beg him, to promise not to leave him again.
His cock was so hard, the pain as much a stimulant as a reminder of his promised reward, and it pushed Gareth harder. He thrust two fingers into her pussy, finger-fucked her hard, ruthlessly, as he continued to tease her clit with his tongue, first with soft, feathery touches, then hard, firm pressure, before sucking the unhooded nub between his teeth, nipping, squeezing the ignition to her climax. Then she was begging, pleading words like, “Enough!” and “More!” and “Stop!” and “Don’t stop!”, contradicting herself with her breathless pleas.
They weren’t enough. Gareth needed more from Emily. And finally he succeeded—he heard the declaration he had longed for her to utter, and the sound of it, those simple words, were more melodious to his ears than any piece of music in the world.
“I love you, Gareth. I need you… Please!”
This time when he felt the walls of Emily’s pussy contract, felt the tension in her body as she strained to reach that peak, he let her fall. He sucked so hard on her clit and stabbed his fingers so fast into the tight folds of her sheath that he gave her no choice but to orgasm. As the quivering of Emily’s body changed into rigidity he felt her come, and tasted it as her sweet cream coated his face.
Not giving her a chance to recover, Gareth climbed over her and buried his rigid, throbbing cock in her warm, wet pussy, still pulsating from the strength of her orgasm. He pushed through any resistance from her inner walls, seating himself fully into her depths.
He was home at last. “Fucking home, Em. I’m home.”
He gave her pussy a moment to adjust to him, then Gareth gave in to his need. He thrust and pumped into Emily like a man possessed—and he was possessed, the desire palpable, alive in the room. He took her with him again as he reached his own release, sent her spiralling over the edge as he joined her. They were connected, sharing the bliss that their coupling had achieved, had always achieved.
Chapter Eight
I shouldn’t be out here—it’s too dangerous, stupid. The roaring in my ears is deafening, like a freight train hurtling towards me, and it’s so dark. It’s supposed to be the middle of the afternoon and yet I can’t see thirty feet in front of me. I’m stumbling around in near darkness, hearing the cries, the continual scurrying around me of animals desperate to flee the monster bearing down on them, on me…but I have to find the horses. The mothers and their babies, the ones I turned out into the paddock, thinking it would be safe. Until the wind changed direction.
Panic is making me stumble, distracting me in these vital moments. I spin around helplessly, trying to gain my bearings, trying to hear the whinnying sound of my beautiful horses again. I need some way of finding them. It was so distressing to discover the emptiness of the paddock, to see the crumpled fencing they had torn through in their panic. Without thought I’ve come in search of them, to find them, to lead them to safety.
Where are they, my three chestnut fillies and their babies, all born in the spring? They’ll perish on this summer’s day if I fail. The idea of discovering their charred, broken bodies is a nightmare too heartbreaking to contemplate, but it spurs me on. I can’t let that happen. No matter what.
The smoke is everywhere, and heat—it’s like a furnace. The day’s temperatures were already scorching without the added heat from the monster growing ahead, rampaging through the dry bushland, decimating, ravaging the lands, blackening the ground, leaving the earth looking like a vision straight from hell. The fire has been burning for most of the day, but I thought— we thought, Dad, Gareth and I—that it was headed in the other direction.
My thoughts, my fears will not be silent as I race around, ignoring the maelstrom of the ember storm as the fiery missiles hit my arms. The smoke is
His cock was so hard, the pain as much a stimulant as a reminder of his promised reward, and it pushed Gareth harder. He thrust two fingers into her pussy, finger-fucked her hard, ruthlessly, as he continued to tease her clit with his tongue, first with soft, feathery touches, then hard, firm pressure, before sucking the unhooded nub between his teeth, nipping, squeezing the ignition to her climax. Then she was begging, pleading words like, “Enough!” and “More!” and “Stop!” and “Don’t stop!”, contradicting herself with her breathless pleas.
They weren’t enough. Gareth needed more from Emily. And finally he succeeded—he heard the declaration he had longed for her to utter, and the sound of it, those simple words, were more melodious to his ears than any piece of music in the world.
“I love you, Gareth. I need you… Please!”
This time when he felt the walls of Emily’s pussy contract, felt the tension in her body as she strained to reach that peak, he let her fall. He sucked so hard on her clit and stabbed his fingers so fast into the tight folds of her sheath that he gave her no choice but to orgasm. As the quivering of Emily’s body changed into rigidity he felt her come, and tasted it as her sweet cream coated his face.
Not giving her a chance to recover, Gareth climbed over her and buried his rigid, throbbing cock in her warm, wet pussy, still pulsating from the strength of her orgasm. He pushed through any resistance from her inner walls, seating himself fully into her depths.
He was home at last. “Fucking home, Em. I’m home.”
He gave her pussy a moment to adjust to him, then Gareth gave in to his need. He thrust and pumped into Emily like a man possessed—and he was possessed, the desire palpable, alive in the room. He took her with him again as he reached his own release, sent her spiralling over the edge as he joined her. They were connected, sharing the bliss that their coupling had achieved, had always achieved.
Chapter Eight
I shouldn’t be out here—it’s too dangerous, stupid. The roaring in my ears is deafening, like a freight train hurtling towards me, and it’s so dark. It’s supposed to be the middle of the afternoon and yet I can’t see thirty feet in front of me. I’m stumbling around in near darkness, hearing the cries, the continual scurrying around me of animals desperate to flee the monster bearing down on them, on me…but I have to find the horses. The mothers and their babies, the ones I turned out into the paddock, thinking it would be safe. Until the wind changed direction.
Panic is making me stumble, distracting me in these vital moments. I spin around helplessly, trying to gain my bearings, trying to hear the whinnying sound of my beautiful horses again. I need some way of finding them. It was so distressing to discover the emptiness of the paddock, to see the crumpled fencing they had torn through in their panic. Without thought I’ve come in search of them, to find them, to lead them to safety.
Where are they, my three chestnut fillies and their babies, all born in the spring? They’ll perish on this summer’s day if I fail. The idea of discovering their charred, broken bodies is a nightmare too heartbreaking to contemplate, but it spurs me on. I can’t let that happen. No matter what.
The smoke is everywhere, and heat—it’s like a furnace. The day’s temperatures were already scorching without the added heat from the monster growing ahead, rampaging through the dry bushland, decimating, ravaging the lands, blackening the ground, leaving the earth looking like a vision straight from hell. The fire has been burning for most of the day, but I thought— we thought, Dad, Gareth and I—that it was headed in the other direction.
My thoughts, my fears will not be silent as I race around, ignoring the maelstrom of the ember storm as the fiery missiles hit my arms. The smoke is
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