Page 64 of Small Town Beast 2: Saverin's Duet

“Ow!” Lorrie yelped.

“Ah– I’m sorry.” He rubbed his forehead sheepishly. Definitely no dream, at any rate. “Jesus. You alright?”

“I’m fine.” So much for careful.Relax.Absalom stroked her thigh before positioning himself so their bodies could fit together. His cock slapped heavily on her softness, foreshadowing what was to come. That sharp inhale she made? Maybe she understood how this was gonna go. He was not a small man by any stretch. Lorrie had never experienced a man between her legs, fucking inside her.Slow, slow…He slicked through her for a moment, preparing himself and preparing her for what might be a painful entrance.

Nothing to it but to do it.

He thrust.

Woah.

“Fuck,” he gritted. “Lorraine.”

Lorrie clapped a hand over her mouth. Her glassy eyes met his, petrified with shock.

“You okay?” He wasn’t even two inches in yet.

She choked, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop…Waitwaitwait— Stop!”

But Absalom didn’t hear her, and with one stiff jerk it was done.

They both cried out and cleaved to each other, closer.

Unbelievable. This was it. Right here— better than every fantasy he’d ever conjured on a dark night with his fist and lotion, spending himself into emptiness to keep away from her. No more. He groaned like an animal and thrust, thrust, until she slapped his shoulder quickly to wake him out of the stupor and beg him to slow down.

“Fuck, sweetheart…Agh!”

“I— I never—” she couldn’t even talk.

Now he had Lorrie under him, submitted to him, taking his cock in the delicious sheath of her cunny that clenched him in like a fist. He picked up her hair and buried his nose in it,inhaling her scent as his body invaded her flesh. Tight. So tight. So, so, so…

Fuck her deep; she can take it deeper than that.But he withdrew as much as was possible, given the sucking slick grip of her pussy. Absalom didn’t have a condom; he planned to pull out, but how the fuck was he gonna do that with Lorrie shivering and slicking up and down his cock just begging to be filled up? He pumped gently. “Hurts?”

“N-no. Ugh!”

He’d only fed her a little more of the beast, but suddenly he drove in a little too hard and as if he’d just slammed some deep button inside her, she squirted cream all over him. He pulled back. “Woah.”

“Oh— I’m sorry!”

“For what? You don’t need to be sorry at all.” Her juice was in his mouth, and on his lips. Her come dripped down his chest. And it tasted different from what he’d just been licking off her pussy— damned if it didn’t taste just like her caramel candy.

“Sweet Lorraine…”

She gripped his hair and started moving her hips, working him back inside her with a deep cry of need. Powerfully aroused, Absalom leaned over her and harassed her clit with the pad of his thumb until she did it again. He drank in her flushed beauty, her love-drunk daze spurring on his thrusts as much as the physical sensation of burying his cock inside her while her breasts mashed up against his body and he cupped and pinched her ass.

“More?” he murmured.

“Yes!”

Lorrie wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer. Deeper. The bedframe knocked against the wall in a quickening rhythm. Every cry wrenched out of Lorrie was sweeter than music to his ears. She wriggled and writhed under him, hercunny gushing and squirting so much he couldn’t believe it. And then out of nowhere Absalom felt something kicking low and deep in his groin. Deep in his balls a pulse of tension gathered strength and force. Like a charging missile. He forced Lorrie’s legs even wider and bore her down hard into the bed. Loose, heavy strokes. He watched his white cock slide into her, her nether lips struggling to release him on each thrust.

“Break?” he muttered, though he was the one about to blow his load.

She shook her head, her pretty yellow eyes slitted like a cat’s. He dominated her with his whole body, pressing his great size into her tightness until her voice, run to its limit from her moans, gave out in a high-pitched cry.

Absalom’s head felt light. His thoughts— what thoughts? Nothing but instinct; he was an animal rutting into his mate. This was nature, wasn’t it? Fuck her. Fuck her harder. He was almost there. God, so close. Fuck a condom; they were never using one. Lorrie screamed and bit his shoulder with her own orgasm sweeping her away while Absalom’s was only beginning.

Little irrelevant thoughts played through his head, but they did not signify; why shouldn’t he finish inside her now when they had waited five fucking years— it was the right time. Now.

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