Peppermint Creek Inn
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Her skin flushed hot. Her body hummed. She could smell her arousal.
“Ready, sweet stuff?”
Her fingers gripped the sleeping bag, fear of the unknown mingled with the excitement of having him making love to her needy ass.
She nodded.
He didn’t waste any time powering into her.
He was big. Unbelievably big.
Muscles stretched wickedly as the hot, hard intrusion quickly and confidently penetrated her, burned her.
Oh, my gosh, that felt quite different. Quite good.
Silently she thanked the inflated butt plug for preparing her so nicely for him.
Matt groaned, a strangled cry of arousal that sent sharp shockwaves of desire rippling through her pussy drawing her closer to the edge of bliss. She found herself wondering how in the world a sound could bring her so close to the edge of a climax?
As if sensing her impending pleasure, his finger backed off the pressure on her whipped cream soaked clit, making her cry out her frustration.
Thankfully his finger remained, stroking, massaging, seducing.
“Not yet,” he ground out. “I want us coming together.”
He stuffed his gorgeous cock deeper. The thickness burned.
She closed her eyes melting into the eroticism, her muscles eagerly opening to his length.
Sweat popped over her flesh. Her breasts felt swollen as they dangled—her nipples ached as she continued to rasp them against the sleeping bag.
His breath grew just as labored as hers and he began a tender thrust. He stroked into her tight ass with deep, confident plunges, each impalement lessening the pleasure-pain and increasing the pleasure.
She found herself widening her legs, steadying herself, as his thrusts grew deeper, harder, fiercer.
The flaming finger at her clit became desperate, his touch more insistent. She found herself pulling at her restraints, bucking her hips backwards, eagerly accepting his flesh—allowing a deeper penetration.
Pleasure flared, burst, tore into her with wickedly delicious spirals. Gritting her teeth, she tried not to cry out, tried hard to wait for him to come with her.
His plunges grew harder, faster. Her cunt muscles spasmed, gripped an imaginary cock. The slippery finger at her engorged clit quickened. Her anal muscles tightened.
He groaned. His cock surged harder. In and out. Long powerful thrusts.
He came hard, his cries of arousal ripping through her every fiber, unleashing her, throwing her into her own orgasm.
She jerked as spasms splintered around her, roared through her with fevered lightning. Tore her apart. Made her cry out shamelessly.
So beautiful!
“Oh, yes!” he shouted. She could feel his release gushing deep inside her, seeping out of her, dripping along her inner thighs.
Instinctively she knew these would be moments they would cherish. Moments they would use to lose themselves in a world of immense pleasure.
A world that would help them forget all the troubles they were sure to encounter in their dangerous future together.
Author’s Note
The rustically romantic ghost town of Jackfish actually exists. Located in Northern Ontario, Canada, it was once a booming railroad town. Now abandoned, it gives a wonderful glimpse into our past.
As a matter of fact, Northern Ontario as well as other parts of Canada and the United States are drenched in abandoned villages or “ghost towns”.
For the adventurous, many of these towns are physically accessible. All you need is to do a little bit of research in recent “ghost town” books, do an Internet search, grab a dependable map—topographical map of the area in question—and your imagination and go ghost town hunting.
For pictures and information on the ghost town of Jackfish, please visit:
http://thewritinghermit.crosswinds.net/jackfish.html
or http://www.janspringer.com
Happy Ghost Town Hunting!
Jan
About the Author
Jan Springer is the pseudonym for an award winning best selling author who writes erotic romance and romantic suspense at a secluded cabin nestled in the Haliburton Highlands, Ontario, Canada.
She has enjoyed careers in hairstyling and accounting, but her first love is always writing. Hobbies include kayaking, gardening, hiking, traveling, reading and writing.
Jan welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1337 Commerce Drive, #13, Stow, Ohio 44224.
Also by Jan Springer
Ellora’s Cavemen: Legendary Tails II anthology
Heroes at Heart 1: A Hero’s Welcome
Heroes at Heart 2: A Hero Escapes
Heroes at Heart 3: A Hero Betrayed
Heroes at Heart 4: A Hero’s Kiss
Holiday Heat anthology
Outlaw Lovers: Jude Outlaw
Outlaw Lovers: The Claiming
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