Sparks Fly(Divine Creek Ranch 11)(36)
Whoa, way to get into it, you kinky slut!
He grasped her butt cheeks in his rough hands and parted them roughly.
She gasped out the words before it was too late. “I’m a virgin! Please! You will kill me!”
“Nay! And be quiet! If my men had you, they would kill you with their gigantic Viking cocks. A virgin, you say?”
She bit her lip to keep from laughing at his overacting. “Yes! Please! I’ll die!”
He laid an open kiss on her shoulder, and then he lightly bit down with his teeth. In a rough voice he replied, “You will not die. I will have you, but I will be gentle since you claim this is your first time. You will do as I say?”
Charity had to bite her lip on a hot retort at his insinuation that she wasn’t a virgin. Her pussy was throbbing, and she didn’t want to play-argue. She wanted to be fucked hard by a Viking marauder.
“Yes,” she whispered in a tremulous voice.
Placing her hands on the pantry shelf above her, he growled, “You will keep your hands here. If you move them I will tie you up. You must make no sound. If they hear you, my men will come and they will want you too. There is no stopping them when the lust is upon them.”
Charity’s pussy throbbed because the lust was upon her. “Yes, my lord.”
“I will tell them all that I have claimed you and they are not to touch you. But I will mean it in truth. You are mine.”
“Oh, God, yes!”
Charity heard a trace of amusement in her Viking’s voice that he was obviously fighting to give her the fantasy she’d asked for. “You will serve me and me alone. My wench, to do with as I please.”
She squirmed in his grasp briefly, fighting to get back in the moment. “Please don’t hurt me.”
He growled softly as Grace called out, “Charity? Hun? Oh, well.” The pickle jar slid from the counter, and they both let go of the breaths they were holding.
He rubbed his prickly beard against the juncture of her shoulder and neck and whispered, “Move again and I’ll tie you up.”
To move, or not to move. That is the question.
Charity gripped the shelf and tensed up as tight as she could all over.
“Wench, there is no need to be frightened. My skills are known far and wide in many lands. I will fuck you well. You will like it.”
“Yes. Then you will leave me ruined, carrying your brat.” Charity bit her lip at the serving wench’s audacity and nearly came when a solid hand landed on her plump ass cheek with a searing pop.
Oh, fuck! You are brave!
“Did I not say you are mine? I do not lie. You are comely and I will keep you and take you with me when I leave these lands.” He grasped her cheeks hard and spread them as much as she allowed him to. “Now silence, and take my cock before I decide to not be so easy on you.”
Her cunt throbbed for him to fill it, but she remained tense and uncooperative, making him do all the work. The blunt head of his cock found her drenched pussy, and he snarled in satisfaction as he plunged into her resistant body with one hard, hot stroke. She jammed a fist in her mouth when her body exploded with orgasm. Fireworks burst behind her eyelids, and she was unaware of whether she made any noise or not as he fucked the daylights out of her.
Careful of the canned goods on the shelf, she held on and moaned when he reached forward and strummed her clit as he fucked her now more-than-willing body.
She moved with him, rubbing her clit against his fingertips as he fucked her from behind. His thrusts were so hard that he lifted her to her tiptoes with each one. Deciding to continue playing the wench to please her Viking, Charity whispered, “Oh, my lord. Oh, how you fill me with your enormous cock.”
Her Viking chuckled in her ear and pressed a kiss against her shoulder. “I told you that you would like it. Your cunt is very tight.” He slowed his strokes noticeably, and she wanted to scream at him. “Did it hurt?”
“Oh, my lord, you near tore me asunder with your big, hard cock. But ’tis most wonderful filling me now.”
His abs vibrated against her back, communicating the laughter he withheld. He resumed his tantalizing strokes. “Then prepare yourself for a good, thorough pounding and another wave of your woman’s joy.”
What the fuck? My woman’s joy? Who has he been talking to?
She ground against him as her body obeyed his words. Her movements grew tighter and the tension inside her prepared to burst as the wave of her woman’s joy crested.
With one hand she reached behind her and wrapped her forearm around his neck, and with the other she pressed her hand against his rubbing her clit and cried out as the climax hit her. His hand covered her open mouth, muffling the sound as he thrust several more times and crushed her to him as his orgasm struck.