“That’s it, Lizzie, feels good, doesn’t it. I bet none of the others did this. They have no idea just how filthy you are, do they?” He leans in and spits onto his thumbs. When he feels that he has stretched her enough, he removes them and places the tip of his cock to her arse.
“Yes, yes, James, fuck me. Fuck me in the arse with your cock.” Her voice is shocking and exhilarating and he can’t wait for a second longer. He plunges into her virgin hole, taking her hard and she screams out.
“Yes, yes, harder, harder, ram me with all you’ve got.”
And he does. Her ass is tight and twitching around him—it’s so new and erotic and dark. It only takes a few strokes until he’s coming and she’s shuddering and squirming again too. Her fingers have made it up to her clit and he lets her off with it this time, seeing as he had been quite absorbed in his own pleasure. He’s still jerking and coming into her tight hole and it takes a while for them to stop twitching and pulsing. He carefully withdraws, rubbing her bottom and caressing her. He pulls her panties back in place and helps her to standing. He is a little unsure of what to expect but she lifts up on her tippy toes and pulls his head to hers, kissing him hungrily and fully, devouring him, claiming him as hers as he had just claimed her.
“I fucking love you, James McCoy.”
“I love you too, Lizzie McCoy.”
Chapter Ten
She rolls into the dip he leaves in the mattress as he lumbers out of bed and into his whites.
She keeps her eyes closed and feigns sleep as he kisses her softly on the forehead. Daylight still hours away, she lies relishing the heat and sting of her buttocks as they graze against the warm sheets, and the throb in her pussy and ass where he penetrated her last night. It had been a wonderful session. Since that night when he’d spanked her in the alley outside the dance hall, things had fallen into place between them. She wonders at his perception of her every mood—every nuance of her once fragile psyche has been noticed, played with, soothed and calmed, all by his strong palms and rock-hard cock.
She climbs out of bed and goes to listen at the window. They have a new home now, in a small town where they live above the bakery.
The thump and roll of dough being kneaded keeps her standing there. She pictures his thick heavy hands squeezing and plying with chewing fingers sinking into the elastic wheaty flesh. And so she grows warmer. He fills her with heat, his mighty hands her master to keep her safe and warm and secure.
The overwhelming ferocity of their need for each other is sometimes unbearable.
There is a slight chill in the early morning air so she pulls the window closed and slides back in between the still warm sheets, listening to the rhythmic sounds of the waking bakery. It’s the same rhythm of their lovemaking, spanking and all. Lizzie rubs her palms over her bruised flesh and presses, letting the deep low throb take her over. He’s given her permission to touch herself after he leaves.
Her hands creep down between her legs.
The End
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