“About …”
It wasn’t painful. In fact, it was unbelievably … stimulating! The bastard was using just the lightest touch and control to tease her mercilessly. Helpless and frozen by this sudden surge of new pleasure, she felt her legs turn to jelly. Her eyes rolled upwards, and a muffled moan escaped her covered mouth.
“Now!” He was in a rhythm now, making slow, lazy circles on her little pink bean. And it felt so … fucking … goo—
No! she told herself. Stop! This is disgusting! He’s a beast! An animal! Weakly, she gave one last pathetic squirm, but she already knew in her heart … she was lost.
“Easy,” he cruelly taunted her, stilling her struggles by pressing the point of his talon into her sensitive and vulnerable nub. “We wouldn’t want to do any permanent damage, now would we?”
She stilled herself meekly, capitulating to the feeling she both relished and loathed. She despised the nasty, hairy beast for doing this to her, cursed him to whatever torment God sent such foul abominations such as these. Surely, there was no way such monsters could have a soul like her. You couldn’t create a soul in a lab or with a computer. Only God was capable of such.
Yet, even wishing eternal damnation on this talking animal did little to appease her. She hated being powerless. She hated not being in control of the situation. And most of all, she hated the fact that a part of her found his touch so arousing. She didn’t want it to be. It shouldn’t be! To her dismay, the increasing wetness between her thighs made it quite clear her body had no issues at all with what was happening. None whatsoever.
He seemed to sense her internal struggles. “Relax and enjoy, my lady.” His voice was now soft and soothing, and chill bumps covered her arms.
Fuck, it’s quite a sexy voice! A deep baritone, smooth and golden, like a spoonful of warm near-honey. When he slid a thick finger up inside her, her eyelids fluttered weakly.
My, but we’re a juicy Cherry, aren’t we?” His finger slid in and out, steady, not too fast, not too slow, but juuuust right … like fucking Goldilocks! Unconsciously, her body weight shifted. She leaned back into his chest. With a shock, she realized her hand was now on his, savoring the motion of his digit as it pleasured her dripping wet sex, feeling the strong, masculine hand as it moved, savoring its exquisite motions.
Tentatively, he removed his hand slowly, hesitantly, from her mouth. He knew he was taking a chance, but his gut told him he was safe.
I should scream! Again, her mind went to war with the flesh. I can put a stop to this right now! She knew it was her chance. No doubt if Frost caught his subordinate doing this, he’d probably shoot him on sight. A few seconds ago, that thought in itself would’ve aroused her. But now, with him slowly and steadily finger-fucking her toward an absolutely exquisite climax of the ultimate taboo kind … she hesitated.
She felt his hand slide down to her breasts, fingers rubbing across the protrusions in the material where her hard nipples bulged.
You can end this right now!Before it’s too late! She felt the hand move again, felt the front of the blouse suddenly pulled open. She heard buttons clatter to the floor, as they popped off, one after another, from bottom to top. His hand was inside on bare flesh, moving up under one of her bra cups.
Just scream! She felt those long, thick fingers on her nipple and that was all it took.
The orgasm came so fast it surprised both of them. Cherry felt her legs go weak, and she threw her arms up and back, around his neck to keep from sliding to the ground in a humiliated heap. But there had been no need to worry. He had her pinned to his body as tightly as if they were glued together. As she bucked and moaned and thrust herself down wantonly onto his digit, he held her upright.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d cum like this. So naughty. So dirty. So fucking good! More than likely it had been her teen years back in Goose Spit. Probably that time with the good reverend, Preacher Dan, down in the woods behind the cemetery. Now that had been hot! His wife had driven up to the church just as Cherry was leaving, right after they’d finished up. She’d brought fresh flowers to put out in the sanctuary. The woman had never cared for Cherry. She’d looked down her nose at the girl, due to Cherry’s rough upbringing and penchant for merely using what the Good Lord had given her.
Cherry still fondly cherished the memory of giving the sanctimonious bitch a goodbye hug, her panties soaked by the oozing cum of the woman’s wayward, minister husband.
It was a horrific realization, a ghastly epiphany that now came to her. The animal had just done the same thing to her. She’d thumbed her nose at him, and now he’d humbled her for it. She’d had it coming, and she wondered if it’d been as hot for him as it’d been for her all those years ago.
She was a panting, heaving mess as she held onto the creature, exhausted and weak. And yet, she knew this was just a spark lighting a wildfire. She needed more. A finger was nice, but no way would it be enough. Her hand slid down and reached behind to grope for his crotch. She froze when she found the elongated bulge she was seeking.
Fuck, it’s enormous!
She felt fresh wetness on her thighs. She turned to face him, her hand reaching for his fly and pulling at the Velcro enclosures, but before she could free him, there was a sudden rapping on the door, as loud as thunder.
“Grant!” It was Frost. “You in there?”
Instantly, his hand shot back to her mouth. Panicked, her eyes were
