by Ami Snow
He seemed to be getting more and more perturbed and angry as he went on, so Marcia placed a hand softly at his chest. “Samuel... maybe you should sleep, for now. I'm sure you're still in no small amount of pain. If you rest up, you may well feel better tomorrow. You seem comfortable enough here—is it alright?”
He gave a firm nod, then taking her hand and kissing it softly. “Marcia, I can't... I can't begin to thank you for the generosity you've shown me. I'll make it up to you, somehow.” As he laid back, she saw how exhausted he truly was, as he drifted off to sleep almost immediately.
Marcia moved back to her room then, turning everything off as she went, settling in for a long night of sleep. She didn't feel unsafe in the slightest—instead, she felt protected by his presence, far different to how she would have felt with him in her home only a day ago.
During the course of the night, the blanket had slid from his lap and to the floor. In the morning, coming to rouse him, she found herself unconsciously licking her lips as she looked him over. Her eyes finally settled on the thick cock laid bare for her, giving a soft gasp at its size. She leaned in, teasing along his length with her fingertips, looking up to him. This roused him, and he looked down to her.
“A... aha... I didn't think you were up for all that, now.”
She hiked a brow. “Oh, honey. You deserve all the lovin' you can get. Let me take care of you.”
Chapter 6
Marcia brought her hand around the shaft of his cock firmly, stroking him as her lips trailed over his chest. She knelt beside the couch, and soon found his hand at her back, squeezing softly, urging her on. Her pumping picked up soon, turning a bit to face his cock directly, now pumping the seemingly ever-growing length with both hands. He gave a soft moan, his thick length hardening quickly in her soft hands, a full ten inches throbbing in her grasp.
Samuel's hand drifted from her back, coming around to squeeze at her soft, ample breasts, feeling their yielding warmth beneath his fingertips. Marcia leaned in then taking the head of his massive cock between her lips, suckling softly as she pumped him. Before long, his head was leaning back, one hand more and more animated at her breasts by the moment.
His hips began bucking up against her, urging her to take more and more of his thick length into her mouth, and she was only too happy to. Her sucking became more feverish by the moment, and he pressed his cock firmly to the back of her throat. Slowly, almost carefully, she eased him into her throat, swallowing him down hungrily before long. The upper hand came away to stroke at his strong, defined chest and abs, the other remaining to pump the base of his cock firmly.
A low growl in the back of Samuel's throat was her response as he began thrusting against her more firmly. Soon, his entire length was buried in her throat, and he felt her tensing and pulsing along his massive shaft, swallowing eagerly around him.
Samuel's breath caught in his throat, taking a quick gasp as he felt her lips wrapping at the bottom of his shaft. “A—ah... Marcia, that's... that's incredible.” No sooner than the words had passed his lips, his hips jerked up suddenly and he roared out, pumping a massive load down her throat, his hot seed filling her belly. She gulped down everything he had to give hungrily, her head bouncing hard now, only stopping with his hand shot down to press her back to the base. He held her there for a long moment before releasing, and she eased up from his huge cock slowly. With a lick of her lips and a little smile, she stroked his side and chest.
“How was that, hm?”
Samuel was panting and gasping, his eyes wide open, overwhelmed by a release he'd been deprived of for far too long. “Incredible. Absolutely... incredible. Unexpected.” A soft laugh. “I'm beginning to feel... better, mostly. We heal quickly, but...” He sat up slowly, then, his eyes firmly on hers. “If I ever intend on taking back my home... it can't just be me, you know. I'll never make it. I'm going to need an heir. I can protect this place and you for as long as I have to, but... I want you up there, with me. I want to keep you, and keep you safe. Someday, I want to take my family's mountain back, but...”
Marcia leaned back slightly. “D... do you mean you want...” Her hand came slowly to her stomach, and she gave a soft shake of her head. “I—I couldn't. Samuel, I don't know if I'm ready for all that. And...” Her hand gave a soft squeeze at her belly. “I don't know if you'd want me that way. You're so gorgeous, and... strong...”
Samuel sat up further, bringing a hand to her cheek. “So are you, Marcia. You're gorgeous in every way, strong enough to escape their clutches, strong enough to see me back to health. It may not be strength like mine, but it's there. And...” He brought a hand to her stomach then, squeezing softly, moving down to her thighs. “This... all of you, it's wonderful. You're so soft, warm, inviting... comforting. It's something I've been deprived of for a long time, Marcia.”
He sat up fully, turning to her and cupping her soft cheek. “I want you to bear my heir.”
Marcia hesitated before a long moment before nodded. “I... yes. I'll do that for you, Samuel.” She stood, extending a hand to him. “Please. Come.”
She led him to the bedroom, and he slipped around her quickly to sit on the bed, eager to watch her. She moved to turn the light off, but found Samuel's hand grasped tight around her wrist. “You don't have to do that, Marcia. I want to see you—all of you you.” Her cheeks burned bright with a self-conscious blush, but she nodded and began undressing.
Pulling up her shirt, she revealed her soft tummy and ample curves, lacy blue bra seeming to struggle to contain her large breasts. She unbuttoned her pants, wiggling out of them with a little giggle. “I've, um... I've never really done anything like this before. Stripped down for someone like th—ah!”
Samuel leaned forward, bringing both hands to her belly, squeezing firmly as he kissed and licked at it almost lovingly. She squirmed and giggled, entirely unused to the attention shown to the belly, but absolutely loved it. Both hands came back to undo the clasp of her bra, and she eased it from her shoulders to toss it aside. Samuel's head immediately came up to take one of her nipples into his mouth, one hand coming up to take the other firmly, squeezing and pulling at the nipple there.
Marcia moaned out softly, stroking his long, platinum hair, her own hips beginning to shift and rock. Samuel's other hand slipped up to find the hem of her panties, pulling them down almost impatiently now, the hand coming away from her breast to assist. She stepped out of them when they hit the floor, but quickly found him grasping her hips and pulling her toward him. She instinctively spread her legs a bit, and he dove forward to take her clit into his mouth, his face buried in her soft warmth. She cried out as she felt his tongue eagerly lapping at her, his lips pulling as he suckled there.
He gave a low, growling moan of approval at her taste, pulling her ever closer to him. It seemed as though he might lift her from the ground at any moment, just to have more of her. Instead, he pulled her to the bed, pressing her onto her back, spreading her legs widely before diving forward to plunge his long tongue deep inside her. Marcia cried out, drawing her knees up toward her chest, pressing her heavy breasts between them. Samuel tongue-fucked her eagerly, sucking and lapping at her soaked slit, both hands coming up to squeeze and pull at her breasts.
She panted and bucked against him hard, silently begging for more as she rocked her hips against his attentions. His hands came away from her breasts to spread her slit, and he gave long, firm laps from just below her opening up to her clit, sometimes going up to her belly to kiss and suck before descending again. He seemed to be completely taken with her soft warmth, the feeling of her thick thighs surrounding him as he lavished her.
Marcia watched him intently, her breath coming more and more rapidly. She was finally driven over as he sucked and nipped at her clit, one hand coming down to grasp his silvery hair, pressing him to her as she screamed and came. The orgasm was sudden, fierce, overpowering, sending her bucking, thrashing, squirting. He drank down every drop of her thick, sweet cum, lapping i
t from her as she came down.
She sat half up, leaning back against her hands, panting hard. “S... Samuel, please, take me.”
Without a word, he rose to his knees between her legs, stroking his massive length. Marcia's soft hands slipped down, spreading herself wide for him, her breath quick and shallow in anticipation. As he pressed forward, he stretched her hard, his thick length being driven in inch by inch. She cried out, trying hard to take him, shifting her hips toward him. He was relentless, slowly pushing forward until he'd bottomed out inside her, drawing another hard cry from her.
He began pumping hard and fast then, slamming into her dripping wet pussy, watching intently as her large breasts and soft belly moved beneath him. He took her in completely, his eyes darting to every inch of her as he roughly fucked her, from the way her hands twisted and gripped at the sheets as she moaned and bucked, to the way her thighs gripped around his waist, pulling him ever deeper.
Marcia's climax came on quick, sending her spasming and bucking against him, tightening around his length, screaming out to be filled. Samuel quickly pressed her legs up to her chest, pounding her like a wild animal until he came, driving her over once more before he did. His thick, hot cum exploded into to her, her eyes going wide as she felt it filling her.
Samuel slowly eased himself down atop her, panting hard, kissing eagerly at her neck, ears, arms, chest... everywhere his lips could reach as he was, he lavished and practically worshiped the warm, soft goddess beneath him.
THE END
Captivated by the Dark Pack
Werewolf Romance
By: Jennifer Mckenzie
Captivated by the Dark Pack
My dreams are simple.
It all starts with me looking at my bedroom mirror. It is oval, antique and beautiful. I stare at it as it reflects my pale freckled face and my dark curly hair. I smile at it out of habit and my dimples appear on both sides of my chubby cheeks. I look down at what I’m wearing, expecting to see me in my plus-sized-pajamas. Instead I see myself wearing a sexy purple lingerie, silk. But I know I don’t own anything like this in my wardrobe. I look back at the mirror and saw that I looked good wearing it. I caress the silk lingerie with care and feel as if I’m wearing them for someone.
But who can that someone be? I thought to myself.
That’s when I hear the familiar clink of my apartment door. Someone just entered. My stomach flutters with excitement. He’s here. His footsteps are coming closer to where I am. I’ve been waiting for him but I don’t know who he is.
Who’s there? I ask, and the sound of his footsteps stop. But the question feels wrong. No, not wrong, absurd. I feel as if I should know, as if I’m missing on something. Why?
For a while I just stand there, puzzled at myself. Why do I not know but feel as if I should know him? As if I do know him?
I walk slowly pass the bookshelf that separates my bed from the small living room, towards where his footsteps stopped. I carry my baseball bat just in case. And then I see him, facing towards the window, his silhouette outlined by the city lights of Manhattan. I lower my bat. Even from the back, I am mesmerized by his beauty. His body, muscled and macho like a calvin klein model. He just stands there, gazing at the window, deep in thought. I realize, I do know him. I know him for a very long time now. He’s important to me.
“Honey, you’re here.” I say, the words escaping my lips before I could think of saying any of them. And yet, I’m not surprised. It feels like I’ve been saying this to him almost every day now. He starts to turn around, and just before I can see his face, I wake up.
I blink my eyes more than necessary. I look at the window beside my bed. Usually I see insects flying or crawling there. Today I see a mosquito.
The morning sunlight streams through my window. Beep beep my alarm goes, Its 7 am. I stop its beeping and let my thoughts linger for a moment. I find it strange, that no matter how much I get used to dreaming it, the amount of curiosity I have never lessens. After a few minutes of self questioning, I get up to do my daily routine. First, I drink water and make breakfast which I eat in silence. And then after that I take a bath and change into my clothes. Unlike other girls, I don’t usually take long in changing clothes, I just wear the hell I want to wear. When I finish, I take a brief look at the mirror, the same mirror I looked at in my dreams. I smile out of habit and as always, my dimples appear in each side of my chubby cheeks. I take my bag from the table and go to work.
***
As I close the door to my apartment building, I was greeted by the smell of strong coffee combined with car smoke, which I breath in and out deeply. Cab horns sound everywhere I go, produced by rush hour traffic and impatient drivers. Typical monday morning, I thought. I struggle finding a cab at first, even bumped to a guy on the way. Thankfully, he was nice enough to help me, and within minutes, he had found me a cab. I say a polite thanks and open the cab door. I look at him once again, from inside the cab. He’s cute, I thought. But no way am I crushing on him. I know his type of women. Probably skinny, with make up filled faces and unboring personalities which is kind of the opposite of me. I thought bitterly.
Mrs. Chang, our boss, was waiting at the meeting room for me when I arrive at work. The expression on her face is smiling and friendly as always, which is neither good nor bad. You can never tell with Mrs. Chang, one day she’s greeting you for a job well done, the next day she’s firing you with the same expression in her face.
The company I work for is called Greetings Corp., and my job here is to write greeting card lines. They say I’m good at it, that I was born to be a greeting card writer, but really I’m just staying by this job for the moment, by moment I mean, for the past 4 years now. I just haven’t found the right publishing house for my book yet.
Today, Mrs. Chang is wearing a silver suit, which looked good on her. The suit complemented her asian features and dora haircut quite well. At first glance, you won’t even notice she’s 53.
“You’re late Rowena. The meeting’s already done.” She says, her face tightening but still managing to smile, she does it with effort.
“I’m sorry ma’am, got stuck in a traffic.” I say as I try to fit myself in one of the chairs.
“That’s okay now, Rowena.” She said, reassuringly while also gesturing me to another seat, larger, with a polite smile.
“With all due respect ma'am, why am I here?” I said, when I finally am seated down. She chuckled. I hate being laughed at, but I don’t show her that.
“What you’re here for is actually very exciting. Do you want to hear it?” she says, with a high spirited tone.
“Sure.” I replied with forced interest.
“We’ve decided to give a major project to you. Its called ‘Spring time, happy time!’. Its a series of greeting cards dedicated for spring season. So you in?”
“Oh, of course, that would be a privilege Mrs. Chang.” I say, even though this is the 4th time I’ve been assigned to this kind of project.
“Wonderful! You’ll be working with a new member by the way, He’s an illustrator. Is that okay? We need someone to show him how things work around here.”
A new member? Hmm, this can’t be all that bad. Working at this company for 4 years now does make you feel a bit sick of the people around you every once in a while, at least we can see a new face. A new person to talk to is certainly fine for me.
“I’ll teach him what I can, Mrs. Chang.”
After I and Mrs. Chang am done chit chatting, I go directly to my desk beside Riley, who is the closest thing I’ve ever had to having a bestfriend. His pale face beautified with all kinds of make ups imaginable and his dark hair dyed with all kinds of hippie colors. He is like a walking rainbow, the absolute definition of LGTB. When he sits, he looks taller than me, contrary to when we’re standing.
“Guuuurrrl, what took you so long? We’ve been waiting for you for like- forever now.” He said, in his gayest voice possible.
“Got stuck in traffic.” I sh
rug. “So what did I miss?”
“Same old routine. Everybody did well, except Martha’s. You know how persistent she is. But Mrs. Chang wasn’t all that interested in her presentation, we could tell. So when she told Martha, she might not get most of her works published, she didn’t take it well. It was okay at first but then you didn’t come and then we waited for you, she went full retard and stormed out of the room. Jealous much?”
Dearest Martha, my lawful enemy, always trying her best in sabotaging my life. I hear her sobbing from the other corner of the room and I lean over my desk to take a glimpse. She was already glaring at me with her bulged eyes. I bet she’s wishing for me to go to hell. With her yellow sun dress and ginger hair, its kind of hard to tell she’s a bitch.
“Jealous is an understatement.”
“What else?”
“Well, we’ve already done our presentations, so after that there’s not really anything else to anticipate, except finding out who is assigned with the project. But we all know its you.”
“Didn’t Mrs. Chang tell you about the new guy?”
“Everyone! I’ve got an announcement from Mrs. Chang.” Kyle, Mrs. Chang’s assistant, announced.
We all face towards him.
“The spring time happy time project is assigned to none other than, Rowena.” People clap and smile at me, Martha’s face flush with detest, which gave me a moment of satisfaction. I smile back at the others greatfully.
