Page 32 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
Yes, arching my back and letting the monster lick me—so thoroughly I thought I ought to be embarrassed, with all the little nooks and crannies he found to sweep with that velvety tongue—was definitely the better of my options.
I moaned and closed my eyes, head drooping as much as my tangles would let me, as the tongue swished back and forth, nudging at my folds and squirming me down to my clit. His breath puffed against my sex, and his rumbling laughter tickled into my core, my brow furrowing at his humor. I'd given in; the least he could do was enjoy his victory without being quite so smug about it. Fine points of pressure pressed into my soft thighs as he burrowed closer. Teeth. Canines.
Canines!
"Werewolf!" I blurted out, and the brief grunt wasn't really an answer, but it wasn't an objection. "Oh, noooo."
Werewolves were… decidedly on myyes,pleaselist at the farm. And the ones I'd met so far had been jovial and loud and respectful. So either they'd been hiding their feral side from me when we were face to face, or I hadn't metthiswerewolf.
I didn't recall a voice or a laugh that made my toes want to curl. Just a lot of barking.
"Quit thinking," the werewolf growled, and then his tongue stroked over my pussy and between my cheeks to burrow and prod at my ass.
I squealed and squirmed, but it was as if the berry bush was conspiring against me on behalf of this wolf, because every time I fought I ended up scratched and snagged and yanked all over again.
"Youtry not thinking while stuck between thorns and an overly familiar tongue!" I growled back. "Why don't you let me go, and then we can just go find a nice mossy spot and I'll let you have your way with me?" I offered. He was very good with his tongue. And he was a werewolf. Werewolves were big and soft and their tails wagged when you smiled at them.
"Cute, but I'm gonna have my way with you right here, berry," he purred, licking me clit to hole to hole again, laughing as I shook and grunted in response. "Did you know your cunt makes a little kissing sound when it wants to be stuffed?"
"Bastard," I gasped, and then my pussy made a soft, wet noise, and the werewolf pressed his tongue into me in answer. I shouted, my fingernails digging into the earth as I arched into that tongue, fine grazes of thorns on my cheeks, against my scalp. I didn't care about scratches when his claws traced patterns on the backs of my thighs and his tongue stretched so deep and slick inside of me.
He groaned and I gushed a little, my breath hitching at the startling flood of arousal that rushed through my core. When he retreated, hands patting my ass more gently this time, I opened my eyes again. There was a beautiful black raspberry just through the briars in front of my nose. It caught the light of the sun struggling through branches and leaves, revealing a deep purple-red glow, a jewel in the trap. I stared at that berry, holding my breath and waiting as a buckle rattled and a zipper snicked and jeans rustled.
Hot fluid dribbled onto the crack of my ass, and the werewolf groaned behind me. "You know, if I weren't such a nice fella, I'd take your ass. It's awfully cute when it wiggles."
"If you were nice, you would've helped me—unghff." I swallowed the undignified sound as a hot, slick cock head slapped against my core. I tensed and braced, expecting the werewolf to plunge inside of me.
Instead, the bright kiss of wet flesh to my clit had been an introduction. He stroked his tip in the same path his tongue had taken between my legs, up and down against my clit and through my folds, all the way to my asshole and then back again. My breath was loud and ragged, and my arms shook. My knees were burning, little stones and pebbles of dirt digging into my skin.
None of it mattered. I was only holding my breath and waiting.
"Say it," he growled.
"Fuck you."
"Berry," he warned.
I whined behind sealed lips, shoulders sagging. "Fine," I muttered. "Fuckme."
It was not exactlyfuckingas he nudged at my opening. For a man who'd ripped my panties and helped himself to a taste of me, he was being awfully slow when it came to pounding me into the dirt. No, now he'd found patience, gentle shifts to press himself inside of me. He was big; there was no doubt about that. I'd elected not to have the magical surgery to expand my pussy that the witches had offered—I just didn't fully believe that they weren't putting some sort of black hole between my legs and that maybe something would one day find its wayoutof me. Anyway, they'd warned me that werewolves would be on the higher end of what I could take, but it'd seemed like a hurdle to deal with after I found one I liked.
I did notlikethis one.
But fuck, he felt good. Even as the stretch burned and even as he left me gaping, pulling out to start the whole agonizing process over again, easier this time, slicker for reasons I chose not to study. I had better things to worry about. Or not worry, but…appreciate.
Like how he was so thick, and left me so aching and stuffed. I was fairly certain I could feel his pulse pounding into mine. I let out a long cry as he continued to push push push, retreat, push push push. My clit was throbbing, a sting of my stretched opening singing up to the sullen little bundle of nerves, a complaint of neglect.
I sucked in a breath and lifted one hand from the ground, biting off my moan behind my lips as I reached to take care of myself. The werewolf paused, claws digging into my hips as his soft, warm, furred body pressed into my ass. Oh, god, he was in. His tip was pushing against a barrier that objected to anyone knocking at its door, and my blood rushed into my ears.
"Getting greedy, are we, berry?"
"Someone ought to help me, and it obviously won't be you," I snarled under my breath.
For the first time, the werewolf barked, the laugh sudden and brief. Then he yanked hard on my hips, shoving himself impossibly deeper and unbalancing me.
I screeched, tangles of my hair torn through branches and out of my scalp, my one arm giving out. My chin hit the ground, jaw rattling, and suddenly I was beingfucked.
I was being punished. Or possibly exalted.
