Page 15 of The Blacksmith in My Tavern: Tales of Bleakness

“Only you, Heath,” she pleads.

So many fucking men. She taunted me with what I thought I could never have, slipping out the back with them. Then, returning bright eyed and pink cheeked after they had touched her and made her feel good.

I quash down fears that I am not enough, that I couldn’t possibly satisfy her. My dick is hard again. Damn it all. I want to seed this pussy for myself. I want her feeling all sore inside where I have been.

These feelings are new and untempered. They slam into me like waves battering down my resistance. I don’t know my intentions; I just hear the tearing noise as I rip her panties in two.

“Heath,” she murmurs.

“Quiet, lass. You asked for this, and now you’re going to take it.” I slide my fingers through the wet folds of her pussy, and then, with my eyes on hers and my other hand locked around her throat, holding her steady, I push two thick fingers inside.

Her breathing turns choppy. Her eyes are glazed as I slide my fingers in and out.

“Does that feel good, lass?”

“So good.”

She is so hot and tight inside. I already know it’s going to feel amazing when my cock gets in here. There are specters waiting on my periphery, taunting me. Telling me this is a taste and all I’ll ever have. She’ll move on tomorrow. Find somebody else. I’m just a challenge, one she has now conquered. But damn it, I want to leave an impression upon her so potent she will never forget.

I pick up the pace of my fingers plunging into her a little rougher.

“Oh gods.”

“That’s my good girl. Are you going to come for me? Are you going to come all over my fingers?”

“No.” She shakes her head defiantly.

I squeeze my fist around her throat a little, reminding her that she is under my control, however fleeting this is. “No? You want me to stop then?” I still have my fingers inside her. I might lose my mind if she says yes.

“I want to come over your cock. Please—Oh!”

So that is her game, is it?

“You don’t get to control this, Betsy. You have controlled everything else.” I begin to pump my fingers in and out again, catching her clit with my palm every time I fully penetrate her. “Forcing me to fuck you when I was trying to do the right thing.” Defiance rising inside me. This lass has got me wrapped around her finger.

I need to claw some control back.

“If I want you to come like this, you will.” She will come again, after, and around my cock.

“Please, Heath! I want to feel you inside you. Oh, please don’t make me come like this…”

It is too late; I am on a mission. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she emits the filthiest moan. She turns utterly rigid. Her pussy clamps over my fingers, and a heavy gush floods out.

Her face is a picture of torment and lust. I could watch her climaxing all day.

She comes down from her theatrics, all limp and sated in my arms. My lips curl up in a smirk. I slide the fingers out and stuff them into my mouth. Damn, she tastes good.

“I’m going to need a proper taste,” I say. “Next time.”

I am getting ahead of myself but can’t pull myself back. My cock has got a mind of its own. I wipe the last of her cum from my fingers over my length and point my dick upward between us.

“Sit on it,” I say.

Betsy

The little warning voice in the back of my head says this is not the end game I am hoping for, that Heath is still a man with deep reservations.

I push that voice down. I have fallen for this man. Tonight represents the culmination of every dream and hope I have ever had.

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