Page 39 of Forbidden Harvest

Jared moves slowly at first, then with increasing speed and depth. The sensation of being impaled on the bat and his cock is indescribable.

“Oh, fuck, Aria!” Jared grunts, his cock buried deep inside me. “Your ass is so fucking tight.”

The pain is sharp, yet it pushes me closer to the edge. I can feel tears stinging my eyes, my body trembling with each powerful thrust.

“You like it rough, don’t you? You like feeling so full that you can’t breathe.”

“Yes,” The word escapes my lips in a strangled whisper.

I crave this pain. I crave the way it pushes me closer to the edge. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alive and burning with sensation.

Jared’s fingers bite into my hips as he increases his pace, his breath coming in harsh pants. “Your ass is milking my cock, baby. I’m not going to last much longer.”

I whimper, my body moving back to meet his thrusts, urging him on even as the pain becomes almost unbearable.

“I can feel you clenching around me, baby.” Jared groans, his voice strained as he fights for control. “You’re gonna make me come hard, deep in that pretty ass of yours.”

The sound of his rough voice sends a fresh wave of arousal through me. I’m lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, my body moving reflexively against his, urging him on. I want to feel him come inside me. I want to know that I’ve pushed him over the edge.

“Yes... Jared, please...” My voice is a mere breath as I encourage him, my body on the verge of shattering into a million pieces. “Let me feel you come in my ass.”

His thrusts become erratic as he loses control, his breath coming in harsh gasps. “Fuck, Aria... I’m?—”

Jared’s words are cut off by a hoarse cry as he climaxes, his release flooding me. The feeling of him pulsating inside my ass sends me over the edge as well, and I cry out, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure wash over me.

We collapse, our sweaty bodies still joined, the baseball bat still lodged in my pussy, our breathing ragged. Lying here, I feel incredibly vulnerable and exposed, and yet, my body thrums with the echoes of pleasure.

I feel Jared’s fingers softly stroking my hair, a tender gesture contrasting our forbidden acts. He doesn’t speak, nor do I, the silence heavy.

Jared’s lips brush my hair softly, his breath warm on my skin. “That was incredible.” His voice is rough with emotion. “You took everything I gave you and wanted more. You’re amazing, Aria.”

I swallow, my throat dry and scratchy. “I know,” I whisper back, my voice cracking. “It was wrong, but I...”

“But you loved it,” Jared finishes for me, his voice understanding. “It’s okay, baby. I get it. Sometimes, the things that feel the best are the ones that cross the line.”

23

JARED

The morning light creeps through the blinds, casting striped shadows on the wall. Aria sleeps beside me, her naked body curled against mine. Her skin glows golden, and her breasts rise and fall gently with each breath. I’m hard, my desire for her unrelenting, even after our passionate night together. We didn’t fall asleep until about five this morning after fucking repeatedly, and now it’s almost midday.

Moving carefully, I shift, not wanting to wake her. My eyes trace the curves of her body—the graceful arc of her hips, the indent of her waist, the soft swell of her breasts. I want to taste her.

Slipping beneath the sheets, my breath catches as I set eyes on her perfect little cunt. I pause, anticipating her reaction, but she sleeps on, a soft smile on her lips. My tongue teases her folds, eliciting a faint moan from her throat.

I explore her, drinking in her taste, inhaling her scent. My tongue flicks and laps at her, my desire growing as I make her squirm. She’ll be sensitive from last night, but I can’t help myself.

Her breath quickens, her body awakening to my touch. I work my magic, my tongue and lips knowing exactly how tomake her ache. My fingers join my tongue, stroking, exploring, and her hips lift off the bed, an unspoken invitation to take more.

She wakes with a gasp, her body tensing. Her hands push against my shoulders, but I hold her firm.

“Hold still, baby. Let me taste you. You’re so fucking delicious,” I murmur.

My tongue circles her clit, flicking and teasing, her hips bucking involuntarily.

“Jared... please... I...”

Her words trail off as I suck gently on her clit, my fingers slipping inside her. She’s tight and wet, her walls clenching around me, and I curl my fingers, finding that spot that sends pleasure bursting through her.

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