by Candy Quinn
His touch sent a thrill through her, one she’d been tryin’ to hide from all day. But he was so damned... temptin’.
She licked her lips, and she wanted to see him again, like she had yesterday. Bare and gorgeous, glistenin’ in the midday light. He was beautiful, in his strange, rugged way.
“I ain’t to talk to strangers,” she whispered, as though someone, somewhere, might hear.
He swept his free hand over the table in display. “We’ve sat, broke bread, ate and talked together. How can you still call us strangers, darlin’?” he said with a broad, uneven smile, his hand still upon her shoulder, rubbing gently, touching her silky hair. His spine arched, his abs rippling as he looked her over. “Stay a spell,” he urged in a low husk, brushing his fingers over her cheek gently, those hard digits so comforting in their masculine nature.
“If I ain’t home before nightfall...” she trailed off, the implication clear. Punishment would await her. The devil rules the night, after all.
Jake leaned in real close, his rugged scent filling her nostrils as he got within a few inches of her. His hand went from her shoulder into her hair, petting and stroking it as his every word was a light breeze on her delicate neck.
“I’ll keep ya safe, don’t you worry, sweetie,” he said, his free hand sliding over to her knee beneath the table, squeezing her thigh tightly with his strong grasp. And it was so easy to imagine him protecting her from her father, or… anyone.
But worse still was just how good it felt. It was one thing to lust for what she’d seen, but feeling his rough, hard hand on her thigh was something different altogether.
“What’re you... on the run from, Mister?” she murmured softly, trying to distract herself from her pounding heart, the lust that was brewin’ in her belly.
“Bad men,” he said in a deep, low husk. “Bad men with lots of guns, who hurt women I care for, and tried to protect. The worst kind of bad men,” he leaned in close, his breath warmly washing over her ear as his lips just lightly brushed against her lobe.
It felt so exotic, so enticin’. His breath, his hands, just warmin’ her body, softenin’ her towards him. And she knew it was wrong to feel like that for a man. Even if she’d been wed, her husband wasn’t to tempt her so.
But her mind was a fog, and the only thing she was certain of was her lust for the strange, dark, hard man that touched her so presumptively.
“If you were my girl,” he began in a low, dusky drawl, “I’d keep you happy and taken care of. I’d take you away from anyone else who tried to punish you, and keep you safe in my arms.” His words were so easy to believe, as big and strong as he was. His hand slowly inching up her long, traditional dress, his lips brushing against her ear, then lightly kissing against her neck.
She moaned, the sound unexpected and she tried to suck it back in but it was too late. She wanted him, bad, and she was shivering with desire against his hand. All her teachings, all the cruelty she’d had to exist with under her father’s thumb...
And knowing she was of age to be married off?
It was terrifyin’, more than she ever thought possible. And here was this strange, foreign man, offerin’ her a way out.
Her dress slowly inched up to her knees, and then his hard, strong hand was upon her bare, smooth leg beneath.
“Any man that’d dare lay a finger on you?” he said, peppering her neck with such soft, doting kisses. “I’d leave him a bloody mess if’n you was my girl.” His fingers gently pushed her hair away from her neck, making way for his lips as he peppered her with more and more kisses. “I’d keep you safe for the rest of your days, and take you to bed, put so many babies in your belly you’d be the happiest ma to ever live.”
Her body was respondin’ of its own accord. Wantin’ for his words - his kisses - to never stop. Her dark lashes fluttered down and she took in some breath, trying to will herself to stand, but her legs were like jelly. Her stomach was rollin’ with fear and excitement, and she knew that she’d never wanted for anythin’ in her life half so bad as she wanted him.
“It’s not the way,” she murmured, but she wanted him to never stop, to not pause those sweet kisses.
Maybe he was a mind reader, ‘cause he didn’t stop. He kept on a going, fondling her soft inner thighs, working his hard hand closer towards her most private of private parts. His kisses kept working up and down her neck, giving the occasional little suckle that made her squeak.
“It’s only fair though. You saw more of me yesterday than I’ve seen of you, darlin’. We should make things nice an’ equal, don’t you think?” At those words, his hand in her hair slowly began to undo her dress down her spine.
She shivered, but it was only because her body was burnin’ so hot with lust. She looked at him from beneath her heavy eyelids, and she did somethin’ she never thought she’d ever do. Not even in her wildest dreams.
She leaned in, and pressed her mouth, right against his.
And he returned the gesture without a moment’s hesitation.
Their lips mingled, and betwixt the two pairs his tongue wriggled its way into her mouth, so moist and warm. As he kissed her so deeply, his hand slipped up between her thighs, gently stroked along her feminine slit through the material of her panties, producing feelings in her loins she’d never before felt or imagined.
And it was only a gentle brush, separated from her by the cotton of her undergarments. All as her dress slowly came undone down her back, loosening from her shoulders.
She’d always been a chaste girl, though her father’d punished her for transgressions that she didn’t even think fair. Little things like her knee bein’ exposed, or too much of her throat showin’. And maybe it was rebellion that let her open her mouth to that fugitive, the man with a dark past she didn’t know of.
But she pushed into him hungrily, forbidden passions boilin’ in her chest.
Their lips smacked, and those hands of his worked their way so skillfully. Before she knew it, her dress was fully undone in back, and her loins were wetter than she ever experienced before from his skillful stroking.
Then, without delay, he lifted her up and stood from their seating. He carried her as if she weighed nothing, hoisting her up into his mobile home, and the generous bed in the back. There he laid her out like she was some kind of princess, and peeled away her dress as his own broad chest heaved with his increased breathing.
She couldn’t bring herself to argue, to protest any longer. She was just as desperate for him as he was her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, beckoning him with his sweet kisses and strong hands.
Her small breasts were bare beneath the dress, her nipples stiffer than pebbles as he revealed her pale body to his, never kissed by the light of sun before.
He paused a moment, took his time to appreciate her beautiful form, before he hooked his hands into her panties and peeled them away. The slick honey of her quim sticking to the fabric as he tugged them on down over her slender legs, and off her feet.
His strong hands held her thighs, kept her from clenching them together and hiding her pretty, pink little snatch from him and his hungry gaze.
With a low, guttural growl, he took a deep inhale of her scent from her panties, then shrugged off his shirt once more. So soon after he reached down, undid his jeans and peeled them off, stripping down to his nude form again, and once more she caught sight of that thick, throbbing shaft of his, bobbing and pulsating before her eyes. Only this time it was so much closer, and she could make out more of its details; the bulging veins, the slick, purple tip peeking out at her.
She stared, no longer feeling the shame of earlier, or the apprehension. There was instead excitement as she took in his form, that which was so forbidden and taboo to her.
She hungered for it, and she let out a soft mewling noise of appreciation.
He stared at her, like she was the loveliest work of art he’d ever seen. His big hand cupping his balls for a moment before he climbed up onto the bed betwe
en her parted legs.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. So sweet too, so pure… so virginal, aren’t you?” he said, looming over her, his rugged masculinity on full display as his dick throbbed. He reached up, cupped her pale breast, and with the other hand, trailed his fingers along her undefiled pussy.
She shivered at his touch, nodding meekly, uncertain on if that might frighten him off, turn him from doing what her body knew she must do. She wanted him with all the strength in her body, and her back arched, her eyes bidding him to continue.
“I’m pure,” she said gently, licking her lips as she looked over the hulking man’s form.
His dick pulsated with excitement, and he licked his lips.
“Not for much longer, sweet thing,” he said in his gravelly voice, pressing one palm to the bed beside her as he lowered himself down. He was so big and strong, and he took a hold of his manhood in one palm, guided his purple crown to her slit and trailed it up and down along it, teasing her clit and making her shiver and squirm beneath him.
“No condom, just the way God intended, huh?” he said with a wide grin, teasing her tight little slit with the tip of his shaft, letting it sink in just that tiny little bit, stretching her narrow vaginal walls.
Perhaps if she knew more about the ways of the world, or the ways of men, that would concern rather than comfort her, but as it was, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs parted by his hands as she looked up at him with only lust and adoration.
“I want you to be my first,” she cooed, her expression that of pure lust.
His handsome, broad face lit up with a smile, and he kissed her on the lips just as he began to spear her sweet little cunny open with his shaft. That thick, pulsating manhood throbbing as it sundered her virginity, and sank ever down into the depths of her fertile little quim, stretching those narrow walls out, destroying their untouched tightness.
A deep, gravelly moan rumbled out from his chest as the older man took her innocence, sinking in until his heavy, cum filled balls pressed up against her ass and he was snugly inside of her.
She’d held her breath the entire time, stilling herself through the initial pain and feeling a bit of tears build in the corner of her eyes before he finally came to a rest.
She silenced her whimpers on his mouth, little moans of anguish vibrating against his tongue as she clung to him tightly.
But she was given little time to mewl into his mouth before his powerful hips tugged back, and that thick tool of his slipped slowly from her. Her tight cunny clung to his girth until he began to push back into her, pumping his cock into her loins with slow, steady purpose.
“Ohhh fuck,” he moaned out in his gravelly voice. “You are perfect… so fuckin’ perfect,” he said, cupping her cheek with one hand as he brushed back her hair, the wet sounds of their sexes joined rising as his pace did.
She was so wet, so ready for him she needed little by way of foreplay, and her initial pain quickly faded and was replaced with pleasure. Her body buzzed with excitement, and within a few thrusts, it was everything she could’ve hoped it would be and more.
She cooed loudly, tilting her head back as her body arched towards him, hungry for more.
His free hand roamed over her body, along her side, squeezing her breast before moving on down across her taut little tummy, and to her hips. His hips gradually pumped faster, harder, and his thumb reached in, slowly teasing the edge of her honey-slick clit as he fucked her.
“C’mon sweet thing,” he growled, kissing his way from her lips on down to her neck as that big, hard, hairy body of his took her fully. His muscles tensed and he moaned deep and loud from the tight embrace of her womanhood. “You’re pussy is heaven, baby.”
Never had she felt such a sensation before. It was so intense that her body seized up, like all her muscles drew tight all at once, and she let out a scream that seemed to fill his home. Her head back and pressed into the bed as she huffed, electricity sparking out from her clit and flooding into the rest of her body.
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
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.”
“But pa,” she whined pathetically, her rear still smarting from the punishment, even as the day wore on and dusk approached.
“‘But pa’ nothin’! You’ll make supper and then get to yarnin’, and that’s that. A young lady can’t be trusted outside the home without proper male escort,” he decreed. And she knew it was futile to argue, even if she was plenty old enough to be on her own.
Evenin’ settled in, and Laura’s worries grew. She couldn’t help but keep glancin’ towards the window.
“What you lookin’ at, girl?” her father said curtly. “You think you’re coming with me to the town tonight for the dance, huh?”
She’d forgotten all about it truthfully, but her pa didn’t need to know that.
“Well think again. You’ll stay home, mind your chores while I go. And if you’ve got your mind set on finding a suitor, you’ll just have to hope your dear old dad finds you one,” he said so harshly. Almost as if it were a threat.
It sent a cold chill right up and down her spine. She’d had no interest in goin’ to the dance, not really, but now all she could feel was anger that he’d be off gallivantin’ around and forbidding her to find a man that’d save her from his rule.
