by Snow, Jenika
I am breathing so hard and fast I feel lightheaded. “I want to be yours in every way. I want you to claim my virginity, to make it so no one else ever touches me, but you, Carson. Just you .” I lick my lips, my throat so tight and dry .
“You’re so fucking pretty, Jenny.” He’s nearly on me now, and leans forward to run his tongue along the seam of my lips .
I could have climaxed from that alone .
He grinds his hard dick right up against my belly. I can’t stop myself from gasping .
He growls in approval. “You feel that ?”
I can only nod .
“You see what you do to me? You see how hard you make me ?”
I nod again, my breath coming out of me in hard pants .
“God. I need you, Jenny.” He leans down and runs his tongue along the side of my throat. Can he feel the way my pulse jumps? “You feel good , baby ?”
“Yes,” I whisper .
“Good, but I’m going to make you feel even better.” He licks at my throat again. “Hold on to me.” I lift my hands and place them on his biceps, digging my nails into his flesh. I feel his cock jerk against me .
“I want you as mine forever.” He goes back to dragging his tongue up the column of my throat .
I want that too .
He thrusts his cock against my belly. He’s like a madman in this moment, causing me to get lost in the moment as he finds his pleasure while giving me mine .
He looks his fill of me despite the fact I know he’s seen every inch of me already. He starts at my toes, working his way up my body, over my legs, lingering his gaze on my pussy, over my belly, and finally stares at my breasts. I feel like I’m on fire just from his gaze alone. I need more from him—so much more .
“You’re fucking perfect.” He looks at my face then, and I can see how dilated his pupils are .
“You want this in you?” he says between clenched teeth and grabs his cock, stroking the monster from root to tip .
I can’t answer, can’t find my voice .
“I’m going to fill you up, make you take it all. I’m going to put my baby inside of you, have you tied to me forever, so we are one .”
Maybe his words should scare me, have me running in the other direction. But I want everything he is describing and more .
“Do you fucking want this in you, stretching you, making you cry out in pleasure?” he says and I look down at his cock. “Do you want me to shoot my load deep in your body?” My mouth dries. “Do you want me to pop that cherry of yours ?”
“Oh. God,” I moan. I am so ready for him, and I know as soon as he claims me there is no going back. “I want all of that and more .”
I will be his irrevocably .
Chapter 15
Carson
I ’m driving myself crazy making her admit over and over that she wants this. Maybe somewhere in the back of my mind I’m feeling guilty for taking her, maybe even hoping that she’ll call this off so I don’t feel like I’m corrupting her. She deserves better than a broken down farmer who is years too old for her. I can’t stop myself, though, and I can’t let her go—not anymore .
“I’m going to do my best to make sure I don’t hurt you, Jenny .”
I move beside her, keeping her on her back. For a minute I just take in the fact that Jenny is finally on my bed. That she’s finally here and she’s finally mine. I commit it to memory. A picture in my mind that will always be there. Her pupils are dilated with desire, her hair is fanned against the pillows, and her naked body is bathed in the pale light of the room. I take it all in and I know that as long as I live, nothing will ever be as great as this moment. Nothing will ever touch it .
“You couldn’t hurt me, Carson. You’d never hurt me,” she whispers, her trust in me so complete that I can feel it in her words. It settles inside of me, soothing me as nothing else can .
I move my fingers over her body. My hand is darkened from years of working in the field under the hot sun. It looks even darker against her pale white skin .
I let my callused fingers slide down her neck, across her breasts to her stomach. Taking my time and committing it all to my memory. I’ve wanted it for so long, I need this time. I can’t rush this .
Slowly I make my way between her legs, to the very center of her. I let my fingers drift against the outside of her pussy. The lips are wet, coated with her desire for me. Her breathing is ragged, echoing in the room even louder than my own. With each breath her stomach moves, and her fingers, which are digging into my hips, flex. Her gaze is glued to me—watching everything I do and waiting for more .
I let my fingers slide between the lips of her pussy, her desire gathering on them. Her soft gasp of need is music to my ears .
“You’re wet for me, Jenny .”
“Carson, please. Stop torturing me. I need you,” she cries softly, her head pushing back against her pillow, her hips thrusting out to try and take my fingers deeper. I don’t let her. I can’t let her hurt herself. I need to make this good for her .
“I just need to make sure you’re ready for me, Jenny. I’d rather cut off my hand than hurt you, sweetheart,” I explain, even though the feel of her pussy clinging to my fingers and the gentle sway of her hips trying to ride me is enough to drive me insane .
“I’m ready, Carson. I’ve wanted you forever. I need you,” she whispers, her hand coming up to gently hold the side of my face. I press my lips to hers. A gentle kiss, because the love I feel inside for this woman right now outweighs even my need. Our tongues dance slowly, intricately, and caress each other. It’s unlike any kiss I’ve ever given a woman—but then I’ve never loved anyone but Jenny .
When we break apart, I move so that I am over her. Her hands grip my biceps and I look down into her soft gaze, hoping she can see how much she means to me .
“I’m claiming you, Jenny. You’re never getting away from me now. From this moment on…you’re mine. ” I tell her, for the simple reason that I can .
I position my cock at her entrance. Our gazes lock with one another .
“I’ve always been yours,” she whispers .
“Keep your gaze on me, Jenny. Don’t look away. I want to watch your expression as I take your virginity,” I order her. My voice is gruff. The tight leash I’ve kept on my desire is nearing a breaking point. It’s killing me to be sweet with her now, but this is her first time. She deserves this and more. It’s my job to make sure she’s always protected now, that she is always happy and cared for—that she knows how special she is .
I push my cock inside of her, so achingly slow my balls hurt, knowing I’m tearing through her innocence. She’s gasping, holding onto me tightly, but her focus is trained on me just like I want. Each inch I push into her is an exercise in torture .
“Fuck, honey. You’re so damned tight,” I groan .
This is it. The moment I make her mine, the moment I’ve been dreaming of for so damn long .
“Carson… God, you’re so big. I don’t know if I can …”
I can’t allow her time to second guess what we’re doing, to worry. Her body is already starting to tense and that will only make things more painful for her .
“I promise I’ll make you feel good, honey. I’ll make this so fucking good for you you’ll think you’re flying in the stars,” I say to her and I don’t care if it fucking kills me. I will make that true for her .
Then, before she can panic further, I thrust the rest of my dick inside of her, claiming her virginity and finally—fucking finally —making her mine .
Chapter 16
Virginia
H is big body rests against mine, pressing me into the mattress, sending a lovely, heavy sensation coursing through me. Carson is so muscular, so big and heavy that I feel the breath leaving me. Warm, hard male flesh molds into me, making the sweet anticipation of release just a reach away .
“You feel so fucking incredible, sweetheart.” He curls his fingers around my upper arms .
“So good. You’re doing so good.” He kisses the top of my head and continues to push in and out of me .
The stretching and burning sensation is intense, but when he is fully inside of me I sigh in contented pleasure. The feeling of being completely filled by the man I love is breathtaking, and then when he cups both sides of my face and kisses me possessively, I feel my pussy clench around him .
“Jenny…” he says softly, but harshly, and starts moving back and forth in me, slow and easy at first. Each time he gets to the entrance of my body, the broad head of his dick stretches my unused muscles as he pushes into me again. He does this over and over again until I am sweating and breathing hard. With every inch he sinks into me, I feel claimed .
“So good, baby.” He leans back slightly and watches himself push into me and pull back out. “You’re mine. This sweet fucking virgin pussy will only ever be mine. I claimed you, took your cherry, and I’m shaping your tight little pussy to fit my cock. Only mine. I’ll never let you go now.” He thrusts back into me .
Over and over he does this, slow and easy thrusts that have me lifting my hips in hopes he’ll go faster .
“Christ ,” Carson says harshly. He pushes himself up, leaning back on his haunches, and grips my inner thighs. He pushes my legs wider and stares down at where his cock is lodged into my body. “So fucking perfect,” he murmurs to himself. He places his thumb on my clit and rubs the bundle of nerves back and forth, over and over .
Lights flash before my eyes as my orgasm claims me. Carson doesn’t let up. He thrusts in and out of me, drawing my climax to the peak then keeping it there until I can’t breathe. I stare at him, seeing the wild, untamed expression on his face .
Before I can even think straight, Carson moves onto his back, his cock still buried deep in my body, and has me over him, straddling him. His hands are on my waist and he lifts me, causing his cock to almost slip out. All I can do is brace myself with my hands on his chest as he fucks me in this new position .
He groans out his pleasure and the sounds he makes only grow louder as the seconds move by. I know he’s close. I press all the way down on him and grind my pussy against his pelvis. I am so sensitive, sore even, but I am not going to stop this. I can’t. I want him too much, want this too badly .
“Yeah. Fuck, baby girl.” He tightens his hold on my waist as I take over and ride him. Up and down I move, sinking harder and faster on his cock until my head grows dizzy from it all .
I am going to come again .
On the next down stroke I grind my clit against him. The explosion inside of me rivals the one before. I throw my head back and cry out as my pussy clamps down on his cock. Carson digs his fingertips into me, and his low, animalistic grunt signals that he’s found his own release .
The sensation of him growing harder, thicker inside of me has me gasping out. I bounce on him faster. Then he comes in me, filling me up with his seed. I love feeling him come deep inside of me. I can’t help hoping I get pregnant with his baby. I can see that same need in his eyes, as well. We both want this, even if it’s kind of crazy .
I collapse against his chest, our skin sweaty and our breathing loud in the otherwise silent room. He wraps his arms around me and together we roll to our sides, facing each other. The heavy length of his cock is still buried inside of me, and spasms of pleasure continue to move through me. I close my eyes and rest my forehead on his damp chest, loving the sound of his rapidly racing heart .
I can’t believe we just did that. I can’t believe that Carson is really mine .
He kisses me on the forehead again, and I love this gentleness in him. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you .”
I smile. “I love you too .”
Chapter 17
Carson
A year later
I look out over my farm with a sense of pride. I’ve always been part of this land, but since having Jenny by my side there’s a peace inside of me I never knew existed. This is where I’m supposed to be. This is the life I’m supposed to live. This land and Jenny—most of all Jenny—are the reason I was put on this earth. The reason I draw air .
We’ve been together a year now and every day that passes I fall more in love with her. The only dark spot in our life is the fact that Jenny hasn’t got pregnant yet. It’s not from lack of trying either. I fuck her every damn chance I get. I don’t let her rest at night .
We’re both hopeful now, though. She’s over a month late right now. We did a home pregnancy test a couple of days ago and it came out positive. The look on her face when she saw the results made my heart swell with love and pride. She wants my child as much I want to give her one .
I’m taking her into town tomorrow to the doctor. We found a female OB with a good reputation. I want her to have the best, but I’m also a fucking bastard who doesn’t want another man looking at what’s mine. Jenny belongs to me. Her body is mine and no one else is looking at her sweet little pussy but me. Hell, I’m a jealous bastard. I don’t even want a female doctor touching her, but I can deal with that more than if it was a man .
I park my tractor in the barn and lock it up for the night. I’m quitting a little early, but then, since Jenny has moved in I do that every night. There’s not a second I don’t want to spend with her. I look at the wedding band on my finger, and the gold shines under the evening sun. I married her the day after I took her virginity. I didn’t want our child born out of wedlock. It might be an old fashioned idea, but then that’s who I am .
“Jenny, I’m home,” I call as I walk through the front door. Right away I know something is wrong. Usually when I come home she’s in the kitchen cooking supper and humming. She’s taken to being a farmer’s wife like I wouldn’t have believed. She loves everything about being a wife and helping me work the land. I was worried I should let her go to have a better life, and every day she proves me wrong. She was made for me. If there are such things as soulmates, then that is definitely me and Jenny. I think even her father would agree…after he beat the hell out of me for touching his daughter .
My heart rate speeds up when Jenny doesn’t answer me. Her new SUV I bought her is still in the driveway, so I know she didn’t leave the house .
“Jenny!” I call out again, as fear begins to take hold. The farm is remote. I made her promise to keep the doors locked and to never let a stranger in, but she goes outside to sit on the porch and work in the yard through the day. What if someone grabbed her ?
What if someone hurt her ?
Different scenarios keep flashing through my mind, feeding my fear and panic. If something were to happen to Jenny, I wouldn’t want to live. I couldn’t—not without her. I need to …
All thought stops when I make it to our master bedroom. I don’t see Jenny, but I hear her .
And she’s crying .
I follow the sounds into the master bath. Jenny is curled in the corner of the shower, the water beating down on her and she’s crying so hard her body is shaking with the sobs. I throw open the glass shower door and the cool spray hits me immediately. I look at the dial and despite it being turned all the way to the hot setting the water is frigid—which means my Jenny has been like this for a while .
I turn the water off, and I don’t think, until that moment, Jenny even registered that I was here. But with the water off, she looks up at me and the heartbreak and tears on her face cause physical pain to flash through me .
“What’s wrong honey? Talk to me,” I tell her gently. I grab a towel and gently wrap it around her. She just sits there looking at me, blinking past the tears pouring from her eyes. Her body is shuddering from the force of her tears and the frigid water. “Jenny?” I question again, my voice hoarse because I’m choking on my fear .
“Carson!” she cries, but says nothing more. A shiver runs through her body and I pull her into my arms, feeling how chilled her body is .
I gather her against me, holding her like the precious gift she is, and take her back into the bedroom. She�
��s too upset and weak to stand, so I sit her on the bed and begin drying her off. I do this quickly, intent on nothing more than getting the excess water off and warming her up. Once I’ve done that I turn the covers down on the bed, strip out of my clothes quickly and then wrap her up, bringing us both under the covers and giving her my body heat .
Jenny is a rag doll through all of this. She lets me do what I want, and though the sounds of her tears and the force of sobs have quieted, she’s still crying. Each tear feels as if it is cutting my heart out. I hold her close, letting her absorb my body heat, and kiss the top of her head, whispering soft, nonsense words to her. Words that have no rhyme or reason. They are just meant to comfort her—to calm her .
I don’t know how long we’re like that, to be honest. It could have been half an hour or even an hour or longer. Eventually, she’s out of tears, and I kiss the side of her face. Her hand wraps around my larger one, which is resting at the base of her neck. I have my fingers on her pulse point, the beat reassuring me that she’s okay even if she is upset. Whatever is wrong, I’ll fix it, but I just need to know she’s here… Her pulse is strong… She’s okay—at least physically .
“Talk to me, Jenny. Let me fix whatever is wrong,” I whisper into her ear, placing a gentle kiss against the shell .
“I need to get up,” she says, her body going stiff against me like it never has before. She tries to push away from me, but I hold on tight—stubbornly refusing to let her go .
“No you don’t, honey. Not until you tell me what’s going on so I can fix this .”
“Some things even you can’t fix, Carson .”
“Bullshit,” I growl. By God, Jenny should know that I will move heaven and earth to make sure she is happy .
