Page 54 of Small Town Beast

Tanya moaned and sighed and stuttered her pleasure with every thing he did her. And he did her about everything he could think of.

By the time he’d fucked his five hundred dollars out of Tanya she was nearly senseless, a sticky mess on his long white dick, her loving cream gathering under his cockhead. He put her on the ledge and opened her legs and took no mercy..

She was holding onto him desperately. Nearly as desperately as he was holding onto her. His name was on her lips but it was his soul calling out in a deep cry as he used her body to forget his pain and hurt.

When his sac bulged, ready to begin its rapid discharge into her womb with the seeds of life, for one dangerous moment Saverin considered holding her down and filling her with all of it, damn the consequences. All the power was in his hands. He imagined her rage, her fear– she’d hate him but she would never leave him…belly swollen, dependent, she would have to live here with him and he would never be lonely again…A beautiful son she’d give him, and he’d get her pregnant again…and again… The family he’d lost replaced by the one he’d chosen, with gorgeous Tanya.

But even in the throes of dark passion Saverin’s natural male selfishness could never conquer his true heart. He was incapable of destroying what he loved. Tanya could never live like that– she was a mother already and she had to be free. He roared like a beast and pulled out, sparing her the destiny he had envisioned and instead pulling her into his arms as cum pumped endlessly from his cock over her stomach and between the channel of hertitties. They were blown off the peak together, sinking down into the steaming waves as one.

Nine

Chapter Nine

Saverin barely remembered getting back to the house. The only thing stuck in his mind was the way Tanya had shuddered against him when all was done, and how she turned up her face to be kissed. He slid his tongue inside her mouth and made love to her that way, holding and rolling her breasts to their cherry points the way she seemed to love so much.

He thought she would be tired, push him off, beg to go back. Instead Tanya straddled him in the water, allowing him to grab more handfuls of her and find a new ache in his balls that had to be relieved. She gasped as he rocked up again.

“Ain’t no way,” she whispered.

“You know how fuckin’ sexy you are?” He growled.

The blunt crown pressured her asshole and she squirmed away from it; he returned her firmly to the position, wondering how much he’d have to pay her to let him try it. What a sick thought. Sick, disgusting, tempting.

“Mmm…Saverin!” He dragged her back down on his cock, fighting back inside her puss, and somehow,somehow, she was even fucking tighter than before.

“Oh my God,” she moaned, and started shuddering and shaking and he was nearly lost in her orgasm himself, gone blind. His head fell back and he blinked up at the spinning forest canopy. Or was it the canopy of her curly, silky hair dangling over him? The beads of water on her skin shivered. Spit shone on her plump lower lip. She hadn’t sucked his dick yet, how much would that be? He gritted his teeth.Don’t nut in her, Bailey, for the love of God!

Her turned her over and removed himself.Fuck it…This time he slid between her legs, not penetrating her but letting her thick thighs grab onto him. She got the idea and crossed her legs, remaining in that position of utter submission until Saverin belted another load over her ass in heavy ropes.

He didn’t remember gettingout, or carrying Tanya out, but somehow they stopped ravishing each other long enough to get dressed and stumble back to the house.

They had been down at the springs an hour– how was that even possible?— but the walk up the hill seemed to take two. Tanya was quiet and shivering next to him but seemed more bright-eyed than when she first stumbled across his way.It felt like a victory.

He led her into the kitchen where she made a beeline for the sink and started washing the remnants of his seed off her face and chest with cold water.

He passed her a towel. “I’ll leave you to shower; don’t let that sulfur stay on you.”

“You have lotion? That made me so ashy.”

“What’s ashy?”

She showed him.

“White folk don’t have that,” he said.

“Lies. Hold out your arm.”

He did, and to his surprise she was right. “I’ll be damned,” he grumbled. “Well you can’t expect me to go anointing myself with all manner of potions when it ain’t even visible.”

“Lotion,” Tanya advised. “Does wonders.”

He showed her what he’d got from the woman who’d sent him down to Wilks Johnny. Tanya was horrified.

“It could have been hexed,” she chided him.

“I doubt that.”

Tanya sniffed the bottle. “It smells like lavender…strange. But I wouldn’t use it. People are crazy these days.”

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