by Aspen Grey
I pressed one side of his hip and pinned him down to the bed. I moved on top of him and let my cock drape down onto his ass. Tilting my hips back, I positioned the tip against his sweet pink hole, which was slick and already opened for me.
I thrust down and entered him, giving him all of my cock. He gasped and cried out as I filled him. Our balls pressed against each other and I leaned down to kiss his ear as I started to fuck him.
This is how it’s supposed to be, I thought, lost in the sensations of my mate’s body.
20
Kenneth
All of the night’s troubles washed away as Preston fucked me. There was nothing better in the world than being wanted, completely wanted by my mate. His love, lust, desire, all poured out of him as he plunged his cock deep inside me, taking from me exactly what he needed, while at the same time giving me what I craved.
His dick was unforgiving, like my love for him. I was lost in the sensations flooding my body as he took control over me. With every thrust, each time our bodies collided, I cried out, my mouth pushed into the mattress.
The size of his cock was always verging on almost being too much, but never quite got there. A centimeter more in length or girth, and I wouldn’t be able to take him. He was literally perfect for me.
I gasped as he went especially deep, and gripped the comforter with both hands.
Enjoy this, I thought. Soon you won’t be able to.
Soon, my baby bump would be too big for this position, and I’d have to be on my back, my side, or on top. But only for a while. It was a shame, because I absolutely loved being pinned down by him – helpless, unable to do anything but take it.
As he fucked me, I couldn’t think of anything but the pleasure. His scent washed over me and I couldn’t help but feel like it was heavier when we had sex, like his body produced more of his pheromones to drive me even crazier.
Squirming to the side, I managed to slide a hand between my legs and grab his balls. I held them tight, and I knew they were full of cum, just waiting to be shot into me.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
“You like that?” His voice was a delicate whisper in my ear, contrasting perfectly with the hard pounding he was giving me. It was like hot and cold, sweet and spicy, combining together in the perfect mix of a sensual experience that only he and I could ever share.
“I – love – it,” I groaned in rhythm with his strokes. My ass clapped against his thighs as he slammed me. His hand circled me and lifted my hips slightly, making room for him to grab my cock and stroke it. As he did, I realized just how much precum had been dripping out of me and onto the bed. There was already a wet spot beneath me, and none of it was from my slick.
I felt his cock twitch inside me, and prepared myself for a shot of hot cum. But to my surprise, Preston lifted himself up quickly and pulled out of me. He spanked me hard and growled.
“Oooooh, you make me want to come,” he told me.
“Yeah?” I smiled. But Preston didn’t respond. His hands gripped my ass tightly and spread me open, and then I felt his tongue against my hole. He’d eaten my ass before, but the sensation never ceased to send a shiver up my spine. I let out a noise that was something between a moan and a yelp as he pressed his tongue inside me. His hands tightened on my ass cheeks, squeezing so hard it almost hurt.
I fucking love it…
“Mmmm, you taste just like you smell,” he told me, his voice filled with passion. It made me feel proud – being able to drive him wild like that. He spanked me again, then moved down. He licked my balls, then wrapped his hand around my cock and pulled it down and back toward him. I lifted my hips up, positioning myself doggy style, as he wrapped his lips around my dick.
“Holy shit,” I muttered as he started to suck. It hadn’t even crossed my mind that such a position was even possible, but with Preston, there was no telling what he was going to do next. And I loved that about him.
“Mmmmm,” he moaned as he took all of me in his mouth. I wasn’t quite able to deep-throat him yet, due to his enormous size, but he was able to get all of me down his throat. All of me still inside him, he extended his tongue and pressed it against my balls. I was right on the edge of orgasm, ready to tumble off the edge of a cliff into a chasm of bliss.
And that’s when Preston pulled back.
“You’re close,” he whispered, mounting me again.
“Yes,” I replied as he entered me. “So fucking close.”
“I want you to come with me,” he told me as he buried his length inside me.
“Yes, baby,” I told him. “I want that.”
He started to fuck me – hard, rhythmically. His hand gripped my cock and began to stroke as he slid in and out of my tight hole.
“Yesss….baby….” I moaned, my head spinning. I was drunk off his dick, and didn’t know how much longer my legs would support me.
His free hand gripped my ass hard and pulled me back into him as he thrust forward. Each stroke pressed against my sweet spot, and every time he stroked my dick I felt myself get closer and closer to coming. When his dick finally flexed inside me, and I felt that first shot of his hot load, my own orgasm hit me like a car collision.
“Shhiiiit!” I growled through clenched teeth as my cock twitched and I shot cum all over the bed beneath me.
“That’s it,” Preston said softly as we came together. “Thaatttt’s it…”
I shot a massive load onto the bed as Preston filled my ass with his seed. Finally, I collapsed onto the bed and he fell beside me. His arm instinctively wrapped around my belly in a way that brought tears to my eyes.
Sex was so passionate between us, and the reason it was so utterly sensational, was because of the love between us. I felt bad for all the humans or shifters out there that would never be able to experience what Preston and I had. To find your fated mate was something we all dreamed of, and I’d actually done it.
“I love you, Preston,” I told him as I drifted off to sleep. “We’ll figure this out.”
“I love you too, baby,” he whispered back. “And yes – we will. I promise.”
21
Kenneth
I woke up alone for the first time since I’d met my mate.
“Preston?” I called out, expecting to hear his voice from the bathroom or the kitchen. But there was no response. I got up quickly and made my way into the living room. His scent was fresh, but there was no sign of him.
Pushing open the front door, I stepped outside to see the truck was gone.
“Huh…” I said simply, looking out at the flatland of the farm that stretched out in front of me. It was another typically hot day, dry – very Texas. What wasn’t typical, was Preston’s absence.
We always had breakfast together, and at least a morning shower…if not something more exciting. Some days he’d go out early to work the fields, but he’d never just left me alone to wake up by myself.
“Maybe he left a note,” I thought, turning around and heading back inside. I stretched and yawned as I headed over to the counter. Last night had really worn me out. Maybe it was the sex, maybe it was what had gone on at R7 and the stress that had come from our plan failing. Either way, I wasn’t exactly full of energy, but Preston being gone had me slightly on edge.
There was no note on the counter. Or on the couch, or the side table. I went back into the bedroom, but there was no note there either, and nothing in the bathroom.
“Okay…” I thought, growing more concerned. I went back outside, moving more quickly, searching the fields for the truck. But it just wasn’t there, meaning he’d taken it off the property. As far as I knew, we were stocked up on everything we needed for the next week at least, so there wasn’t any reason for a run into town.
Frank’s place was just up the driveway a ways. If he was home, maybe he’d know where Preston was. Throwing on a pair of jeans and a tank top, I made my way up to his porch and knocked.
“Frank!” I called out. “Frank, are you home?”
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I heard grumbles from inside, followed by the door opening to reveal Frank’s groggy face.
“Eh, what is it?” he growled.
“Late start today, Frank?” I asked, unable to resist a little jab. Frank prided himself on being an early riser. Maybe he’d had a late night like me… “Got a sweet young thing in there with you?”
“Eh, can it, ya little bugger,” Frank replied, wiping his eyes. “What d’ya want?”
“Seen Preston this morning?” I asked. “He was gone when I woke up and it looks like he took the truck. But he didn’t leave me a note saying where he was going.”
“Don’t worry about your man, boyo,” Frank scoffed. “He can take care of himself.”
“I know that,” I replied quickly. “I’m just…I’d like to know where he is – ya know?”
“Probably went down to Evening Glory or something,” he replied.
“That’s what I thought…” I said slowly, checking behind me, hoping to see Preston pulling the truck back down the driveway. “But, I don’t see any reason for him to be there today.”
“Eh, don’t worry about it,” Frank said again. “He’s fine. Don’t waste time worryin’ about nothin’.”
“Frank,” I said quickly. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Not if it’s about what I think it’s about.”
“It’s about the farm—”
“Nope!” he said quickly.
I opened my mouth to protest, but he just shut the door in my face. Frank wasn’t exactly known for his charm. Scowling, I turned around and kicked one of his potted plants he’d neglected to water. The pot was harder than it looked, and I yelped as pain shot through my big toe.
“Son of a – motherfucker!” I cursed as I sat down and rubbed at my toe. What a way to start the day!
I sighed and looked out over the farm that I’d come to know as my home. It was hard to believe that we’d be losing it soon. I’d thought a lot about our options, and had considered whether we could pick up everything and head to Boston like I’d originally been planning. But that just didn’t seem like a good option anymore.
Texas was both of our homes. We’d both been raised here, and it was where I wanted to raise my children. What would Preston do up there? The growing season was short, and he was used to working on the farm. Uprooting our life like that wasn’t just less than ideal, it didn’t make any sense.
Maybe Frank will come around, I thought dismally. My big toe pulsed with pain.
Yeah, right!
Limping, I made my way back to our house and into the bathroom. “And now I have to shower alone.”
I was being a baby, but so what? I missed my mate and had no idea where he was. Wasn’t I allowed to be a little upset? No one was around to tell me differently, so I was going to pout all I wanted!
I took a quick shower, wrapped myself in a towel and went to the kitchen. I didn’t feel like cooking for one, so I had two bowls of cereal and went out to the porch and sat down, not even bothering to put on clothes.
I sat there a while, staring out at the farm, watching the crops blow in the breeze, before eventually heading back inside to get a book. It was a cheesy romance novel about a high-powered Los Angeles lawyer falling in love with a “working boy,” but I absolutely loved it. I think Preston secretly did too, as I found it had been moved a couple of times from where I’d put it down. Of course, he wouldn’t admit to having been reading it.
I read until lunch and was just about to head inside when I saw it – Frank’s truck coming up the driveway, Preston at the wheel.
“Finally!” I said indignantly, getting to my feet and crossing my arms, giving him my best pouty face as he pulled up and parked. “And where have you been?” I asked as he got out.
He had the biggest grin on his face that made it impossible for me to stay mad at him, but I sure did try.
“What?” I asked skeptically as he came up the steps to me. Before I knew it, he had me in his arms and was spinning me around like a new bride.
“Great news, babe,” he told me as he kissed me. As he set me down, I heard the door to the truck open and two more people got out. I recognized one as Chuck, one of the owners of Evening Glory. The other was a girl I’d never met before.
“This is Jamie,” he told me. “And of course Chuck.”
“Pleased to meetcha,” Jamie said with a smile.
“Howdy,” Chuck grinned.
“And…you brought them over for dinner?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.
“No,” he whispered, pulling me close for a kiss. “They’re here to help us save the farm.”
22
Preston
The expression on Kenneth’s face was priceless and sent my heart soaring. I could see the shock in his eyes as my words soaked in. I lifted him into my arms again and kissed him deeply. He wasn’t even able to kiss me back as he tried to process what I’d told him.
I felt bad not leaving him a note when I left in the morning, but Chuck had called me and told me to get down to Evening Glory immediately, as Jamie was ready to talk. I’d thrown myself into the truck and sped off, hoping to be back by the time Kenneth woke up, but the conversation had taken longer than I’d expected.
“Why didn’t you leave me a note?” was the first thing he asked.
“That’s it?” I laughed. “I tell you we’re going to save the farm and you ask me about a note?”
“I didn’t know where you were!”
“Did you check your cell phone?” I replied with a smile. Kenneth blushed and closed his eyes, obviously embarrassed. “I called you like five times.”
“I was…pouting,” he admitted.
“It’s fine,” I told him, giving him a peck on the cheek. “There are more important things right now. Have you seen Frank?”
“For a second up at his house,” Kenneth replied. “He slammed the door in my face.”
“What a charmer,” I chuckled, rolling my eyes. “Well, he’s going to want to talk to us now. Come on.”
Taking Kenneth by the hand, I lead him down the steps and up the driveway toward Frank’s house. Chuck and Jamie followed.
“So this is the cockblocker, huh?” Jamie asked. Kenneth did a quick double-take and shot me a look of total confusion.
“Wha – what?” he asked. I tried not to laugh.
“Jamie’s been trying to turn me straight for…how long now, Jamie?”
“Since I met you,” she shrugged.
“Seven, almost eight years then,” I replied. “She thinks if I just ‘try it’ I’ll realize how much better the other side is.”
“Nothin’ beats a pussy,” she laughed, holding up her hands as though she was innocent. “Just sayin’.”
“Shit, Jamie,” Chuck scoffed. “You better watch that kinda talk around Franky. He might not take too kindly to that mouth of yours.”
“Preston sure would,” she replied, flashing me a wink.
“Hey!” I chuckled, aiming a scolding finger in her direction. “A little respect here? This is my mate you’re walking next to.”
“I’m only joking, honey,” Jamie told Kenneth. She glanced down at his belly and nodded approvingly. “I’d never get between a mate and his baby-daddy.”
“Mate,” I repeated, correcting her.
“Congratulations, Kenneth,” she said with a smile, giving up the act.
“Thank you,” Kenneth replied sheepishly.
I shook my head as we approached Frank’s place. I took the steps quickly and rapped on his door.
“Frank!” I called out. “Open up! Gotta talk to you about somethin’.”
I heard Frank’s footsteps from inside and could tell just by the way he was walking that he wasn’t in the best of moods. That explained the door slamming earlier.
“What is it?!” he growled as he pulled open the door. “Oh, shit. There’s a whole herd of y’all!”
“We’ve got to talk to you about the farm, Frank,” I told him. Frank immedia
tely shook his head and waved a hand like he was swatting a mosquito.
“Nah, nah, nah,” he replied. “Shit’s done. Charles is buying ‘er, and that’s all there is to it.”
“We want to buy it, Frank,” I told him, motioning to Chuck and Jamie. “Chuck and Jamie. We’d be the main supplier of the produce to their store. Any excess we’d be free to sell however we want.”
Kenneth was standing beside me, and squeezed my arm twice. I looked down to see him absolutely beaming up at me. I knew he wanted nothing more than to hop up and down right there, but he was being good and restraining himself.
I thought I’d see a look of gratitude or relief on Frank’s face, but I was shocked to see the complete opposite. He looked – generally pissed off.
“What the Hell, Frank?” I asked. “What’s the problem?”
“Shit,” he groaned, shaking his head. “I told you, didn’t I? The deal’s done! Charles is gonna buy the place, y’all can find some other land to buy up if you really want to.”
“What the fuck, Franky?!” Chuck growled. “The Hell is wrong with you?”
“Don’t start with me, pal!” Frank snapped, waving a finger in his face. “This is my land and I’ll do whatever I goddamn well please with it!”
“And sell it to one of the biggest cunts in the greater Austin area!?” Jamie spat.
“You’re damn right!” Frank bellowed. “You think I want the Vandertons on my bad side? Welching on a deal at the last minute? Fuck no!”
Frank, just like everybody else around town, was afraid of the Vandertons and their power. I wanted to be angry with him, but I understood. Frank wasn’t some young alpha in his prime with a big pack to protect him. He was an older guy, without a mate, who didn’t want to get on the bad side of the wrong people.
“Frank, do you really think the Vandertons will treat you well after they buy your farm?” I asked him, narrowing my eyes. “You think they won’t kick your ass out right after us?”
