Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
In the mornings, I woke to him already inside me or with his head between my thighs. Then he’d put one of those things in my ass twice a day. When we weren’t eating, sleeping or feeding the animals he was inside me.
I was still trying to figure him out. He never raised his voice, never hit me, and even when I got frustrated and hauled off and slugged him a time or two all he did was kiss me and take me to bed, and once on the kitchen table.
He talked about the farm, the future; our kids. Everything and anything except the one thing I wanted to know. Whenever I brought up the subject of him letting me go he just ignored me, or changed the subject.
And sometimes at night, he’d sing to me. He had an old guitar that he said belonged to his daddy and he’d taught himself how to play. His favorite song was Moon River from some movie I’d never heard of.
I wouldn’t tell him, but he had a beautiful voice. It put me at peace. He could go on and on for hours about the land and all the things he had planned for us and our as yet unborn children. Sometimes I could even see it plain as day.
Last night for the first time I was eager to get to bed. I wanted him and didn’t know what to do about that turn of events. It felt like maybe I should be trying harder to get away, not giving in to my plight.
I laid in bed early the next morning looking at the sunrise through the window while he laid behind me with his arms holding me tight. “Are you awake Angel?” He kissed my ear and squeezed me. “Isn’t this much better? Can you hear the birds singing? Do you see the sun climbing over the top of the tree line?”
Every morning he did this. It was as if he was trying to sell me on the idea of living here. I was afraid I was losing my will to fight, but every time I felt that way I just dug my heels in and fought all the harder.
I moved to get out of bed but his hands pulled me back. My body reacted, already preparing itself for his. I was becoming conditioned and he knew it the bastard.
“Lift your leg Angel.” I don’t know why he asked since he did it himself before sliding into me from behind. I bit my lip so the sigh of pleasure wouldn’t escape but I should’ve known he wouldn’t let that slide.
He turned my head to him and licked across my lips while moving deeper into me and my mouth opened to accept him. His big rough hand squeezed my breast as he moved slowly back and forth.
Mornings were the worst. It’s then he takes his time as if the three or four times he’d had me throughout the night had taken the edge off and he could take his time and make me crazy.
It was times like these that I felt like what we were doing was so much more than having sex. I felt tears prick my eyes as those sweet feelings started in the pit of my tummy. I still didn’t know how he was able to get me to react to his touch when I was against everything he stood for.
Yesterday, I’d found myself wanting him, missing his touch while he was outside with the animals while I stayed back rearranging the furniture and putting up curtains.
I knew what was happening to me, knew that I was falling for him. That the tenderness he showed me was breaking down all my walls. “Stop thinking so hard Melanie Angel, just feel.”
His hand moved down between my legs and found my clit. “Oh…” I pushed back hard and sucked on his tongue even harder as my hips sped up. My heart felt like it would burst in my chest and I was crying loud broken sobs when he pushed me onto my stomach and drove into me.
It was so good, I can’t deny that what he does to my body surpasses all expectations. I was tired of holding back, tired of fighting against myself. Just this once I told myself. Just this once I will let myself enjoy.
It’s as if as soon as I made up my mind my body took over. “That’s my good girl.” I pushed back against him sliding myself on and off his cock as he squeezed my nipple with one hand and tormented my clit with the fingers of the other.
T-Bone
I fucked into my pussy hard from behind, pulling her slender hips back into my groin as I pummeled her sweet cunt. I felt the change in her and smiled. This is what I was waiting for, once I got her to give into me only once I knew I had her for a lifetime.