“Wet. Hot. Fuck, Angela I need to be inside you now,” he groaned, slipping in two fingers easily into her already soaked pussy. “I’ve missed you so much, I can’t wait another second. I need you now.”
“Yes, now,” Angela moaned, bucking into his hand. “Give it to me. Every inch, Shane. Hard, fast and rough. That’s the way I like it.”
Shane swore beneath his breath, his fingers pulling from her twitching walls to knead at her curvy ass. She felt his cap tease her entrance and she almost lost control. She loved that he didn’t hesitate any longer but simply speared her pussy in a plunge that would have pulverized her. She screamed, spasming around him in countless mini orgasms.
He started pumping into her repeatedly, making her use language she’d never dreamed she even knew. The angle of his thrusts had his cock hitting spots inside her that made her eyes see stars. She couldn’t seem to stop writhing and panting.
“Fuck me...yes! Fuck me...oh fuck!” she groaned in an endless stream. Behind her, Shane gasped and groaned, gripping her hips hard as he kept her still for his conquest of her squelching walls. The harder he rammed into her, the wetter she became. She blinked as her senses began to ring warning bells of an even more explosive climax. Shane kicked her legs wider apart for an even more intense penetration. Angela’s back arched as he slammed in deeper than ever before.
“I love fucking you, Angela Neil,” Shane growled after a pause which had them both holding still, each reveling in the filling of her pussy and its tightness around his shaft.
“I need to know how much,” Angela gasped. “Make me cum, Shane.”
“With pleasure,” he rasped, and slid out of her until the tip nudged her cunt lips and then he lunged in again to the hilt. Angela’s cry rent the air and she happily splintered around him. She could just barely hear his sharp intake of breath as her walls pulsated and clenched on him. Once her whole frame stopped juddering, he began to move again, his thrusts growing choppy with each passing second. His hand slipped underneath to cup her breasts and pull at her swollen nipples. Angela let out a whimper, already edging into another boundless release.
“Shane!” she half-sobbed, right before his shaft slid in at just the right slant to hit her g-spot and send her spiraling into a mind-consuming release that triggered his just a second later.
"I love you, Angela," Shane whispered in her ear, his chest heaving where it pressed up on her back as they both flattened over the desk. "Always and forever. Can we get married tomorrow?"
Angela giggled, catching the dash of humor beneath his husky voice. "I love you too Shane. But I’m holding out for my big wedding. At the farm in October. With a bluegrass band and barbeque. And I’m not kidding either.”
“I think you’re my mom’s dream daughter-in-law,” Shane said with a laugh.
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Angela’s heart started to flutter the moment she woke up and saw that Shane was already seated in a chair across the room.
He sat forward with his elbows on his knees, but with the sun rays at his back, spilling through the window he managed to stay half in shadow making her unable to make out his face.
Angela wished she could tell him he didn’t need the shadows anymore, not with her. All night long, she’d shown him, in every way, that with them imperfections were celebrated, not abhorred.
“Hi,” she heard herself say breathlessly. “Been up long?”
“Hours,” he said with a light tone, and she could almost hear his smile.
Angela felt her face flush with embarrassment as she realized he must have watched her sleeping. The covers had fallen when she’d risen from the pillows, and now she was half-bared to him. Any other time and she’d have rushed to cover herself, conscious of a small bulge here, a slight birthmark there. But her new-found unselfconsciousness with her body stemmed from every tender gaze, every reverent look of admiration Shane had given her and gave her still, their eyes meeting in a laser beam of constant awareness.
She couldn’t tear her gaze from him as her thoughts went over every moment of last night. They’d been insatiable. She’d never dreamed her body could be so flexible, so pliant for whichever position or angle the very imaginative Shane came up with. He’d amazed her with his no-holds-barred approach to sex, where virtually nothing had been out of bounds, or too kinky. Damn.
She loved that Shane seemed to have lost his habitual tenseness; seemed purely relaxed sitting forward in that chair. Unspoken words passed between them and it was easy to imagine what both of them were thinking.
Just then he rose fluidly from the chair and Angela let her eyes travel over him, dressed in just a pair of low-slung distressed black jeans. He was so graceful, yet filled with a leashed animal energy. He came forward and she could see the whole of him, his face and chest, the scars and the beauty.
He sat on the side of the bed close to her, and she itched to rake her fingers through his hair; the gorgeous black, silky locks tumbling.
She loved him so much. The joy of that made her energized to face the day. But first things first: she needed to freshen up. She began to roll over to get off the other side of the bed when his arm shot out across the space between them, closing round her shoulders.
“Somewhere you need to be?” Shane asked.
Angela never lost her teasing smile, resting her back against his chest. “The bathroom, hot shot. I need a shower and I’m sure you do too.”
He pulled her closer still, setting her to lie halfway atop him; nuzzling into her shoulder so he could bury his nose in her messy curls.
“A shower can’t solve the problem I have right now,” he told her huskily, the unmistakable rasp in his voice making her body trill. Heat seared straight through her when he flexed his hips into her and let her feel his hard staff pressed against the curve of her ass.
Angela shivered with instant arousal. She didn’t protest as Shane urged her to rest on her side on the bed, her back to him. Already she was losing her breath. He turned her on so easily; like a light switch. Soon she felt his chest begin to rise and fall rapidly in equal reaction to their bodies’ closeness. The rightness of their sexual compatibility awed and enchanted her at the same time.
By the time he’d stripped off his jeans and returned to spoon his warm, lithe body behind hers, Angela was in a sensual haze of desire. He was so hard and thick, and she was so wet, that she knew it would take just one powerful stroke to have him implanted inside her.
Angela opened herself to his invasion without a second thought, lifting her leg to hook over the back of his right thigh.
Shane positioned his tip at her opening, aiming straight for her hidden core – not thrusting in but easing through with sublimeness as her vulva pulsated around him, sucking him in. Angela gasped at the sweet-hot pressure that stretched her continuously, even after a long night of hard, deep and welcome ravishment.
He went still as a rock once he was inside her and Angela arched her back into him. Deep within she felt so sore, yet so ready. She couldn’t imagine a time she wouldn’t want him. She needed him so much; to feel his raw hunger, the way he liked to stroke in and out with the forceful lunge of his lust and passion for her. She wished to surrender to the dominance of him, neither of them holding back. She wanted it all.
“Angela,” Shane said in her ear, as he started to plunge, his movements controlled and taut; solid. Angela was already melting in puddles around his thick, heated shaft. She reached back to fist his hair, and grabbed a hold. He groaned roughly when she tugged harder, and he mirrored her hunger with his next range of thrust which sent him moving like a piston inside her.
Angela didn’t fight back her sounds of pleasure. Each time he bottomed out to the very neck of her sheathe, it made her writhe and moan. He had her going wild for him, body and mind blown. She thrust her hips back to allow him go even deeper and that seemed to push him to the edge. He grunted, the graceful slide of his strokes turning erratic, ferocious and juddering.
Shane’s delight i
n her body throbbed through her nerve cells as he yanked her even tighter against him and rammed his groin into her ass over and over. The bright room filled with lewd sounds of their bodies and their sex meshing and grinding.
This wasn’t lazy morning sex. This was a rampage, reminding Angela of last’s night’s amazing carnal journey. The heat of his breath warmed the back of her neck as he buried his face deeper into her hair. He seemed to be fighting for air as much as she was.
“I want to unravel inside you,” Shane rasped, teeth nipping her lobe. He cupped her swollen breast; fondled the flesh and teased the tip until it tingled hard and thick.
“Yes,” Angela said on a shaky gust of air. Her pussy folds couldn’t stop fluttering around his thick, pumping staff. He made her feel him everywhere. She closed her eyes tightly and enveloped herself in the bliss that was Shane’s lovemaking. Each time with him was the best sex ever. How did he do that? Made her very womb sing as he filled her with his steel-banded manhood. There was so much profundity in what they shared that it shattered her senses, made her mindless.
“Love me, Shane. Please,” she moaned. She was so close; closer still when she heard his deep, rough groans in her ear. He tweaked her nipple with that much force as she sobbed, before he clamped on her neck with sucking lips, his hand reaching down to strum her clit firmly. He angled his hips and thrust deeper than ever, igniting her.
Angela let out a strangled moan and stiffened, her inner muscles clenching like a fist around him. She helplessly bucked and cried out with her orgasm. An instant later Shane was climaxing with her, their tight coil of need came undone, leaving them tangled and torn and perfectly in tune...
Epilogue...
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Shane sat down carefully beside Angela on the porch swing. “How’s your dad doing today?” he asked, putting an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close.
“Good apparently,” Angela answered. “Bess said he was out walking Asgard when I called. Sasha is going to swing by there tomorrow to check on him before she heads up this way.”
“That’s great. I wonder if he and Bess have a little something going on?”
Angela smiled. “Maybe. He’s improved so much the last few years I wouldn’t put it past him.”
“Where’s Cassie?” Shane asked, looking around. “I thought she was out here with you.”
Angela smiled and pointed down the hill. “She’s at the pond with her Nanny and Papa.”
Shane laughed. “She sure keeps them on their toes, doesn’t she? I’ve never seen my parents so happy. They think the suns rises and sets on that child.”
“You mean it doesn’t?” Angela asked wryly.
He stood up and walked over to the porch railing. “Here they come through the pasture now. Look at those three. Wish I had my camera with me.”
Valerie and Lloyd trudged slowly up the hill, between them a little three-year-old girl with a head full of long, black ringlets. She was holding something carefully in both hands.
Shane suddenly felt like the most blessed man alive with his heart filled to overflowing. Surrounded by people who loved him; his parents, Angela, Cassie and now a new baby boy on the way. He couldn’t imagine what he’d ever done to be so lucky.
“Look Daddy!” Cassie yelled as they reached the porch. “It’s a little baby duck. Papa said I could name him. I’m going to call him George. Does he look like a George, Daddy?”
Shane grinned and moved closer to take a peek. Sure enough, snuggled in Cassie’s hands was a fluffy yellow duck with big blue eyes. “Oh, definitely a George. Why don’t you take him over there for your Mama to see?” he said. ‘I’m not sure she can get up.”
Angela laughed and rubbed her big pregnant belly. “You may be right.”
Cassie hurried over and plopped down beside her mother. Angela reached up to pluck a tiny down feather out of her hair. “Now you know Cassie, George’s Mama is probably looking for him.”
“I know, Mommy,” Cassie replied. “He has lots of brothers and sisters too. I wanted you to see him before you have to go to the hospital. I’ll go take him back now.”
Angela reached over and kissed her hair. “You be a good girl while your baby brother is being born, okay? Nanny and Papa will bring you to the hospital to see him when he’s ready.”
“I promise I’ll be good, Mommy.” Cassie jumped off the swing and grabbed hold of her Papa’s hand. “We got to take the baby duck back to his Mommy now, Papa.”
“Okay, baby girl,” Lloyd said. “Let’s go.”
“It’s a good thing the pond is not too far away,” Valerie remarked with a hearty laugh. “I have a feeling they’re going to be making the trip quite a bit.”
Angela grabbed hold of the chain attached to the swing and slowly pulled herself to a standing position. “Valerie, would you mind getting my hospital bag? It’s on the bed.”
Shane whirled around from his spot at the porch railing. “What? Now? The baby’s coming? He’s not due for a few more days.”
“Well nobody must’ve told him,” Angela said, wincing as another contraction hit.
“For God’s sake, help her to the car, Shane,” Valerie said, already running for the door. “I’ll grab her bag and call the hospital to let them know she’s coming.”
Shane helped Angela to the Porsche and carefully strapped her in. After throwing the hospital bag in the backseat and yelling a promise to Valerie that he’d call, he carefully pulled out of the driveway and started down the highway at a safe speed.
After a few moments on the road, Angela yelped and grabbed her stomach again.
“Breathe honey,” Shane reminded calmly. “Don’t forget to breathe.”
“Fuck breathing, Shane!” Angela yelled. “We need to hurry,” Angela panted out. “He’s coming fast. I’m afraid we’re not going to make it in time.”
Shane stepped on the clutch and changed gears on the Porsche once, then again. The speedometer needle swung to the right and kept climbing.
“Hang on sweetheart,” he said. “Don’t worry. I will get you there. Our son is not being born in a car or on the side of the road because you know why?”
“Why?” she gasped.
“Because his Daddy can...DRIVE.”
The End
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