Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
When we get to the creek, water is still trickling over it, but the force is greatly diminished. I go to cross and then Red sweeps me off my feet. “Wait, what?” I cry out.
“Don’t want you to get your feet wet,” he says with a smile.
“I’m wearing the same type of shoes you are, buster,” I point out.
Despite my protests, he carries me across without any great strain on his part, in case I had any doubts about his upper body strength. He sets me down on the other side. “Ah, but could you take that very mild current like I could?”
“Probably, but I guess it’s the thought that counts.”
More giggles as he takes me by the hand and we journey on.
It’s not long before I notice something odd about our path back, though. “Uh, Red, I don’t think this is the right way.”
“It’s exactly where we need to go, Annie.”
“I don’t recognize this from when we came out. You sure we didn’t take a wrong turn somewhere?”
“It’s not the same way that we came, love.”
“What? Come on Red, now’s not the time to get clever. I don’t want to get lost in the woods twice within twenty-four hours.”
“We’re not getting lost, Annie. We were never lost. I know every nook and cranny within a five-mile radius around the family cabin. The rivers, the mountains, the lakes, I’m a walking map of the area.”
I cross my arms, pail still in hand as I follow him. “Then where are we going, Mr. Outdoorsman?”
“Have a little faith, my love.”
It’s not long before he leads me to a place behind a swath of thick trees, covering the field from all directions but one. Before us is a wide meadow of colorful wildflowers growing tall and it fills me with awe.
“A little piece of beauty, just for my beauty.”
He takes the blackberry pail from me and sets it down on the ground before turning to me and taking me into his arms. Running his hands through my hair, holding me tight as he brings me in for a kiss. The electricity shoots through me, then he takes me by the hand and guides me through the flowers.
It’s all quite the sight to see, and another one of his many charms. The only thing more beautiful than the flowers is currently holding my hand, and I know just how to make him even more beautiful.
I rush him, taking him down, hitting the soft bed of flowers. I kiss him on the lips and pull at the buttons of his shirt.
“You want me now? Right here?”
“Isn’t this what you wanted, Red?”
“I kinda just wanted to show you this beautiful field, but if you’re insisting, I ain’t going to be the one to tell you no, Annie.”
We scramble our clothes off with need. It’s about then I start wishing I liked wearing skirts more as it would have made this whole deal a lot easier.
I run my hands down his bare chest, his hands hiking up my sides, pushing my T-shirt up my body and letting my breasts fall free. His hands wrap around them, making the blood rush to them, and the intensity of it all pumps through me. Red is rolling my nipples between his fingers, the littlest shocks bolting through me as he does so.
I undo his jeans, unzip them, and rub at the bulge poking out from there. I massage him, feeling him grunt and groan beneath my touch. His length rubs against my panties, and I run my hand to my sex, already dripping wet at the thought of him. I push my panties to the side and take hold of his cock, and eagerly guide it toward my cunt. Having him inside me dispels all doubts I had, and now I’m only filled with need for him.
Parting my lips, I drop my weight right onto his cock and feel the shuddering bliss shoot through my form. Red’s strong hands help guide me as I begin to ride Rough, setting a steady rhythm before going at him harder.
A hand on my hips, a hand on my tits, Red can’t get enough of me. He looks at me like I’m his goddess, like I’m the greatest thing that has ever happened to him. It’s such a rush being in his hands, and having him inside me. It just feels right, even before considering the future, that he wants me to be the mother of his children.
Right in the middle of that field of flowers we go at it, me bouncing on top of him, me panting in bliss from everything he’s doing. Up and down on his cock, it’s such a blissful and magnificent rhythm that I can’t get enough.
I want to be the one in control here, to pay him back for taking such good care of me, but it’s too much and too fast. I’m murmuring out of control all too quickly. Pure primal instinct is the only thing keeping me going as I bounce on top of him, feeling his throbbing cock poke inside me with each and every penetration. My small breasts sway with every stroke, bouncing wildly as Red focuses on rubbing my nub, and keeping up where I’ve failed to keep hold.