“Hell, yeah, I like.”
“Good,” she said before she brought her head back down to continue her sensual onslaught of Jubal’s senses.
Jubal contented himself with caressing her firm, round ass. His increasing pressure had her beginning to moan and writhe against him.
She was starting to make so much noise, Jubal had to take one hand away from her sweet butt and hold her head so her lips didn’t lose contact with his own. It was either that or she would wake the entire house.
Jubal relaxed his pressure on her ass. “Lizabeth?”
“Hmmm?” her tone told Jubal her senses had not returned to normal yet.
“I forgot something.”
He could see by the light of the moon, she was trying to focus on him. “Hmmm?”
“Lizabeth, will you marry me and be my slave?”
Lizabeth made a squealing noise under her voice. “Ohh, baby, yes, yes!”
“Shush, honey, you’re going to wake the whole town.”
“I can’t help it! I love you, Jubal.”
“I love you too, baby. Now come here.” The last part was said with a growl.
Jubal couldn’t stand it any longer. He needed to feel her. All of her. Jubal reached down and whipped her baby doll gown off her sweet body. She gasped in surprise at his sudden action, but then jumped onto all fours and scooted down so she could wrestle his briefs down his legs; she knelt next to him as she jerked them off.
Jubal’s stiff rod caught her attention immediately. She straddled his legs, so she could take his straining length into her eager mouth.
He groaned aloud at the feel of her warm mouth paying homage to his dick. She laved and sucked him until he thought he was going to come on her velvet tongue. When his body started to become rigid, his muscles clenched, she pulled away. Jubal was disappointed at first, until she crawled up his body, kissing him, biting him, and licking him all the way. Jubal was straining, trying to suppress his need to come.
When Lizabeth made it up to his chest, Jubal pulled her higher to give himself access to her succulent tits. Her peaks were hard and begged for his attention. Jubal heard Lizabeth’s own groan as he licked his lips before opening his mouth to accept her offering.
Jubal closed his eyes in ecstasy as he let his tongue explore her nips. He suckled her deep into his mouth; he felt he could easily devour the luscious peaks. As he held her to his mouth, he felt her body’s shivering response. She moaned and thrashed as he had his way with her. She ground her pussy against his taut belly. Her actions took on the serious movements of impending climax. When she ground against him in earnest, Jubal pushed her body down, tearing her nipple from his mouth with his action. She gasped and jerked when Jubal drove his dick into her hot, wet pussy.
“Ahhh!” Lizabeth gasped out.
Jubal’s momentum drove higher and higher, harder and harder. He kept his hands on Lizabeth’s hips as he jerked quicker and quicker. Lizabeth shoved herself harder and harder onto his spike. She sat up higher to take as much of his rod into her body as she could. She grabbed her tits, and to Jubal’s delight began pinching and twisting her pebbled nips. She was already in the throes of ecstasy; her eyes fluttered shut, while she rode him.
Jubal’s muscles clenched as he slammed her down again and again. When he heard her guttural groan, accompanied by the clinching of her pussy muscles around his rod, Jubal bit his lips to prevent his roar as he ejaculated with a glorious explosion.
Letting his neck muscles relax, he let his head fall back onto his pillow. Lizabeth melted like warm honey onto Jubal’s body. Her head rested on his chest as she sighed in contentment.
“Jubal?”
“Hmmm?”
“I can’t wait ’til we have a place of our own.”
Jubal’s lips lifted in a knowing smile. “Why is that, baby?”
“So I can scream the roof down,” Lizabeth admitted, and he could feel her smile against his chest.
“I’ll enjoy making you scream, baby.”
Jubal and Lizabeth promptly fell asleep, with visions of their life together.
Epilogue
Six weeks later, the whole Horville clan gathered at Jonas and Nikki’s house. Jubal and Lizabeth were due to be married in a month. Lizabeth had visited Ben a few times since that fateful night at the Dugas Farm. Ben had relented on his turning Ida Mae out once Gary was out of the picture for good. But Ida Mae hadn’t really changed; because rumor had it that Daniel Morrow’s truck was spotted at the Dugas Farm on several occasions.
After Jonas’ visit with Herbert Horville, he seemed to rally enough that he was able to be here with the whole family. They were all in the back yard after the delicious meal Nikki, Verna, Lizabeth, Carrie, and Lauren helped prepare.
Jonas, Herbert, Luke, and Corey sat with the women on the back patio, while Jubal and Lizabeth stood at the fence watching Derrick and Brock popping wheelies on their dirt bikes in the back pasture.
“Jubal, honey?” Lizabeth let herself relax into Jubal’s warm embrace as he stood behind her.
“Ummhmm?” Jubal rested his cheek on Lizabeth’s as he bent to hear what she had to say.
“I think I might have to postpone college.”
“What!” Jubal turned Lizabeth so he could look into her face.
“We’re gonna have a baby first.”
“Oh, shit! Jonas is gonna kill me.”
Lizabeth laughed as she slid her arms around his neck. “Naw, I think he’s gonna be tickled pink to be getting a grandbaby instead.”
“I don’t know about that,” Jubal grumbled, but then he whooped and swung her around to let her know how happy he was about it.
Lauren came rushing over to them. “What’s going on?” she demanded.
Lizabeth threw her head back to laugh and informed her. “You’re going to be an aunt, that’s what’s going on.”
Lauren ran off, squealing with delight.
Lizabeth bit her lip, when she saw Lauren jumping up and down as she told the rest of the family their news. “Sorry, honey, I probably shouldn’t have said that.”
Jubal laughed at her expression. “What’s gonna happen? Jonas doesn’t have a shotgun, does he?”
Jubal brought her down for a kiss that silenced her relieved laughter. They would have plenty of time for explanations later.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cheri was born in Louisiana in the heart of Cajun country, which is why she likes to use it as a colorful backdrop to some of her stories. After marrying her own military hero, she’s had the opportunity to live in many different places and meet many interesting people. A couple of her passions in life are history, and of course, Romance, so her readers will have the opportunity to read about both in her works.
Presently, she lives with her honey of twenty-two years in Maryland, along with two dogs and two cats.
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