by Diane Leyne
She went to pull her tank over her head, but he shook his head. He knelt beside her and slowly pulled the tank over her head, folded it and laid it on his clothes. Then he removed her bra and put it with the other items. He tipped her back and pulled off her shoes and socks before undoing her jeans and pulling them off and folding them as well. She was nearly naked, wearing only her black panties. She could see the desire in his eyes as he carefully removed the scrap of lace, sniffing it and touching the dampness, and placed it with the other garments.
Then he looked down at her, breathing heavily and clearly using all of his willpower to hold himself in check. Nelly felt the desire boiling in her own stomach. She felt like she’d die if she didn’t touch him soon. Her nipples had beaded when he picked her up and carried her from the truck, but now she felt like they were almost painfully hard.
And her clit throbbed. When would he touch her? Or even just say something? She squirmed. She could feel her cream dripping from her pussy. She parted her legs. She knew he could see the liquid on her thighs. She watched him and she widened her legs, reaching down to touch her own clit. She could feel the beginnings of her climax. She was so turned on that it wouldn’t take much. He could see her body arch with desire. Almost involuntarily, her hand reached up to stroke his length.
“I want you inside me now,” she demanded, laying back, parting her legs. “I want to cum with you inside me.”
He moved so fast he was almost a blur. One second he was standing staring down at her and the next, he was buried to the hilt inside her pussy. She moved her hips impatiently, trying to get him to move. He had just enough of his weight on her that she couldn’t move.
He braced himself on his elbows and leaned down and kissed her. It was a sweet, almost chaste kiss, considering his cock was buried in her pussy.
“I love you and I know it is much too soon to say it but I do. And I want to marry you. But I’ll wait until you are ready. And if you want kids, I’d like that, too. Jenna and Tyler wouldn’t want me to mourn them forever. They’d want me to move on, and I want to move on with you.”
She looked up with love in her eyes. She reached up and touched his cheek. “I love you, too, and I want to marry you and make babies with you. And if you don’t fuck me hard right this second I’m going to scream in frustration.”
He grinned and started moving within her, slowly and gently and reverently. Soon he could hear her moaning, and he could tell that her climax was approaching. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and changed his angle so the head of his cock was brushing against her G-spot with every stroke. He could feel her convulse in his arms, her body going tense and then shuddering as her climax swept through her and his pussy tried to milk his cock.
But Jack just kept going. He kept up his even strokes, picking up just a little bit of speed until he felt the small tremors in her body that signalled that another orgasm build within her.
He looked down. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure as she moaned, her hips coming up to meet his. He picked up speed, pounding into her. He knew his own climax was near. He reached between their bodies to reach her clit. With the first soft swipe of his fingers, he felt her body start to shudder. When he pinched it, she came hard, her pussy clamping down on his cock. At the same time, he pressed in as deep as he could go and let himself come, shooting wave after wave of semen deep into her pussy.
His chest heaved as he braced himself over her. Very carefully, so as not to dislodge his now somewhat softened but not completely flaccid cock within her, he rolled onto his back with her on top of him. He closed his eyes and held her tight.
Nelly felt like all of her bones had melted. It was all she could do not to fall asleep on top of him. She looked up.
“Jack?”
He opened his eyes and looked at her. She could see in the dim light that he was crying. She reached up to brush away the tears.
“I was so afraid. Not of going to jail. I knew I was innocent. But I was afraid that you would think I could have done it, especially if there was no evidence at your office parking spot. I thought you’d always wonder unless they could find the real culprit.”
“I knew you didn’t do it. I didn’t need evidence.”
“I realized that when you came storming into the police station interrogation room. You are an amazing woman. And very formidable. I think you scared the cops. I hope you don’t ever get mad at me.”
“You didn’t say anything.”
“I couldn’t without breaking down in tears. I don’t mind crying in front of you, although I don’t plan on doing it often, but I draw the line at crying in front of cops. And then when they gave me back my belongings, I was just really embarrassed that Sergeant Monroe had catalogued what I had in the bag.”
“Not half as embarrassed as I was when I realized that Sergeant Monroe knew you planned to shove a butt plug up my ass.”
Jack laughed at her embarrassment, but he could she was turned on too. He could feel the little flutters in her pussy and feel the gush of fluid when she mentioned the butt plug. He felt himself growing hard inside her. He moved to roll her.
“Oh no you don’t. It’s my turn to ride you,” Nelly declared, and then she did. She braced her knees and feet and gripped his forearms and slowly raised herself up and then down his shaft.
Jack loved the feel of her pussy grasping his length. And he really loved watching her tits bounce as she rode him. If they were together for the next fifty years, he would never stop loving the sight of her riding him hard, her head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy.
He reached up and cupped her breasts, playing with the nipples.
“Did I ever tell you how much I love your tits? They are nice and big and round and bounce so delightfully when you ride me.” He grinned as she coloured, but he could feel her response. He could tell from her expression that she liked it when he talked dirty to her.
He pinched her hardened nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging on them. She moaned.
“I can’t wait to clamp these nipples. Have you ever worn nipple clamps? I think I just may have a pair in that bag” She reddened and shook her head, glancing apprehensively at the paper bag. “You’ll love it. Think about it, I’ll put the clamps on your nipples and shove the butt plug up your ass before I fuck you next time. You’ll love having your ass filled and it’ll get you ready for my cock.”
He released one of her breasts and moved his hand to her ass. She felt him gather up some of her liquid with his finger and then move to her asshole. She kept going with her up-and-down rhythm, but when she came down, her bottom hole pressed against his finger. It slid into her, knuckle deep, and she felt that strange feeling in the pit of her stomach again. One part of her was scared of the idea of a cock up her butt, but another part of her desired it. She wanted him to take her in every way a man could take his woman.
She moaned. She was getting close. He took his other hand off her breast and zeroed in on her clit. As soon as he touched it, her climax rocketed through her. He grabbed both her hips, braced his feet, and started slamming up into her, pounding into her hard before shooting his cum up into her.
When they were done, they were both limp. She slumped on him. He rolled and gently pulled out. Then he went into the bathroom and came back with a warm rag to clean her up. She tried to take it from her, but he wouldn’t let her. When he was done, he took it back into the bathroom, pausing to get something from his paper bag. She heard the water running again and knew he was washing the butt plug.
She coloured. She couldn’t believe she was going to let him shove something in her ass. He returned to the bed, sat down, and pulled her up over his lap. He caressed her ass before he brought his hand down hard. Then he rubbed the hot spot.
“Ouch. What was that for?”
Smack. He hit the other cheek. “That was for scaring me.” Smack, smack.
“What are you talking about?”
“Do you know how scared I was w
hen I realized someone was trying to kill you? I’d just found you and I was afraid I was going to lose you. And then when the police told me you believed that I was the one, I couldn’t believe you doubted me. I just shut down. You saw me. At first I went a little crazy and tried to hit the cop who told me that you thought it was me and then I just shut down and gave up. Even if they cleared me, it wouldn’t matter if you didn’t believe in me.”
Smack, smack, smack. Something strange was happening. The initial sting of the slaps was transforming, and the heat seemed to be going straight to her pussy. Oh my god, this spanking was turning her on, and he knew it. He was massaging her butt after every smack, but now his fingers were inside her, feeling the wetness that was dripping down her thighs.
“Hmm. You liked being spanked. I’ll have to remember that.” It turned him on, too. His cock was as hard as a rock and digging into her side.
She felt him reach for something. With one hand, he pulled her butt cheeks apart. It was a good thing he couldn’t see her face, because it was bright red. She felt him dribble some cold lube between her cheeks. She jumped at the feel. He chuckled and started swirling the lube with his finger, pushing against the little rosette. Using the lube, it was easier for him to breach her ass. He slid his finger in and out a few times. She moaned. He pushed his finger in to the second knuckle and started swirling his finger around. She moaned louder and started squirming. With his other hand, he reached under her and rubbed her clit.
Oh, god. How was she going to take this?
When he pulled his finger out, she made a keening sound of displeasure. She felt him pour some more lube between her cheeks and some directly into her slightly gaping ass. Then he pushed two fingers into her. This hurt a bit, but the pain quickly morphed to a dark pleasure as he scissored his fingers, opening her up further. He added a third finger. Now she felt full and stretched to the maximum. She squirmed in his arms. He pulled out his fingers and smacked her on both cheeks, and his other hand started moving on her clit again.
This time, he breached her ass with the butt plug. In the bag it didn’t look that big, certainly smaller than his erect cock, but now it felt enormous. She felt him push it into her and pull back a bit, push it further and then pull back a bit. She knew that it was shaped like a Christmas tree, starting from a narrow rounded point and that point was now in her ass. Then it broadened out before abruptly narrowing before flaring out once more to a wide base to ensure that it didn’t go all the way in and could be easily removed.
As he fucked it into her, she could feel it stretching her wider and wider. It was starting to hurt, and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take when she felt it slide home inside her. Jack patted her ass and crooned, “Good girl.” He wiggled the plug inside her, and all she felt was desire. Her pussy felt particularly empty, and she sighed with pleasure when he inserted his finger. The plug pushed down on the thin membrane separating her ass from her pussy, compressing it, and his finger felt enormous.
She squeaked in surprise when he flipped her and placed her gently on the pillow. He spread her legs, and then she watched as he lubed his cock and carefully pushed into her, slowly, watching her face.
She couldn’t believe how tight she felt. She thought she’d fly apart before he got halfway in. He leaned down and kissed her gently. Then he pushed the rest of the way with one stroke. She convulsed on him, her orgasm slamming through her.
Jack took that as his cue to move. She was so tight he wasn’t going to last and quickly shot his load into her.
He rolled off her and pulled her tightly to his side and prepared to go asleep. She reached behind her, but he stopped her.
“What do you think you are doing?”
“You forgot the butt plug.”
He cuddled her closer, holding her arms in his so she couldn’t remove the plug.
“Nope. I put it there, remember.”
“You expect me to sleep with this up my butt.”
Jack leaned down and whispered in her ear. “You’ll sleep with it and I’ll remove it in the morning and replace it with my cock.”
“Oh.”
Chapter Fourteen
Nelly felt Jack moving beside her. He rolled her onto her stomach. She opened one eye. It was still dark. She felt him wiggling the butt plug.
“You awake?”
“I am now,” she answered dryly.
“Good. Now scoot your knees up under you. I’ll pile up a few pillows to make you more comfortable.”
She did and he did, and she realized how tense she was. He leaned over her, using one hand to rub her clit. Soon she was moaning with need, wanting his cock inside her.
Carefully, he removed the plug. She was surprised at how empty she felt. She felt him squirt some more lube inside her and then rub it round the edges of her asshole. Then he removed his finger, and she could feel his cockhead pressing against her rosette. She could feel herself opening up, but it wasn’t enough.
“You’re not going to fit” she moaned.
“Do you want me to stop?” He hesitated.
“No, damn it. I want you.”
“Say it. Say what you want.”
“I want your cock in my ass. It was what you wanted to hear?” And so help her, it was true. She wanted him, needed him inside her.
He added some lube and pushed again. This time, he popped through her rosette easily. He paused with just the head of his cock inside her.
“Oh my god, you are squeezing my cock so hard. I don’t know how long I can last.”
“Stop talking and fuck me!” she demanded.
Jack looked down at Nelly. He pushed in slowly, using all of his self-control not to bury himself in her. He had to remind himself that her ass was virgin and he had to be careful. But soon he was deep inside her, and he started to move. He knew he wasn’t going to last. He reached around her and gave her clit a squeeze. As he felt her climax ripple through her, he let himself go.
She could feel his cum shoot deep within her ass as the remains of her orgasm fluttered through her. She felt his weight as he collapsed on her, and then he slowly pulled out of her ass. She felt him get up off the bed and head to the bathroom to clean up. He returned with a warm washcloth to find she was too limp to move and was still lying with the pillows up under her torso. He cleaned her up then removed the extra pillows and cuddled her close.
“Well, all in all that was quite a Thanksgiving, Nelly. I think there’s only one way we can top that at Christmas.”
“How?” she asked warily.
“By getting married.”
THE END
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Diane Leyne grew up in Ontario. Two of her great passions are photography and reading. Diane devours all types of books from thrillers to erotica. After years of saying, “I think I could do that,” she did thanks to Siren Book-Strand. And now she's hooked on writing and is working feverishly on her next book.
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