Page 37 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
"Are you…are you doing this with other women here?" I asked, grateful for once we weren't looking each other in the eye.
He laughed again. "Is my little berry jealous?"
"You wanna spout rules, bud? I shoulda reported you that first time! You'd be out on your ass and I'd have a pair of overalls!"
The overalls were not one of the necessary points, Valerie,I told myself.
"Huh. S'pose you're right," he said, slow and with anactualnote of surprise. Like it really hadn't occurred to himnotto nuzzle into the crotch of a pair of panties on display. "No, berry. Just you." And then he tugged me closer, pulling on the creeper. And my knees parted like the damn red sea for him, leaving my naked pussy on display. "What would I want with other women, hm?"
I planted my feet on the ground, pushing my hips up into an arch, and together we groaned as he kissed that first easy inch inside of me.
"You get me real in my instincts, berry," he huffed, rising up to his knees, just barely able to take me with him, sinking in and stretching me wide. "And my instincts say you need my cock."
I bit my lips hard, but when he stilled the words spilled out. "Ido!Fuck, I need it now!"
And for once, my werewolf didn't laugh. He pulled, and the wheels under me glided obediently forward, and my body accepted his driving, filling, demanding cock back exactly where I wanted it.Deepand perfectly inside of me. I reached for his hands and they flexed under my grip, but he didn't release me, just let me comb my fingers through the fur around his wrists. The damn creeper made easy work of fucking me, and with me on my back, he could sink deeper. And he knew how to please a human woman—not that I'd had any doubt of that after yesterday. He made sure to press us together at every joining, to rub me against the dense swell at the base of his cock, to arch up as he pulled out so he hit the right spot inside of me.
We didn't speak, the air cleared enough between us so that for once I let myself accept that here I was again, not quite stuck but certainly not invited to come out from under the tractor, being fucked mercilessly by a werewolf. And loving every second of it.
I was the only one on the list for this job, tucked away in a quiet barn where no one would find us, and we didn't have to stifle the sounds we made. Not the wet slaps of needy flesh. Not the moans and grunts and snarls of approval, my own cries as dark and demanding as his. Not the rough gasps and shouts as one touch burned brighter than before, and the next hotter than the one before that.
"Wanna knot you, berry. Stuff you so tight you can splash all over the floor."
"Yes!" I cried in approval, eyeing that swelling lump that just seemed to get bigger with every second.
"No," he growled. "I might be feral, but I ain't about to knot you where someone might find us."
I whined, even though I should'vestronglyobjected to anything bigger than his cock trying to fit inside of me. It wasn't my fault. I'd been a perfectly sane and normal woman before he'd found me trapped in the brambles, surely. Maybe I'd been a little too eager to sign up to work on a farm where I'd sexually experiment with other species and consider a rash and hasty marriage to one. Maybe Ididhave a bit of a kink for the wholestuckthing. Maybe I wanted someone to throw the barn door open and catch us fucking like animals.
No. Animals didn't use wheels to fuck, did they?
We were just…us.
"Come'ere!" he snarled.
And I beamed, sweaty and a bit greasy from the engine oil I'd run into under this tractor, but ready to see him snarling down at me at last. Except he didn't pull me properly out, just enough to reach my collar. Which he promptly tore open.
"Oh, youbastard!" I screeched, slapping at his hand and then whining when it caught my nipple in its grip, twisting sweetly.
He laughed this time.
Wheels squeaked and we growled and I arched into his cock and his pinching fingers. And every time he tugged me fully onto his cock his knot bit and stretched at my entrance, and I couldn't make up my mind between staring at the sight of him, wet and red and pulsing as he pounded into me, or the little glimpses of a patch of auburn fur at the unbuttoned collar of his flannel.
I didn't have much longer to look. I was close. I was already squeezing on his length, early release dripping down my ass cheeks.
He stopped pinching my nipples and settled for slapping hard against one breast and then the other, and we came together, both of us roaring. I tried to yank myself away, scramble back to safety under the tractor where I wouldn't be slapped and teased and laughed at, even as I shook and shuddered through waves of pleasure, but he kept me plugged with his cock as he bucked and snarled and emptied those heavy, furred balls into me.
He sucked a breath at last, falling back on his heels and slipping out of me, and I reached back to a greasy pipe, yanking myself out of reach.
My werewolf laughed. "If you insist, berry."
Which I didn't insist. Iwantedto see him. But he was standing as I tried to glide back out again, and his boot held the creeper in place.
"Take a break from the jobs tomorrow. I don't want someone else to find you like this. Come to the woods after dinner."
I gaped, startled by the nerve of this man, now givingordersabout where we would meet up so he could have his jolly little way with me when I'd been trying and failing to avoid him for two days.
Although I'd come prepared today, with the whole no panties thing.
