Page 41 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
"Yes," I breathed.
"Mhm. And I need this," he said, and then his grip on me tightened, on my neck and my hip, and he fucked my ass in earnest, snarling and growling and moaning.
I couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't do more thantakethe pounding, the heat of friction building in my belly, the slap of his hips on my ass. I was forming words, just as he'd told me to earlier, but they were nonsensical things, no language or logic involved.
I knew the hiccup of his breaths before he came, knew the stutter of his thrusting when he was close, and I cried out when I realized he would leave me behind this time. The power of him inside of me, the world-turning force and the blinding pressure, wereexquisiteand I'd savor the memory, but they weren't the right kind of stimulation to get me off. And he'd already done so, but I wanted it again, I wanted it now. I wanted the momentwithhim.
"Please," I managed.
He was already hauling me up, one arm circling my neck just shy of choking, his other hand diving under my skirts, hard between my weight and the log, rubbing roughly on my clit.
It was a detonation. The shock of his release in my ass, the full-bodycrashof my orgasm, so unlike any I'd had before. I screamed, but I wasn't sure if there was any sound in the world left in that moment. I clawed at the densely furred arm holding me against the warm chest. I kicked at the ground, trying to take flight, but I was pinned down, held close.
The werewolf purred and pumped into my ass, silky warmth gushing into me and out of me, running rivulets down my thighs. Jesus christ, he'd made me squirt.
That grounded me at last, or maybe the moment was only passing, easing into an aching sweetness that lingered and tingled, limbs reawakening. My werewolf groaned, and together we fell limp over the log, his body crushing mine in place.
He was warm and heavy and I was drained, mentally and physically. My eyes closed, ass aching and thighs wet and body trapped beneath another much larger one.
It wasn't like sleep; it was more like I'd blinked out of existence, everything going out like a light all at once.
The light turned on again, and I woke in a bed. My ass still hurt, my thighs were dry, and there was no body on top of me or next to me or anywhere near me.
He knew what I looked like. Knew what cottage I stayed in on the farm. He'd brought me back from the woods, but not tohiscottage. I was still in my pretty dress with the lace hem, and my panties werenotaround my knees, because they weren't on me at all.
"Bastard," I whispered. It was dark, probably the middle of the night, and now that I wasn't being fucked over a log, I was realizing that my ribs kind of hurt from the position, and my dress was dirty so my bed was dirty, and I felt all itchy, like bugs had crawled over me in my sleep.
I needed a shower, and maybe a bath, too, and then another shower after. I needed to put on some nice, warm pajamas and good socks and find something to eat. I needed to change my linens.
A brief, broken sob escaped my lips.
I needed to make sure that didn't happen again.
5. IN THE BED
“Ow, damnit."
I'd said the words so many times in the past few days that it took me a few groggy minutes to realize that it wasn't my voice speaking them aloud for once.
"You got too many shoes lying around, berry."
"No!" I gasped, eyes opening.
It was morning, there was sunlight on the sliver of white bedsheet out of the corner of my eye, and I was twisted and tangled in my blankets, face buried under pillows to block out the light.
I started to sit up, but of course,of course, it was too late.
He'd brought me into my cottage after all. And I'd locked the door after my middle-of-the-night shower, but he'd ripped the chicken coop door off.
The werewolf was already in my bedroom, and my bed shook as he pounced on top of it, pinning me under him, his laugh making me growl as I thrashed.
"Trapped again, little berry," he teased.
"Get thefuckout of my cottage!" I snarled, trying to worm my way out of my pillows.
"Hey now, what's this? Thought I fucked the fight outta ya last night."
"You fucked my ass in the woods! You left me dirty in my bed! YOU LEFT!" I screamed.
