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It’d only been a few days since she took over her grandfather's farm, and moved to pelican town. Though it wasn’t much of a farm, it only had the house and coop. She had a lot of work ahead of her, so she didn’t have a lot of time to meet her new neighbors. It wasn’t until the first Friday that she finally made it to the saloon. Hearing from the mayor that it was where everyone went.
Though she quickly hated it, as soon as she entered all eyes were on her. She was fresh meat. Meeting practically the whole town in that single night. But as she talked, joked, and drank, she got more comfortable. Realizing that these people aren’t like the rest back in the city. She didn’t have to pretend to be something she wasn’t.
As she was leaving, and cataloging all of the items they said they liked for future reference, she noticed a man by the mantle. Staring into his beer with a somber expression. He piqued her interest, ‘why hadn’t I noticed him sooner?’ She pondered trying to remembering if he introduced himself or not. But nothing came up, deciding wearily to approach him.
‘If he didn’t introduce himself when I walked in he probably doesn’t want to be bothered’ she thought as she walked but quickly repressed it. This was a fresh start for her, she didn’t want to start on any bad terms. And she’d seen nothing to make her think he wouldn’t want to speak to her.
“Hey I’m-“ she states smiling sweetly, extending her arm for a handshake, but she's cut short.
“Fuck off.” He grumbles, sipping from his beer. It makes the smile on her face drop, thinking about how she should have listened to her earlier thought and just left him alone.
“I just want to introduce myself, what's your name?” she replies. Getting frustrated.
“You won’t remember it. Go away.” He groans. Still staring into his beer, no longer paying attention to her.
“Okay.” She sighs out in defeat. Turning on her heels to exit the saloon, her mind now contemplating what his problem is and how she can get on his good side. Brainstorming people around town she could pester about this grumpy mystery man.
The next morning, as she was walking to Marnie's ranch to get feed for her chickens she watched him exit the ranch. Excited at her luck, hastily entering Marnie’s door for her supplies then to bother the poor woman with nonsense questions.
“Who’s he?” She asks offhandedly while grabbing the supplies from Marnie’s arms. Trying her best to make it sound casual. Like he wasn’t on her mind all night.
“Who?” She asks before answering her own question “oh! You must mean Shane. He’s my nephew, and Jas’ godfather. Bless his heart.”
“Huh” She lets out confused.
“Why?” Marnie asks, wiping off her shirt and skirt as she talks.
“I just met him last night and he wouldn’t give me his name.”
“Oh you’ll have to forgive him. You’re not the first to complain about him. Just give him some time. He grows on you. He’s a good man. I swear.” Marnie admits, fidgeting with the buttons on her blouse.
“What does he like?”
“Shane?” Marie asks, now the one confused.
“Yeah”
“Anything spicy.” Marnie answers, pausing to look her up and down with a soft smile before leaning in to whisper. “And you didn’t hear this from me, but chickens.” Making them both laugh at the versatility of man before she left the ranch to tend to her farm.
Finally, after a lot of hard work, the farm started to produce higher quality products. And her sweet chickens, that’d been abandoned for so long, finally produced eggs again. Their feathers are even starting to grow back, and they’re fattening up. It made her heart sing with pride.
By the end of her second week she’d had a nice basket of items that she was very much looking forward to giving out. Sprinting off her property at 5pm sharp to meet everyone at the saloon. Handing everyone their perfectly curated gifts, and watching their faces glow with appreciation.
But Shane’s, she waited till the very end. Not didn’t want him to be a grump again, hurt her feelings, ‘with Marnie’s inside knowledge this shouldn’t go terribly.’ Reassuring herself. Making her way to the mantle to just stand in front of the fire. Pretending to warm herself but really trying to collect her thoughts. Her heart was racing, beating a thousand times a minute.
“Hey, Shane,” she piped up. Hesitating as his attention turned to her. His heavy eyes pierced into her almost making her fold up and apologize for even being there. Learning his name without permission.“I got you a, well I couldn’t get you what I really wanted to. So I decided on an-“ cutting herself off to just let her hands do the talking.
Her hand emerged from the basket with its last item, a small brown egg. “It’s the first my chickens laid. I’m super proud of them.” Smiling as she stares down at it in her hand before looking up to meet his eyes, holding it out for him to take “I for some reason thought you’d appreciate it more than the others would.”
His face lit up causing goosebumps to cover her body. Her heart that was racing seconds ago has virtually stopped. Feeling as if she’d been struck by a cupid's arrow. Watching him awestruck, casually smiling at her as he gingerly plucked the egg from her hands. Now staring at it to admire its shape and color.
“Thank you,” clearing his throat to remove some of his excitement and smile. “Thanks, I know I was really happy when mine laid theirs too.” Deciding the conversation was over there and returning to stare into his beer.
Taking the hint to finally leave the saloon, not turning to look back as she walks to the farm. “He’s too cute” she mumbled to no one, biting her lip as she walked. Not even thinking about what she needs to do tomorrow, just about Shane’s smile and how she can see it again. A newfound confidence flooded into her as she lingered on him.
A few days after was the flower dance, being the talk of the town for a day or two before it happened. She got very excited hearing that you can ask someone to dance, you just have to have a specific type of relationship with them. And even when she knew they didn’t have that kind of relationship it didn’t deter her. Confidently strolling up to him as he was eating his spicy food, rolling his eyes as he saw her approaching.
“Dance with me?” She asked. Almost stating it like a fact if she were any more forward.
“What?! No!” He exclaims, astonished, Scoffing at the idea. Almost causing him to choke on the food in his mouth.
“Fine. Play hard to get. I won’t need to ask next year.” She replies. Whipping her hair as she turns to leave. Sneaking a look back to see a slight blush covering his puzzled face. This small interaction told her everything she needed to know, deciding in that moment she wasn’t stopping till he was hers.
At first she started with more gifts. Relying heavily on Marnie as to what Shane might like, even learning recipes of food he likes. Making him good home cooked food, even taking them to joja mart while he’s at work to make sure he has lunch. Always rolling his eyes, groaning, scoffing, or just telling her to “leave me alone already.” And “fuck off.” It all made her giddy.
Because the second she turns her back, she knows. His cute smile, hidden by an abrasive rude exterior. Even after weeks of this he kept up the charade, acting put off every time she was even brought up in a conversation. But she was eating it up, impressed by his commitment to his cold exterior.
One night she even cornered him. Offered to buy him a drink if he’d sit with her. Excitedly patting the stool next to her for him to join. Staring at him with the biggest doe eyes she could manage. Shane finally groaning, shuffling his feet as he took the spot next to her.
“Why do you want to spend time with me?” He asks. “Why are you trying so hard?”
“I like you.” She states. “Have I not made that clear?”
Shaking his head no as he lets out a short laugh. “You’re being annoying.”
She lets out a sigh of frustration at his comment, trying her best to bite her tongue at what she wants to say next. But it slips out. “My liking you is annoying?!” Her voice raises slightly as she finishes the sentence.
“Yeah so fuck off!” He yells. The saloon went quiet at the sudden commotion. All eyes were on them, finishing his almost full drink in seconds to collect his things.“I’m not worth it” he mumbled under his breath as he passed behind her.
“Gus, she’s got my tab.” He states before bolting out the door leaving her alone in her seat.
Marnie separated from Mayor Lewis to try to comfort her but she wasn’t upset. She told Marnie she just wanted to be left alone. A sad look on her face as she left the farmer be. But she wanted to be alone to take it all in, he sat next to her. They talked. He yelled.
He’s such a dick, and for some unknown reason she loved it. Fidgeting with the rings on her hand as she tries to figure out what to do next. ‘Being nice isn’t working.’
The only next sign of progress she got wasn’t until summer. arriving at the saloon on a particularly rowdy Friday night, filled with almost everyone in town. Seeing Shane not in his usual spot but around the pool table with the rest of the men. A sigh of relief left her as no one noticed her enter, choosing the empty booth in the corner. Eavesdropping on their conversation, tuning in at the very middle.
“Oh yeah, redheads are where it’s at.” Alex states. Scoffing at Sams’s disagreement with the statement.
“Ooo best get penny!” Sam jokingly yells before resuming. “You have no clue what you’re talking about man.”
“Settle it for us Shane.” Alex says, resuming his game of pool with Sam.
“What?” Shane responds. Becoming more clear that he isn’t paying attention.
“What’s your type?” Alex laughs out. Still playing his game.
“Oh uh,” Shane hesitates. Staring into his oh so familiar beer, sneakily checking the saloon patrons before answering. “That new farmers kinda cute I guess?” Sipping from his beer to avoid answering questions and any taunts that ensued.
But she didn’t bother to listen to the rest. It made her heart swell. ‘He’s so cute it hurts’ taking all of her might not to slam her head into the table from embarrassment. Relishing in his confession, her face bright red, her heart fighting for its blood back.
Too distracted in her feelings to see Shane turn the corner, upon seeing her the color leaves his face. A scowl growing to replace the hint of embarrassment he wants to hide. Chugging his drink to toss it away and leave the saloon, rolling his eyes as he feels her eyes follow him the whole way.
Thankfully the people of the town move like clockwork, Shane being no exception to that. And she took advantage of it. Walking all the way to the bridge in front of joja mart so that when Shane walks to the saloon he’d see her. Leaning over the railing as she’s fishing, and not even acknowledging him as he walks past. But she can see him look, through the corner of her eye. Undressing her with his eyes. Her shorts seeming to get shorter and shorter every day.
She was even brave enough to wear a gorgeous flowy dress on a windy day. Using her chickens as an excuse to get him to stop. A perfectly timed gust revealed her underwear to him, too worried about losing her hat to hold down her dress. Feigning embarrassment as she saw his eyes darken. Shane took a deep breath, clenching his fists at his side.
“Why do you always bother me?!” He barked. Making a shiver run down her spine. “Don’t you have work to do?!” Angrily bumping into her as he walks past.
It leaves an ache in her shoulder. All of it going straight to her heart, taking all of her might not to scream and fall to her knees. ‘He’s making it so easy, he just needs to give in!’ Thinking of any and all methods she’d yet to try.
But the moment that broke him was at the feast of the winter star. She’d begged mayor Lewis to give her Shane, and although it wasn’t a shock, she was elated when the letter came in that it was him. Excited for what she could do to try to push him till he breaks.
There she stood, right in front of him. The closest she’d ever managed to get, scared she’s sweating bullets through her winter coat. Being this close to him was a blessing, she could smell his aftershave and all those undertones of him that litter the inside of Marnie’s ranch house. Fighting her hands, wanting to reach out, touch him. Just Feel his skin on hers.
“What do you want?” He asks, only sounding slightly put off this time. ‘He must be in a good mood’ she thinks.
“Well I’m your gift giver! But that all depends.”
“On what exactly?” He asks, his face seeming disinterested in her as he looks around searching for where Jas and Marnie went off to.
“Have you been a good boy?” She teases. Looking him in the eyes and holding it.
“Huh?” Confused now. His face growing weary, a soft blush taking his cheeks at the words. The winter air is doing a good job of hiding it. But his eyes, darting to anywhere but her, gave it all away.
“Have you been a good boy?” She reiterates, making sure to enunciate every word perfectly. Pleased by his unexpected docile reaction, deciding to take it a step further. The original reason she started speaking to him lost to her current whim.
“What do you even mean? I’m not a child.” He scoffs. Taking a small step backward to widen the space between them. His blush is getting darker.
“Just answer the question Shane. Were you not a good boy?” Asking again. Her body worked on an impulse waiting for his answer. Stepping forward to close the gap he opened, leaning in to try to get even closer than before.
“Do I even want the gift if I have to go through this?” He sighs out.
“I think you do.” Grinning up at him now. “So last chance. Are you a good boy Shane?”
“Yes” he shakily exhales out, this time under his breath. She almost can’t hear him over the town's celebration. But she does, making the need to get closer worse. The gap grows smaller as he starts to lean closer to her too.
“Do you want to be my good boy?” She whispers, the gap now only a few inches. She can feel his warm heavy breath on her. It made her skin burn and ache. Taking a second to try to inhale as much of his smell as she can. See the tips of his ears and cheeks go beet red from their exchange. Appreciate all of it being this close and accessible. ‘I think I did it’ as a small grin takes the edges of her lips.
Pushing off of her heels to stand on the balls of her feet, trying to finally close the gap. Gently placing her hands on his chest, almost flush against him now. Their lips just centimeters apart, she can smell the beer on his breath. Her whole body is in overload, her movements seeming to be in slow motions. She can’t move fast enough. If she isn’t quick he might run away.
Suddenly his hands jut out of his pockets, grabbing at her shoulders. Pushing and holding her an arms length away from him. Her body shocked at the sudden change and cold air cooling where Shane was once warming.
“I don’t want your gift. Please. Just leave me alone.” He growls, shaking her slightly with every word, trying to convince her. Before loosening his grip, allowing his hands to fall back to his sides as he now hangs his head, staring at the ground. Avoiding looking at her in any way now, his cheeks and ears starting to return to their normal color.
She goes to reach for him, object to his words, but he won’t have it, turning and leaving her to rejoin Marnie and Jas. Her heart aching at the sight of him so happily smiling with Jas. Like nothing just happened. Jealous of a child getting to see those parts of him. Watching as he hoists Jas up on his shoulders. Joking with Jas and laughing.
“Oh You’re definitely going to be mine now.” She smiles as she day dreams of his laughter and Shane as a father. Palming the newly laid, large brown egg, that’s stowed away in her pocket. The first of the bunch to be produced. She knew out of everyone, he’d appreciate it and love it just like he did their very first egg. She’ll just have to give him a different gift later.
From that moment she thought perilously on how to use this to her advantage. Get his attention. Make him fold. Lapse that hard exterior for her and reveal his soft underbelly. His gentler, kinder, softer side that only his family gets to see. ‘The only way to win is to fight’ she concludes. Just adding fuel to the fire burning in her heart.
A few days later, on the bridge in front of joja mart she sat and waited for him. Kicking her feet as she sat on the railing, watching the melting ice rush past. Aware of the very second shane exits joja mart. making eye contact with him as soon as he starts to cross the bridge.
He groans dramatically, realizing it means she wants to talk. Stopping to lean his back against the railing opposite her. “What do you want now?”
“Can ‘you’ be an answer?” She asks, feeling cheeky as she smirks.
“No.” He responds quickly, almost cutting her off, digging his hands in his jacket pockets. “It’s not.”
“Then I want to talk.”
“Fuck you. Take a goddamn hint!!” He spits. Pushing himself off the railing to resume his walk to the saloon.
“Is that a promise?” She remarks. Exhaling a laugh as she finishes.
“What!” He barks, now getting upset, stopping in his tracks to whip around to face her again.
“At least tell me why?” Her smirk dropped, now asking sincerely.
“I-“ he hesitates. His attention now drawn to his feet as he kicks rocks on the cobblestone ground, trying to distract himself. Losing his bravado from earlier. Sighing before he resumes “I thought you heard me in the saloon.“
“That’s not an answer. ” She replies, trying to keep from raising her voice. ‘He just needs to understand!’ Is all she hears in her head.
“It’s not that simple. You don’t know me!” He fights, starting to yell.
“I know a lot more than you think Shane. As hot as you are, it wasn't your body that made me like you.” Still keeping her voice the same octave. Only seeming to frustrate him more.
“Oh yeah! Is it my shit personality? My drinking? There are like 8 other people who are better for you right up the road. Go bother one of them!” He yells.
“Maybe I will.” She replies casually. Looking down at her nails before looking back up at him filling more and more with rage. “Do you think Sam would like me?”
“I don’t give a fuck! Just stop talking to me!”
“Could you stomach it?”
“What?” Barking out again. Reaching the end of his rope.
“Could you stomach seeing me with him?”
“Of course I could!” Almost laughing at the insane comment through his shouts. “I don’t care who or what you do. You could go fuck yourself for all I care! Literally anyone else is a better option!”
“But you said so yourself.” a pout forming on her lips, standing up to walk closer to him. Running her finger along the closed zipper of his jacket, grabbing a handful before he can take a step back. This was it, her last attempt, putting all of her eggs in this basket. Hoping that he gives in, let’s her ruin him, adore him, love him like no other. His blush is back, gracing his face adorably, accompanying his anger.
“What the hell are you talking about now?” He grumbles, anger starting to turn to confusion.
“Are you not a good boy?” Looking up to stare into his eyes. Trying to look straight into his mind and read his every thought.
“I-I- okay wait” he stammers. Trying to take a step back but her grip tightens pulling him in instead. Her other hand finally leaves her side to loop around him. Pressing it firmly against the small of his back.
“Just say no and I’ll let you go, Shane.” She says through a smile. Pulling him even closer. Seeing his breath as he let out a shaky exhale, her heart racing as she saw his lips quiver with uncertainty. Pulling her eyes from his lips, head turning slightly to get a hint of what she wants. Her lips grazing his ear as she waits. “I’ll walk away, never bother you again like you want.”
“Would you really?” He asks, a weak desperate hue to his words. His cheeks and the tips of his ears are the reddest they’ve ever been.
“Is that what you want?”
Shane mumbled something as a response but she couldn't hear it. She can feel her heart racing in her head, the thrums of anticipation eating her alive and damning her.
“You have to speak up Shane.”
“Stay.” He relents still in a whisper, “please.” His hands leave his pockets to gingerly hold her sides. Almost unsure of his actions. But it makes her smile wide.
“Good boy.” She praises, her lips then abruptly meeting his. Sending electricity shooting through every nerve of her body, almost needing to cling to him for stability. Feeling his rough stubble rub against her as they kiss. Everything in her mind finally fogged over, relief and excitement flooding in.
Releasing the hand on his jacket to run it through his hair, licking and biting his bottom lip as they kiss. Using the chance to deepen their kiss, backing him into the railing. Making herself at home in front of him, in his arms. Feeling as he clings to her, as if any second she’d slip away.
Their lips grow pinker by the minute, making up for lost time. Devouring each other, the kiss heating up more and more as their tongues fight for control. But she’s too determined, trying to show him with just the kiss that he means the world to her. Eventually pulling away, not because she wanted to, only so they could finally breathe again.
“I like you a lot” she gasps out, finishing her words with a quick peck on his lips.
“I know.” He sighs. His lips crashing into hers again. Almost trying to silence her and her kind words. Enjoying every second of her this close, and their lips together.
Her hands started to wander again as he clung to her, his hands now planted firmly on her back. Only wanting more. The muscles in his big arms are squeezing her, making her feel ever smaller. Delicately running her hands over his chest and stomach, almost groping at the curves of his bulky body.
Finally taking the last step to close the space between them, their hips meeting as her upper thigh wedges between his leg. A light moan of surprise leaves him as she feels his growing erection. It makes him divert his gaze, embarrassed. But it only makes her even more eager, her groping growing worse.
Smiling as she immediately begins kissing down his jaw and neck. Fighting back moans as she smells hints of sweat on his skin from work, her hands stopping their work to hold his hips. Her fingers sneakily teasing the fabric, deliberately avoiding his dick. Trying her best not to bite and suck at the skin on his neck. Light breathy moans escaping him as she teases, chipping away at the last thread her patience holds on by.
“Shane can I?” She whispers out into his neck, her right hand finally grabbing at his dick. Palming up the length, eagerly unbuttoning his jeans to grab at him through his precum stained underwear.
“Ah” Making a high pitched weak willed moan escapes him, fighting off more as embarrassment floods his face, “this is literally the worst place to do this.” He hisses, hands moving to her arms to try to stop her.
“Do you want me to stop?” Pausing to glance around, teasing his neck with her lips as she does so. The sun's setting, the town growing quieter by the minute. No one’s going to be heading this way for a while and the cold winter air isn’t even noticeable from the heat they’re producing.
“Yoba no.” He pleads. He barely finished before her knees hit the cobblestone adding vigor to her grabbing, her hands worming their way under his jacket and shirt to feel his happy trail. Her thumb teasing at the hem on his underwear, the gentle touches making the muscles in his torso twitch.
Licking her lips before nuzzled against the fabric, inhaling the smell of his sweat and precum. His right hand runs through her hair, the other against the railing for support as she roughly licked up the length through the growing stain. She represses a deep moan from escaping at the taste, her fingers slowly curling around the edge of his underwear, wanting to draw it out.
But she can’t. She won’t. Yanking them down to reveal his dick, her mouth watering the second it’s in front of her. Her tongue eagerly leaving her mouth the lick up the length, her eyes finding his to keep eye contact as her mouth worked. His face is bright red, but his eyes are entranced by her and her every movement, seeing every single one of his moans and breaths in the winter air.
Her tongue relenting it’s teasing to suck at the tip, her mouth taking in more and more of him every time her head bobs back up. His grip on her hair tightening when she takes in all of it. Nuzzling into the black nest of hair, his cock buried deep into her throat. Her eyes water as she resumes eye contact. Taking a harsh inhale, wanting to savor the scent. Making her moan around him before pulling back.
He’s trying desperately to repress any sounds he wants to make as his dick gets swallowed. His heart racing, terrified that someone will come at any minute. Almost every hair on his body is standing up, but his body feels like it’s on fire. Unable to stop its raging even if he wanted to. A rough moan leaving him when she nuzzles into him. His body twitching, his torso starting to cave as he bends forward slightly.
“Fuck” he lets out. Fighting his hips, wanting to bury her face in his pubic hair again. Her left hand firmly grabs his hip, keeping them there, while her other hand grabs the base of his cock. Pumping at anything she can’t fit in her mouth, still trying to overlook her need for air to feel his cock graze the back of her throat.
Her movements growing wet and sloppy, his dick twitching in her mouth and hand as he starts to approach the edge. Her head moving even faster when she feels it, working his cock further and further down her throat till she can remove her hand, repurposing it to grope at his stomach and side again. The hand that once held him up now covers his mouth, keeping his voice down.
“I’m close” he moans, muffled under his hand. Her hand exploring his body makes his head go fuzzy, sending volts of pleasure through his body. Her throat now tightening around his dick, moaning around him as she tries to take it. Make him cum from only her mouth, licking, sucking, and gagging on every inch of it like she’s meant to.
His orgasm builds and builds, eventually desperate for him, she forces herself all the way down on his cock. Nose buried in him once again. One final gag ilicites a groan from him, her tearful eyes meeting his as his cum coats her throat. Gagging as she swallows it down, a little disappointed she didn’t get to taste it.
Eagerly removing his cock to lick up any mess she made, her face covered in spit and tears. Both panting as they try to regain their breath. Shane eventually tucked himself away wincing at the now cold wet fabric. Pulling her up to him, his lips desperately meeting hers. Trying to show her all of the love he’s so bad at expressing, his body overrun with it.
“Let’s go back to my farm, baby boy.” She manages out between kisses, buttoning up his pants before trying to step away. Their lips separate to begin the walk, but it’s never for long. Stopping what seemed like every few feet to kiss again. Pushing each other up against anything they could find as they walked through the town in the growing dark. Sure half the towns had seen them by that point.
Stumbling through the door of her farm house as she kissed him wildly, unable to keep her hands off him now. No town, no open air, no people, ‘he’s all mine now’. As soon as the door closes behind her she begins to strip, continuing their kiss, backing him into her bed. Making him sit to remove his jacket, and finally strip him of his shirt.
Straddling him as she admired his build. Almost her whole body shudders at the sight of it. She knew he played gridball, but this is so much better than she anticipated. He looks like he used to have a muscular build from it but age has weathered it. He’s thick, and soft, but still firm. The body of a 30 year old man, with serious self loathing problems. ‘He’s perfect.’ Her heart flutters as she stares, chewing at her bottom lip.
“Do you really think I’m hot?” He asks nervously. Confused till she remembers their conversation earlier. A blush floods his face again as she pulls her attention from his body.
“Very.” She states, pretending to gently place her hands on his chest for kiss to then roughly shove him down onto the mattress. Getting up to remove his jeans and peel his damp precum stained underwear off him. Straddling him once again, her hands resting on his chest.
His hands travel up the outside of thighs to grab her ass, her hips lowering to grind her dripping wet cunt against his cock. Prompting a moan from both of them, her hands leaving his chest to the bed. Kissing at his cheek, jaw, and neck, as she grinds against him. His grip on her ass getting stronger with every little sound she makes.
“I love you” she whispers, “you love me too, don’t you?” Teasing the head of his dick at her entrance only to continue grinding against the length. Breathy weak moans leave him, turning his head away from her. Trying to hide his face as he nods.
“Say it, Shane.” She demands. Lifting her hips to leave his touch, he fights a whimper at the loss of friction. Pulling her face away enough to look at him.
“I-“ he hesitates, taking a deep breath. “I love you.” He admits his face red and the confession.
“Good boy.” She praises. Her hands moving from the bed, one resting on his chest again, the other gently guiding his cock. Rubbing the head against her cunt, wet enough now she fits the entire length inside. Quickly dropping her hips, sitting like that for a second, trying to get used to it.
Her cunts tightens around him, squirming at the filling sensation. It was larger and thicker than she expected, it made her legs lose their ability to function. He grinds his hips, jolting further into her. A loud moan escapes her as his cock grazes her cervix already. Her hands quivering where they rest on his chest.
“You’re so tight.” He groans out. His hands clinging to her, his knuckles going white, leaving marks wherever his fingers end up. Licking his lips as he eyes her up and down. Admiring her figure in the light leaking in through the windows.
Her legs finally regained strength to move her hips, beginning to rock. Her eyes squeezed shut as she concentrated on the dick progressively slamming deeper and deeper into her. It makes her toes curl, and her head roll back as she moans, pawing at his chest. Her moans growing louder with every movement.
It was all too much, she’s starting to lose sensation in her extremities. It’s so different from what she had imagined but still so much better. Trying her best to ride him like he deserved, fuck him like the good boy he was. But the deeper his cock went the lighter her body got, and the harder it got to think or move.
His left hand leaves her hips, grabbing her hand on his chest to guide it to his cheek. Her thumb rubbing his cheek, admiring his face. Her lust overtaking her love, thumb running over his lips. Playing with his bottom lip as it pulls her in. Eagerly licking at his lips before kissing him, their tongues quickly fighting for dominance.
“That’s it.” He growls out. His left arm wrapping around her upper back, holding her down against his chest. His right hand grip on her ass tighten, his fingers digging into her. Grabbing her to lift and hold her hips in place, keeping her there. Moaning into their kiss as he thrusts up into her.
The room fills with the lewd sound of skin against skin, their kiss growing messier by the second as he fucks into her. twitching around him every time he ruts all the way inside, sending shockwave of pleasure ripping through her every time.
Their heat melts into the mattress and air, like two stars ready to burn out together. Never wanting to relent as sweat and spit covering them as his hips move. Both panting and moaning into the kiss, his rough hard movements making it impossible for them both to stay still or quiet.
Shanes arm leaving her back to hold a handful of her hair deepening the messy wet kiss, his pace picking up. Loving her moans as he fucks into her, his grip on her ass bruising her. Hoping she’ll feel this for days, think of him every time she so much as sits.
Her ability to think, or speak virtually gone. Her mind lost to carnal lust, wanting only more of her lover. Appreciating the taste of his tongue on hers. Her cunt swallows him whole, embracing every inch as he hilts into her.
His cock drives into her, angling his hips slightly to find a spot that made her squirm. Digging her nails into him, as his dick beat into her mercilessly rubbing the spot till she’s practically jelly, unable to move on her own. Her cunt hungrily taking him in and milking him of everything he’s got. His heart racing, both feeling so much all at once. Their heads and bodies start to go into overdrive.
“Shane-“ she’s cut off by a moan, trying to find her words again. Her mind slowly getting even more lost in him. “Please, I can’t-“ cut off again. His pace growing relentless, her voice growing weak as she continues to moan and gasp for air. Seeming to knock the breath out of her with every pointed thrust.
Shane’s grip starts to loosen on her as he starts to come undone. Feeling her writhe and seeth on top of him. Relishing the sensation of being balls deep in her cunt, hoping with all of his might that this won’t be the last time.
“I want you to cum inside me.” She moans out. Her orgasm started to creep up her body, the sensation of tension building deep in her stomach and in her legs. Growing and spreading through her body.
“Fuck you.” He groans out. Kissing her again as his cock pumps into her. Her cunt quickly tightening as she starts to chant his name with every thrust, her orgasm crashing through her. Feeling every muscle in her body squirm as it crashes through her.
His own orgasm creeping up on him, his dick slamming into her cervix as he finally cums. His whole body seeming to go numb for a second, his senses quickly returning to him as his legs start to lose strength. Thrusting lazily in and out of her as they come down from their highs, eventually stopping entirely. Nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck as she pants, both trying to regain their breath.
“So” he draws out, holding her to his chest. “Are we dating?”
“Do you want to be?” She asks, muffled from his neck.
“I want” he sighs. Rubbing her back as his confidence wavered. “I do but I want to be sober first. Not just for you but for Jas too. You both deserve someone that I’m not. But I want to try.” He admits, pulling her even closer as his eyes tear up slightly, hoping she won’t see.
“That’s okay, honey.” She reassures him. Pulling away to kiss him before looking down at him with a smile. “I’ll wait however long you need me to. I love you Shane.” Wiping his tears away.
“Thank you” he lets out, relieved. Smiling through his tears, now overwhelmed with joy “I love you too.”