we break apart. The front door closes, my step-brother buttons and zips his pants and I pull down my skirt and flatten my hair. Footsteps grow closer on the hard wood floor and we settle back at our places by the tree, I’m hanging tinsel while he hangs the balls. We turn and smile innocently when our parents return.
I notice him snatch something from the tree and almost laugh out loud when I see that he’s hastily hiding my panties in his pocket.
In all Annabelle’s eighteen years she’d never seen a man like him. Tall and broad he had large muscular arms, not like a bodybuilder but like a man who knew how to work, a man who chopped wood and used his hands all day.
Those hands… She loved those hands. His fingers were long and thick and work-worn, every time she watched his hands she wondered what they would feel like running over her heated flesh.
She wanted his touch so badly; wanted to feel his fingers combing through her long black hair. She longed to feel those hips and thick thighs between her own slender ones; she longed to feel the tip of his thick erection against her virgin opening and scream in perfect agony as it split her in two, opening her cunt wide to his passion.
She imagined him moving over her, his hips thrusting in urgent need between her trembling thighs. She’d watched sometimes as the stableboy took her spoilt sister. Her face a mask of sweet bliss as he moaned his pleasure, thrusting hard and fast, his moans getting louder, her hands gripping his shaking shoulders, that final deep plunge that made him yell and hold himself in-place till his pleasure was spent.
But the stable boy, Jimmy, was nothing compared to her ghost man. She’d taken to calling him Luke; she didn’t know why but the name just fit. Luke’s long black hair hung down his back, tied with a simple piece of cloth.
Today he was cutting wood. She watched as the muscles bunched in his back and the sweat shimmered over his large bare chest. He pulled the axe back the swung it with a grunt and bringing the axe down hard and splitting the wood in two. He threw the two pieces in the barrel and grabbed another log.
Three more logs cut in two and she was as hot and sweaty as him. Her fingers dug into her sides and her pussy pulsed and clenched and tingled. Everything about him made her tremble with need.
But then suddenly all at once he stopped, axe posed above his head. Slowly he brought the axe down and put it on the ground then turned to face her.
Her face paled, her mouth dropped open. He was looking at her. His eyes a dark stormy blue weren’t looking through her, they were looking at her.
“Who are you?” He sounded more curious then angry or annoyed.
“A – Annabelle.” She took a step back. “I wasn’t watching you.” A slight giggle escaped her traitorous chest and she could have slapped herself.
“Of course you weren’t.” His voice turned smoother, like liquid honey and his cocky smiled told her that he knew all he needed to know. “Nothing to see here.” He picked up the axe and grinned again but before she could tell him off he slowly faded away.
“Whoa.” Annabelle stood completely still for a moment. Did that just happen? How was it possible for him to see her? He’d never seen her before.
She wasn’t even sure she believed in ghosts but the idea of an echo from the past seemed oddly real when presented with this man who appeared and disappeared, had been for weeks. But she had never thought it possible that he could think or do anything outside the little routine he seemed to keep – Monday he cut wood, Wednesday he tended horses that disappeared when he did, Friday he fixed fences and gates and doors and other things around the grounds. But it was all an echo.
So how did he just step out of his echo and talk to her?
That night she ventured into the stables. Once or twice whole calming her horse at night she had heard sounds coming from somewhere above. Her sister told her that up there used to be where the farmhands slept… Was it possible that he also slept there? Did she dare find out?
Feeling wicked Annabelle slowly climbed the rungs taking her to the floor above the stables. The floor was totally bare, nothing but hay and dust and cobwebs. But just as she was about to climb back down something shimmered in the corner.
Before her eyes a bunk appeared, a small trunk and finally her ghost man stepped out of the shadows. He couldn’t’ see her so he moved about his space with ease. She watched as he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside. His large hands moved to his pants and her breath caught.
She watched as one large hand cupped the bulge in his pants and gave it a firm squeeze. A groan escaped between his clenched teeth and he kept massaging the bulge, making it bigger, moaning with each pulse of his fingers.
She wanted to touch him. She never touched a man like that but she wanted to learn. Now. His head turned sharply but he didn’t really look at her. “I’m in agony can’t you see?” he almost sobbed out the words. “I am trapped in this void of nothing. Cursed to remain till…”
“Till?” she asked, stepping closer, closer. She reached out to touch him but her hand passed through his arm. He was there but not there, an echo, a reflection… Not real.
But when he looked at her she could feel the heat of his gaze, feel real desire course through her veins.
“How can I help you?”
“You must be pure, virgin innocence or you could not see me.”
Annabelle nodded. “I’ve never been with a man. I’ve never even felt the way I feel – when I’m watching you.”
He nodded and then shook his head, turning away from her. “I can’t.” He waved a hand without looking back. “Leave. Don’t come back up here ever again, if you see me just pretend you don’t and walk away… It’s easier if there is no one else. One day bleeds into another.”
Annabelle circled him so he had to look at her and stood her ground. “No. I want to help you.” At his unsure expression she insisted. “I may be a – a virgin but I am no child. I know my own mind and I choose to help.” She raised her chin looking him in the eye. “S – so how do I do that?”
He reached out as though to touch her, his fingers stroking down the outline of her cheek, her jaw, her chin, and her lips. “You must consent to be my lover.”
“But we can’t touch.”
“Not the point.” He arched his eyebrow suggestively and she felt her cheeks flush.
“Okay.” Planting her feet more firmly on the floor and looking into his eyes she said. “I give my consent. I will be your lover.”
Nothing happened. His smile was too amused and his eyes glittered.
“Don’t you dare laugh at me!”
“I’m not laughing at you,” he murmured, close to her ear and circled around her. “I am delighted by you. I like you.”
“Then what am I doing wrong?”
He looked at her for a long time, choosing his words. “Consent involves more than simply saying words and in lovemaking there are many gates to open. Consent to passion is a pathway, a yellow brick road.”
She looked right back at him. “I don’t understand.”
“Then let me be your guide.” Now standing right in front of her, shirtless, the buttons of his pants undone, a statue of man and sex he said, “Will you remove your blouse?”
Something inside her floated and warmed on the flow of his words. “I will,” she replied and unbuttoned her blouse.
She let the flimsy white silk fall to her shoulders, then to the floor, forgotten.
His eyes grazed over her lacy bra and bare creamy white stomach and waist. Her breasts were not large but they filled the bra nicely and she licked her lips as he raised his hands as though to cup them.
After another moment he asked, “Will you remove your skirt?”
“I will.” Her heartbeat fluttered. This was really happening.
She reached behind and unzipped her simple black pencil skirt and let it drop.
He was breathing hard now. “You’re beautiful. Will – will you remove your underwear?”
She faltered. It wasn’t like she was living in the Victorian era. Lots of girls her age were having sex already. She was eighteen after all.
Feeling her cheeks flushing she unclipped her bra and her panties soon followed the rest of her clothes to the floor. His hands cupped at her shoulders as though to hold her then slowly slid down her arms. His mouth soon followed, an impossible, un-touching trail down her throat, over her shoulder. His mouth opened over one erect nipple and she gasped and shivered as though she could actually feel the wetness and heat of his on her breast.
He told her to lie on the bunk and she did. Too dazed and aroused to be hesitant any longer.
“Do you ever…” His eyes flicked down to her pussy and back. “You know.”
She flushed again and mumbled, “Sometimes.”
“Will you do that for me now?”
“Only if you do it too,” she replied, her voice little more than a whisper.
“Oh, honey, trust me I am way ahead of you.”
Looking down her eyes went wide when she saw his long fingers wrapped around something much longer and thicker then she expected it to be.
“Touch your breasts for me, darlin’” When she did as she was told he nodded and licked his lips, his hand moving long and slow on his cock. “Ooh yeah, just like that. Cup them; squeeze them just tight enough to…”
She let out a gasp, there was pleasure and pain. She squeezed again and moaned, her lower body tightening in response.
“How do they feel,” he asked.
“Soft but firm,” she replied, her eyes fluttered closed and all she could focus on was the sensation of her hands. In her mind they were his hands. “It feels good when I squeeze them and my nipples feel tight against my palms.”
He moaned. “Now touch yourself, find your clit and make it feel good.”
Slowly, slowly she slid her hand down her body, enjoying the feel of fingertips running down her centre. His fingertips. Placing her hands between her thighs she pushed them apart, imagining his hands forcing her open to him. Then with two fingers she parted her already wet folds and found her clit, swollen and ready.
Her finger gently stroked the side of her clit, stroke, stroke, circle, stroke, stroke, circle. Annabelle’s whole body tingled and heated with sensation.
“If you could…” She let out a moan and kept stroking. “Take me.” She opened her eyes to find him looking right back at her. “How would you do it? What would you do?”
His lips brushed, un-touching over hers and he said, “First I would kiss your beautiful body from head to toe. I long to feel your silky cream skin against my lips, find those places that make you tremble and moan.”
Her eyes closed again and she let herself float on his words, her fingers stroking her clit the way she knew would bring her to climax, her other hand squeezing her breast.
“God’s breath, woman, do you have any idea how incredibly sexy you are right now?” She could hear his hand moving faster on his erection, hear the way his breath hitched and hissed from his clenched teeth. “I would take each of your delectable nipples into my mouth and suck and lick till you begged me to stop.”
She let out another moan and rubbed faster, her whole body started trembling.
“I would part your perfect thighs with my knees and position my rock hard cock at the wet opening of your virgin cunt.” His voice whispered in her ear. “Are you ready for what would happen next?”
“Yes!” She cried out. “Oh yes. Yes please tell me.” Her toes curled, her thighs turned to jelly, her whole body balanced on the needle’s edge as she waited for his words.
“I would press my cock deep, spreading your sweet hole wide as I slide home. Forcing my dick into your opening with strong strokes, breaking through the barriers till I was gripped like a glove inside you.”
The lust in his words, the husky sound of his voice both drover her over the edge. The first wave of bliss hit so suddenly she let out a soft yell then all was lost in a sea of hot, flowing pleasure.
“Oh Luke, Yes!”
Suddenly there were hands on her thighs. She could feel the weight pressing her into the bunk. The smell of sweat and soap and something purely masculine filled her senses and Oh! something hot and hard pressed urgently against her still quivering opening.
Her eyes flicked open to see Luke grinning down at her. “You did it,” he said gruffly. “You broke the curse.”
Lifting her hips he pressed the bare tip of his cock into her virgin slit and she whimpered. He was wide and long and even the tip felt huge.
His fingers dug into her hips and with a grunt of pure animal lust he thrust his cock violently into her tight cunt. Her scream of pain was met by his cry of pleasure. He gave her time to adjust and it didn’t take long for sting of his first invasion to become a full sort of ache.
“Oh fucking hell,” he moaned against her throat, his lower body pumping in long powerful stokes. “It’s been way too long since I’ve had a tight cunt wrapped around my dick.”
He pulled up so his weight was balanced on his arms and sank his teeth onto his bottom lip as he looked down at her. His mouth descended and kissed her lips, her throat, licking the tip of his tongue around her jawline.
“I knew the second I saw you…” he said between wide-mouthed gasping breaths. “You would be the sexy little vixen I needed.”
All she could do was grip his arms that were even harder than they looked. The feel of the muscles under his flesh flexing and bunching with each thrust was driving her wild all over again. With each deep, hard thrust of his body into hers he was dragging her higher.
“So you like that?” he leered down at her rolling his hips to force in cock in deeper. “You like the feel of a nice hard dick filling that tight little pussy?”
A strangled, “Yes!” Was all she could manage before she was flying again. With a loud, “Oh!” Her second climax hit and her whole body bent back like a tightened bowstring, her legs wrapped around his back.
“Fuck!” he gasped, dropping to his elbows so his mouth was right by her ear. “Your sweet cunt is strangling my dick, miking me of my cum, can’t hold back… To fucking sweet…”
Three hard thrusts and he let out a yell, his head flying back. “Too – Fucking – Sweet!” His cock ploughed deep into her clenching cunt and he held fast.
His mouth fell wide; his whole body tensed above her and formed a kind of statue to carnal pleasure. And all at once he was gone.
For a long time Annabelle lay flat on her back on the hard floor where a moment ago she had been laying on a bunk. It was gone and he was gone.
The fact that she was naked and the spots of blood on her thighs were the only evidence that anything had happened at all.