Page 26 of Wild Runaway
I lick and I suck, and I find her clit and flick it with my tongue as my finger pumps in and out of her.
“Joseph…” she moans, and I love the way she says my name.
I love the way that the breeze whips her hair, strands falling over her tits. There’s bird song around us, and being outside with the forest surrounding us adds to my urgency.
“Joseph…”
Her voice is high pitched, and I can tell she’s close.
I slide another finger inside and finger fuck her good while my tongue flicks her hard nub.
She’s writhing on my face, hips jerking back and forth as she slides her pussy up and down my tongue.
“Joseph…”
She pants my name over and over, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever fucking heard.
Then her pussy convulses, and she’s screaming my name into the forest. Her juice explodes on my tongue and I lick it all up, not wasting a drop.
I don’t even wait for her to stop trembling before I pull her down to me. She straddles my lap, and her eyes bulge at the sight of my ramrod straight cock aiming straight for her sweet spot.
“You ready for me, Trish?”
She nods, and that’s all I need. Grabbing her hips, I pull her down hard, impaling her pussy on my aching cock.
As I sink into her, I let out a groan. Heat washes over me, and she feels so fucking good, so tight and wet that every nerve ending in my cock is standing on end.
Our eyes meet as I slide her slowly off my cock, then thrust her back down.
“Joseph…” She cries out, her eyes roll back in her head, and her fingernails dig into my shoulder. I jerk her up and down my shaft as her tits bounce in my face, loving the feeling of her hungry pussy squeezing my cock.
Her moans get high pitched again, and I rock her back and forth so her clit brushes against my body.
“I’m gonna come again.”
Which is the sweetest thing I ever heard.
“Come for me, Trish, before I shoot my load inside you.”
She whimpers. Then her pussy tightens, and she’s screaming my name as the orgasm races through her.
My cock lengthens, and I thrust deep into her. My cum shoots into her pussy in thick, hot ropes. As she screams my name, I let out a roar, bellowing into the woods like a rutting buck. Letting all the forest know that I claim this woman. Holding Trish close, I pump every last drop into her.
I’ve seen my woman with a baby, and now I want to see her pregnant. I want to see a baby in her belly and a baby in her arms.
We stay like that for a long time, panting and holding each other, naked on the cabin porch.
It’s the cries of Rose that bring us apart.
But I don’t begrudge her. I feel happy. I feel satisfied. I’ve got my woman; I’ve got a little family of my own. It’s more than this loner ever thought he’d have.
EPILOGUE
TRISH
One year later…
Sweat sticks to my palms and I wipe them on my maternity leggings, hoping they don’t leave a mark for the cameras.
