Inextinguishable Love: Firefighter and Interracial Romance

by Kathleen Bunker

  “Suck it, lick me hard,” she advocated and held his brunette hair and pushed him closer to dig deeper into her crotch, “Give it to me, my fiancé,”

  Frank was so happy to still remember that he’d be taking Elsa down the aisle soon.

  “I can’t wait to father your child,” he said and crawled up to her nipple and began to suck voraciously and squeezing with his two hands like an orange being juiced.

  As he sucked her nipple, Elsa grabbed his cock and pushed her hip forward until his cock began to touch the tongue of her pussy. She began to caress her pussy with the cap of his cock until she was so wet to receive him.

  Frank already knew what she wanted, so he pushed his hip forward and met her pussy in an intersection which made it easier for Elsa to push the huge cock into her kitty until she swallowed the entire length. She began to fondle his balls while Frank began to screw her gradually until he felt the growing veiny cock that got bigger inside her.

  Frank began to pound heavily on her which got him distracted from sucking her nipple. Elsa raised her legs and spread them more to ensure a deeper penetration.

  “I know you love it,” Frank said and continued fucking hard, hammering heavily on her until she began to coat his cock with her whitish jelly-like secretion.

  “Fuck me faster, fuck harder and kill that fucking pussy,” she snarled and wiggled her head to the point that she began to scatter her ponytail.

  Elsa became so crazy and overtaken with desire which made her push Frank down and mounted on his cock and forced the pulsating cock into her snatch and started hammering on it. She placed her hands on the walls of the exotic car and kept banging hard and twirling her ass to ensure a deep thrust and a thorough screw. She kept fucking until Frank began to have an explosion.

  “Seems I am about to cum, baby,” Frank announced.

  Elsa got crazy and kept hitting harder on him to make him cum into her pussy.

  “Cum inside me, cum inside the sweet hole and tell me how you feel baby.”

  Frank held her hip firmly and began to smack her robust ass as he began to dispense his thick cum inside her pussy. He shot his cum-bullets for about five times before the final and last drop was dispensed.

  Elsa didn’t stop fucking but kept pounding hard on him until she felt that her wall couldn’t hold firm to the gallant dick because it had become weak and numb inside her. She slowly got up, making some copious cum to drip from her pussy because they were really much in quantity.

  Frank and Elsa became so weak and rested in the car until they had the strength to clean up their messy bodies and dressed up.

  Frank got down first and then opened the door for Elsa to alight. They went back into the Deli. Immediately they stepped their feet into the Deli hall, the entire people began to clap and cheer which got the newly engaged happy and satisfied. The engagement party continued until midnight.

  Frank took Elsa home and they had an unforgettable marathon sex one more time which brought the engagement night to a successful conclusion.

  Epilogue

  Frank and Elsa had a memorable grand wedding that took place on the cruise ship, with most of the US Navy SEAL in attendance. Delia Adolfo was the maid of honor while Andrew George, Frank’s boss was the best man. Frank thanked his boss in a special way for giving him the opportunity to meet such a wonderful angel that turned his saddened life to the happiest one. Frank’s pursuit of happiness was consummated by his marriage to Elsa which made them live happily ever after.

  THE END

  Another bonus story is on the next page.

  Bonus Story 34 of 44

  Falling for the Clan Leader

  Description

  Two formidable Highland families, Clan Douglas and Clan Fraser, have been at war for nearly two decades. Sophie, the youngest daughter of Clan Douglas, has never known anything but war in her nineteen years of life. She grew up hating the rival family, and this hatred only grows when she is captured by Callum Fraser, the oldest son in his clan and a man with a reputation for trouble.

  He takes Sophie back to his family homestead to be held as a captor, but the more time they spend together, the more they realize just how similar they are. Sophie tries to fight her feelings for the impressive man, but all bets are off when she learns his surprising intentions for her. As the two give in to their temptations and begin a lurid affair, they must keep their relationship a secret or risk even more turmoil between their clans.

  Will the two young lovers find happiness in the midst of war? Will their love help bring peace to their people?

  *****

  The sun shone down, warm and unfamiliar in the autumn’s noon sky. Perched up high on the back of her horse, Sophie meandered through the heart of a village on the outskirts of her family's claim. It was a beautiful day, and the peasants were making use of the temporary respite from the dreary cold that normally hung over the land this time of year.

  Mothers lay in the grass, allowing the rays to tan their pale arms while children ran around them in circles, chasing one another back and forth. Sophie liked to imagine that every day before the war had been this lovely, but, that was all just her daydreams of another time. The war had begun a year before she was born, so she knew nothing of days of peace.

  Sophie was the youngest daughter of Clan Douglas, one of the most powerful families in all the highlands. Their land holdings stretched out a full-days horse ride from every direction of their homestead. Much of the space was farmland, dedicated to crops and livestock, but Sophie enjoyed these small peasant villages most of all. She loved wandering these dirt trodden roads, getting a glimpse into the lives of these farm workers and seeing first-hand the people who pledged their loyalty to her father and followed him into war with Clan Fraser.

  It was rare for Sophie to be allowed to wander on her own, but she had just turned 19nineteen and insisted that her father and his warriors give her the space to be a young woman. All of her older siblings had been given the free rein to spend their days exploring, but her father had grown weary from years of war and had been reluctant to let his daughter out of his sight. He had trained her to defend herself, of course, and she was quite able to hold her own in a sparring match, but Robert Douglas was still deeply protective of his baby girl.

  It was a treat, then, for Sophie to be allowed to wander the countryside on her own, and she vowed to make the most of it.

  Reaching a bartering stall in the center of the village, Sophie dismounted her horse and tied him to a nearby post.

  “Can I help ye, miss?” the elderly woman at the stall asked. Her lips turned upward into a big smile, revealing a mouth only dotted with teeth and deep laugh lines that made Sophie immediately trust her. “Ye must be one of Sir Douglas’ brood. Ye’ve got his green eyes and fair skin.”

  “Yes,” Sophie nodded. “He’s my father.”

  “A great man, he is! Kept us safe for many harvests now.” The older woman nodded her head in thanks. “I have a fresh loaf of bread and some cheese just in from the farm along the loch. Here, for ye.”

  The elderly woman pulled a loaf from her cart and wrapped it in cloth. Tying a string around it to hold it together, she handed it across the stall to Sophie.

  “I can’t,” Sophie refused, shaking her head. “Please, let me pay.”

  “No, no. I can’t take your coin, love. I owe your family me life.” The woman pushed the package into the Sophie's hand before reaching back into the stall and retrieving a small, leather flask. “And a nip to wash it down.”

  “Thank you,” Sophie replied, humbly accepting the flask and wrapped food. She wasn’t unfamiliar with receiving gifts from those who loved her father, but it never ceased to feel inappropriate to accept gifts from these villagers. They were, after all, members of her clan.

  Nodding her thanks once again, the fair-skinned girl tucked the food into her saddle pouch and mounted her horse. With a quick flick of her wrist, she and her steed trotted out of the square and made their way toward
the lochs, the cool air providing a nice break from the intensity of the sun.

  Lochs dotted Clan Douglas’ holding and each provided their own spectacular view, but none were more beautiful and private than Loch Malcolm. Sir Douglas had renamed the small but breathtaking lake after his first-born son. When she was a child, Sophie’s brother would take her to his namesake where they would spend the afternoon splashing in the water and chasing each other through the overlooking hills. Now that she was nineteen, Sophie had outgrown the childish frolicking in favor of spending the warm afternoon sunning along the bank.

  It took her less than half an hour of riding before Sophie rode over the crest of the hill and spotted the still water of Loch Malcolm below. The sun glistened off the clam water, and it didn’t take long for the girl to find a spot perfect for lounging. She dismounted her horse and took the rucksack from its back. As it wandered down to the lake for a drink, she pulled the wrapped food from her bag and laid down in the warm grass.

  Sophie began to nibble on the bread and cheese that she had been gifted as she looked out on the beauty of her family’s land. It truly was the most gorgeous vista she had ever seen.

  Taking a long swig from the flask, she felt the liquor sting the back of her throat and burn its way down to her stomach. There was something so relaxing about drinking in such a beautiful place, she though, and she indulged a bit longer before feeling the rays of the afternoon sun lulling her to sleep. Placing her sack underneath her head, she laid back and drifted off into a deep and lovely slumber.

  *****

  Sophie startled with a jolt. She had been dreaming of days spent swimming carelessly in the lake, but before she even opened her eyes she knew that something was wrong.

  “I hope I didn’t disturb your dream, lass.” A gruff voice broke the silence.

  Sophie whipped around and saw a man sitting to her right. With shoulder length black hair and soft blue eyes, this man looked out of place lying in the grass. His chiseled jaw reminded her of the men in portraits that hung on the walls of her family’s castle—he was far too handsome to exist outside of art.

  She could tell he was tall, even sitting down, and he was built like the stone cliff they sat atop. Veins popped out of muscles visible on his bare forearms, and the thin cloth of his shirt did little to conceal the bulk of his chest.

  “Who are you?” Sophie demanded. Her hand reached for the knife she kept tucked into her waistband. “Why are you here?”

  “You really shouldn’t be out here all by yourself,” the large man replied. He lounged backward, leaning one arm against the ground. He took a bite from a hunk of bread Sophie had left sitting beside her.

  What nerve on this clansman, Sophie thought. To eat the food of a sleeping girl was beyond bold.

  “I’ll ask you again, sir. Who are you?” Sophie questioned, her fingers still gripped firmly around the blade at her side.

  “Put your blade away, girl,” the man sighed. “It won’t do you any good. We both know you can’t best me and there’s no one around to save you.”

  Sophie rose to her feet and backed away from the stranger, pulling her blade out defensively. Her heart beat loudly in her chest as she raised her voice, “For the last time, who are you!?”

  “You don’t recognize me?” the man asked calmly, wiping the crumbs from his hands. She shook her head; she was sure that she would have recognized this man if they had ever met before. “I can’t say I’m not a tad disappointed. I knew you were a Douglas daughter the second I laid eyes on you.” He lifted himself up off the ground, and for the first time it was evident just how much he towered over the girl. “I’m Callum Fraser.”

  The name caused a stone to drop in Sophie’s stomach. The man towering over her was a Fraser, a son of the clan her father had been at war with all these years. He was right, there was no way she could take him in a fight, but she had to at least try.

  Lunging forward, she swung her blade at him. She had hoped the motion would cause him to back away, but it did just the opposite. He strode ever closer toward her, still looking clam as ever. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she realized that her horse was too far away for her to reach it before he overtook her. She was going to have to fight.

  Callum was closing the distance between them with every stride. His long legs covered twice the ground as hers. “Please, put down the knife, lass. You’ve already lost.”

  “You won’t take me without a fight,” Sophie growled, lowering her voice as deep as it would go. No matter how hard she tried, however, she felt like a mouse battling a cat.

  “If that’s what you wish.” Callum sighed and shot her one last sympathetic look before starting toward her.

  It only took him three strides to close their gap, and before she knew it he had pounced on her. She thrashed with all of her might, landing a few shallow cuts before he pinned her to the ground. His body fell heavily on hers, and it only took one of his hands to secure both of her wrists above her head. The force of the tackle caused the blade to fall to the grass behind her, and she knew she had been bested.

  “I gave you fair warning to drop the knife,” Callum grunted. “But I will admit—you’re much tougher than you look.”

  Sophie felt something wet drip against her neck, and looking up she realized that she had landed a jab on the man’s upper arm. Blood trickled down his impressively muscular arm, and Sophie suddenly felt faint. She ignored the feeling as nothing more than breathlessness from Callum’s body weight pressing down upon her, but her mind lingered on the thought of his muscular arms for longer than she was comfortable admitting to herself. This man was her enemy, and at the moment her captor as well.

  With one swift motion, Callum raised his body and flipped Sophie over, face first into the warm grass. She felt a rope wrap around her wrist and realized that she was now entirely at his mercy.

  “Please,” she begged, turning her head toward her captor. “My father will offer you whatever you want. Just don’t kill me.”

  The man sitting atop her back let out a deep laugh. “I have no intention of killing you, lass. I know how much you mean to your father, and that is exactly why I’m taking you back to Fraser lands.”

  Sophie felt the weight lift from her back and suddenly she was flying. Callum lifted her into the air and, without any effort, threw the girl over his broad shoulder. Sophie knew that she should have struggled, knew that she should have writhed against her captor, but above all, she knew that any fight would have been pointless. Callum was easily twice her size and stronger than she had originally given him credit for. She was now entirely at his mercy.

  With a sharp whistle, Callum called over his equally oversized horse. Pure black and unbelievably large, it was a steed meant for a man of his stature. Without even a huff, the Fraser prince tossed Sophie across the front of the animal as if she were a sack of flour from the market. With a swing of his long leg, Callum mounted his horse and nestled in behind her. He wrapped one arm around Sophie’s waist and gripped her tightly as the horse began to trot further and further away from the familiar sight of Loch Malcolm.

  “Hold on, lass. It’s going to be a long journey.”

  Sophie tried her best to ignore the tightness in her throat that grew with every second as the lake grew further and further away. She tried to replay the afternoon in her mind, tracking her steps to figure out how she found herself in such a predicament. More than anything, however, she tried to ignore the sensations that arose in the pit of her stomach every time Callum’s strong fingers clenched tighter around her waist.

  *****

  The journey north had gone on for hours before they finally entered Fraser territory. The sun was beginning to set, casting a twilight haze over the land which only made the whole experience seem even more dreamlike than it already did. Sophie watched hopelessly as the familiar territory gave way to paths and scenery she had never seen before. She would never admit it, but the road to Callum’s homestead was even more beautiful th
an her own family’s land.

  Sophie knew the second the horse entered a Fraser village by the friendly cheers and calls of support that greeted the Callum and her bound body as they marched down the main road. The people fawned over the clan member in a way Sophie had never seen before. He waved humbly as people leaned their heads out of their thatched houses and stopped on the side of the street to shout words of encouragement at the man. A few of the elderly village women even approached the horse and offered gifts and their thanks to Callum’s family.

  By the time they reached any sort of civilization, dusk had already passed and it was now officially night fall. It was well into the depths of the night by the time Callum and Sophie rode up to a fortress on top of a large hill. The structure itself was foreboding in the most dramatic sense, with no less than three circular towers rising above the manor below. It was difficult for Sophie to imagine that Clan Fraser had such an opulent fortress when tales of the enemy had always portrayed them in such a poor light.

  While Sophie took in her foreign surroundings, Callum brought his horse into the stable and allowed her to dismount the steed. She could feel the imprint on her skin where he had been holding her throughout the journey, and the second he released her to stand on her own, her skin ached for his heat once again. What had she become that she desired the hand of her captor, she wondered?

  As soon as the horse was tied to its stable post, fortunately, Sophie felt Callum's hand return, this time to the small of her back. He was strong—strong enough that his guidance felt like leading as he helped navigate the two of them through the paddock and into the main castle courtyard.

  As they made their way into the fortress, two guards stepped forward and unsheathed their swords, pointing them at Sophie.