Page 40 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
I'd been waiting for this moment all day, almost since the moment he'd left me on the creeper yesterday, and when it finally came I mourned the arrival.Wait, I thought,drag it out a little longer, won't you?Except I was already coming, kicking my legs and clawing the dirt, clenching on fingers and tongue, crying out to the dark woods.
For once, he lingered, working my clit more gently, licking my cunt clean until it stopped fluttering on his lovely tongue, still stretch-stretch-stretching my ass open. I sighed as he pulled away, limp across the log, catching my breath.
I'd forgotten his goal, or simply tucked the knowledge away in my focus on coming, and it wasn't until I heard the click of the belt, the snap of a plastic cap, that I remembered. We weren't done.
Of course not, because onlyI'dcome, and this werewolf had never been selfless when it came to finding me at his mercy.
Squirt!
I flinched as the lube hit my ass again, fingers pumping gently out of me.
"Tsk, don't tense, berry," the werewolf tutted, drawing free. There was another squirt and a slick, messy sound of stroking.
I held my breath, but there was no way on earth I wasn't tensing. I'd never tried anal before, and the werewolf wasn't small.
"When you smell like fear you make me harder than ever, little berry," he growled.
I let out a small whine, drooping over the log, letting my curls hang. And then a heavy boot landed to the right of my head. My breath hitched, confused, until the press of a jeaned thigh and the careful weight of a body lunging and settling over me made it clear.
If I hadn't been trapped before, I certainly was now, pinned under the stretching werewolf. My feet scrambled against the ground, a last-ditch effort at escape, but the werewolf simply braced a massive hand around the back of my neck and lowered closer.
His cock was warm against my hole, and the gentle tip found its home easily. He groaned and his voice was just behind my ear. We'd never been this close. His warmth was cocooning me against the log and the ground, and his weight wascertain,comforting.
I sighed and he guided himself in, sensing my acceptance.
"Good girl," he hissed, the words snagging me in my mind before the slow fire growing could take root. "My sweet little berry. Yesss, your ass has been needing this. You've been needingme,berry."
I whimpered, because praise or not, his cock filling me hurt! My body was giving way, making room, but there was a warning ringing in my ears, the reminder that I could onlygiveso much. He backed off and I sighed, then he bore down and the sigh choked off as he forged deeper this time.
When he drew out, I could breathe, and when he forced his way in I lost my mind, swallowed in the pressure and the stretch. This was a different cock than the one that had fucked me yesterday, surely? This was too big, too full, too much for me.
"Did I tell you to shut your mouth?" he growled, and then let his weight drive him into me.
I wailed, my eyes screwing shut, and he laughed above me. His free hand slipped under the fabric of my dress, stroking my back, warm and gentle in comparison to the demand of his cock.
"There she is. There's my sweet bitch. You've almost done it now, just a little more."
"No," I whined.
"Yes, berry. You can do it. You want to, don't you?"
I wasn't relaxed now; I was squeezing, clenching, trying to force him out. It only made me feel more crammed, filled in my belly, up to my lungs, my throat too. It also made him start to buck.
"Fuck, that just feels good to me, you know that? Fuck, you feel so good. Been wanting in this ass since I saw it covered in berries," he said, and then he laughed again and let gravity plant him inside of me.
I clamped down as hard as I could and together we moaned at the incredible pressure. It made my toes numb and my clit throb. The hand on the back of my neck massaged my tense muscles and I gasped for air, relenting. He pulled out, only a little, retreating enough for the incredible friction of his next thrust. I shouted as theboomof him filling me rushed through my blood again, an earthquake in my body, and he let out the most ragged growl, the sound cracking with relief.
"Tell me the truth," he gasped.
"No," I repeated.
His hand on my back moved, sudden and startling, slapping hard against my ass. "Tell me."
I sobbed and he pumped inside of me. "Iloveit," I moaned.
The air around me warmed, my werewolf sinking closer, not thrusting but simply tucked around me, hips circling forward and down over and over, the motion pacing my breaths and whimpers, the heavy light beaming behind my eyes.
"You do. Youneedit."
