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Authors: Jan Springer
Tags: Erótica
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sensed her increasing arousal. Every time he cast a quick glance at her, the heat of need flashed in her eyes. Allowing her to suck him off would only keep her under control for a short while. She would need to be fucked to ease her out of her arousal.
He swallowed tightly at the thought. He wanted her bad. He wanted to thrust his fingers into her yellow hair and hold her head still while he kissed her full lips. He craved to see her pale blue eyes flare with pleasure as he sank his cock deep inside her pussy. He wanted her impaled on him. Writhing beneath him.
Most of all, though, he needed to squash these intoxicating tremors of need that stormed through him every time he looked at her, touched or smelled her. Allowing her to be recaptured by the Breeders was out of the question. Just thinking of her going to the Death Valley Boys struck terror straight through him.
As he continued to tug her through the dense undergrowth, he cast another glance at her and that dark pounding heat slammed into him again. The erotic way her nipples pebbled against her garment and the enticing way her breasts looked beneath the sheer fabric of her top had him wanting to fuck her right there and then. She held much too much power over him. He would have to control his intense need for her. He would have to wait until he could stand the tension no longer.
Then he would take her.
* * * * *
The female named Kinley had come into his camp last night while he slept. Her succulent scent drifted through the layers of his sleep and he had awoken immediately to find her sensual silhouette mere feet away as she rummaged through his food pack. At first he’d assumed she was an erotic dream, as he’d had many since first seeing her. He’d thought her a vivid fantasy with a well-rounded ass shimmering against the shredded blanket clothing she wore.
As she’d bent over, her back to him and the silvery moon splashing along her seductive features, his cock had swelled too quickly. He would have groaned aloud at the intense arousal slamming along the length of his cock and into his balls and lower belly, but he hadn’t dared break the fantasy.
It was only after she’d opened his food bag and stood with some fruit and dried meat clutched in her hands that he realized she was real and not a dream. But by then she had vanished into the dark surroundings.
Quick moving on his part allowed him to follow her in complete silence and now, in the early morning glittering, gray rays of dawn, he found her lying fast asleep on green fern boughs.
His gut clenched. She lay on her side, her hands tucked under her chin. Her face was a picture of peace and she was totally oblivious to his nearness.
She would be punished for her thievery. But he would wait, for presently he did not wish to see the immense fear of him in her eyes. He did not want to see the panic upon her discovery of him.
Right now he wished to watch her and wonder why she’d kept close to him over the past days. Was she lost? Was she wishing to be captured by him? Did she crave to be bound and gagged and brought to Death Valley and fucked by the males? Or perhaps she wanted him to take her?
Blackie crouched on his haunches.
He waited.
* * * * *
Kinley dreamed of the man with black hair and black eyes. Dreamed of how tenderly he would touch her and how passionately he would kiss her.
Erotic tremors rippled through her as she imagined how he’d press the heated palms of his big hands over her breasts. He would rub her nipples softly, gently, until arousal shimmered through her.
“You are too beautiful to be real,” he would whisper from somewhere above her. His voice, dark and seductive, would lure her deeper into the world of sleep fantasy.
In this dream, she did not fear him. Here he could not hurt her, but she could imagine his masculine smell—fresh jungle and the crisp, clean rivers he bathed in. He was strong, powerful and dominant. His sexy scent was utterly delicious and
He swallowed tightly at the thought. He wanted her bad. He wanted to thrust his fingers into her yellow hair and hold her head still while he kissed her full lips. He craved to see her pale blue eyes flare with pleasure as he sank his cock deep inside her pussy. He wanted her impaled on him. Writhing beneath him.
Most of all, though, he needed to squash these intoxicating tremors of need that stormed through him every time he looked at her, touched or smelled her. Allowing her to be recaptured by the Breeders was out of the question. Just thinking of her going to the Death Valley Boys struck terror straight through him.
As he continued to tug her through the dense undergrowth, he cast another glance at her and that dark pounding heat slammed into him again. The erotic way her nipples pebbled against her garment and the enticing way her breasts looked beneath the sheer fabric of her top had him wanting to fuck her right there and then. She held much too much power over him. He would have to control his intense need for her. He would have to wait until he could stand the tension no longer.
Then he would take her.
* * * * *
The female named Kinley had come into his camp last night while he slept. Her succulent scent drifted through the layers of his sleep and he had awoken immediately to find her sensual silhouette mere feet away as she rummaged through his food pack. At first he’d assumed she was an erotic dream, as he’d had many since first seeing her. He’d thought her a vivid fantasy with a well-rounded ass shimmering against the shredded blanket clothing she wore.
As she’d bent over, her back to him and the silvery moon splashing along her seductive features, his cock had swelled too quickly. He would have groaned aloud at the intense arousal slamming along the length of his cock and into his balls and lower belly, but he hadn’t dared break the fantasy.
It was only after she’d opened his food bag and stood with some fruit and dried meat clutched in her hands that he realized she was real and not a dream. But by then she had vanished into the dark surroundings.
Quick moving on his part allowed him to follow her in complete silence and now, in the early morning glittering, gray rays of dawn, he found her lying fast asleep on green fern boughs.
His gut clenched. She lay on her side, her hands tucked under her chin. Her face was a picture of peace and she was totally oblivious to his nearness.
She would be punished for her thievery. But he would wait, for presently he did not wish to see the immense fear of him in her eyes. He did not want to see the panic upon her discovery of him.
Right now he wished to watch her and wonder why she’d kept close to him over the past days. Was she lost? Was she wishing to be captured by him? Did she crave to be bound and gagged and brought to Death Valley and fucked by the males? Or perhaps she wanted him to take her?
Blackie crouched on his haunches.
He waited.
* * * * *
Kinley dreamed of the man with black hair and black eyes. Dreamed of how tenderly he would touch her and how passionately he would kiss her.
Erotic tremors rippled through her as she imagined how he’d press the heated palms of his big hands over her breasts. He would rub her nipples softly, gently, until arousal shimmered through her.
“You are too beautiful to be real,” he would whisper from somewhere above her. His voice, dark and seductive, would lure her deeper into the world of sleep fantasy.
In this dream, she did not fear him. Here he could not hurt her, but she could imagine his masculine smell—fresh jungle and the crisp, clean rivers he bathed in. He was strong, powerful and dominant. His sexy scent was utterly delicious and
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