Page 6 of Lonesome Man
“We have a lot of time to make up for,” she said, lowering her knife and fork.
Some people might think I was fucked in the head, doing this—role-playing this way, pretending this total stranger was the love of my life—especially since Libby, the real Libby, actually existed. Some might even think I was sad or desperate or weird. I didn’t give a fuck. You paid a price, living the way I did. The solitude, the loneliness, it cost you. I craved love and affection like anyone else, but the chances of me ever finding it while living out here were slim to none. That’s why Libby had stopped emailing me and why she refused to answer my calls. That was why she’d drifted away. She’d told me over and over while we were growing up that she hated living the way she did, but I’d pushed for her to come here, to be with me anyway. I couldn’t give her what she wanted, though. She’d had feelings for me, but she’d also made it clear, living this way wasn’t something she’d ever do again.
My cousins had lucked out, but they didn’t live as far from civilization as I did. The truth was, no woman would give up everything to be out here with me, so I did this once a year, I gave myself this.
Only this year, I’d taken it one step further. For two weeks, I wanted to know what it was like to be someone’s husband, to be Libby’s husband. Role-playing I was with her was a kind of goodbye, I guess. I had to let the fantasy of me and Libs being together go, for my own good, and honestly, for my mental health. Living out the fantasy was my way of doing that.
I reached out and cupped the side of her face, sliding my thumb over her full lower lip, my heart thumping hard. “You miss me, baby?”
She lifted her hand, covering mine. “Like you wouldn’t believe.” She stood, and I slid my seat back so she could climb into my lap. She pressed her body into mine, her mouth going to my ear. “I’m ovulating,” she said huskily.
My heart thumped harder in my chest. Oh fuck. Yeah, she understood the assignment all right. The fantasy of Libby, my plump little wife, begging me to fuck her, to put a baby in her, of fucking like rabbits to knock her up, hadn’t let go. And it wasn’t going to, not until I let myself have it. “You want me to put a baby in you, darlin’?”
She pressed her full tits against my chest. “Yes,” she whispered. “I hope you had your vitamins this morning, honey, because if it’s gonna take, we’ll need to do it a lot.”
“You had enough to eat?” I asked, my voice rough as hell.
“Yes.”
I stood, lifting her with me, and strode through the kitchen and up the stairs. What I wanted to do was lay her on the table and eat her pussy, but I’d already fucked her against my truck, and I could see she was tired, so this time I was fucking her in my bed.
I carried her into my room and laid her on the mattress. “You want me to eat your pussy first, Libs?”
The pulse at the side of her throat was fluttering wildly. She licked her lips. “Yes…please.”
I slid my thumbs down the sides of her shorts, dragged them down her legs slowly, and tossed them aside. She wore pale blue panties, plain, not lacy or a G-string, nothing trying to be overtly sexy, but somehow they were the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Sliding my hands up her calves, spreading her thighs, I kissed the inside of her knee. Looking up, I pressed my thumb against her pussy, rubbing her over her panties, and groaned when I felt how soaked they were. Fuck, I needed this, I needed a taste of my girl.
Tearing them down her legs, I buried my face against her pussy with a low moan. She was smooth and soft, so fucking hot, and Christ, wet as hell. Holding her spread wide for me, I licked and sucked her, and fuck me, she tasted incredible. It was hard, but I didn’t grind against the mattress like I desperately wanted to. If I did, I’d come before I got inside her. Sliding my thumb over her slick little clit, I indulged myself, slipping my tongue inside her before finally gripping her hips, yanking her closer, and sucking her clit into my mouth as I thrust two fingers inside her.
She arched on the mattress with a cry, her thighs shaking as she came hard for me, her inner muscles clutching at my fingers repeatedly.
I kissed her pussy one more time, then straightened and tugged off my shirt, then yanking open my jeans, I shoved them and my boxer briefs off as well. Her gaze moved over my naked body, lingering on my cock, and she licked her lips. Yeah, I liked that too. She was open, different than the girls I’d had here in the past. When they first arrived, it took a couple days before they realized I gave a fuck about their pleasure as well, and they’d fake shit, smiles, laughter, orgasms.
Ruth wasn’t giving me that. Even while we role-played there was this genuine warmth, almost affection in her eyes, and there was no hiding how much she wanted me. You sure as fuck couldn’t fake the way that pussy was dripping. “Take your shirt off, darlin’, want to see your tits when I fuck you.”
She nodded and quickly stripped off, her cheeks flushing a darker pink. Why was that fucking with me so much? The blushing. But it was. I loved it. She was exactly what I’d want, exactly how I’d imagined Libby would be. Christ, how she’d look. If this was real, if I could have this, she was exactly what I’d want. A curvy, soft little wife who blushed when I said dirty shit. Who missed me when we’d been parted, so much so, she let me fuck her against my truck, and who had a tight-as-fuck pussy that tasted like pure ecstasy.
Her tits were big and round, gorgeous, the nipples peach colored and tight. I climbed onto the bed between her curvy thighs, leaning down to kiss her rounded, soft belly, across her ribs, then gripping one of those soft tits, I sucked a puckered nipple into my mouth. She made a strangled sound and fisted my hair. “Oh…oh, shit.”
Again, the sounds she made were real, raw. There was no practiced porn monologue, something else I’d gotten in the past, until they realized I got off on making them feel good as well, that I wanted them to have as much fun as I did while they were here. Ruth had already gotten the memo. Fuck it was hard to think of her as anyone but Libby, that’s how good this girl was. I was already so deep in the fantasy.
Hard not to be when it was obvious she wasn’t faking how I made her feel. Every gasp and whimper was real, and it was making me lose my mind.
I lifted my head and leaned in, kissing her full, rosebud mouth, covering her body with my much larger one. I’d sent a list of my kinks, but it’d been so long since I’d been with a woman, since I’d been able to indulge, it usually took me a couple days to warm up. Not this time, not with Libby. My little “wife” made me fucking feral. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” I rasped, voice hoarse as fuck.
She blinked up at me with those big, green eyes, more pink hitting her cheeks as her throat worked with her rapid swallows. “Y-yes. I’ll be a good girl.”
I squeezed, then tugged on one of her nipples, wringing a gasp from her. “Only good girls get fucked hard, but only very good girls get pumped full of come. Are you a very good girl?”
She nodded. “Yes… I’ll be very good.”
I pressed the head of my cock to her opening. “Gonna fill this pussy, over and over, until you’re full of my come, Libby.” I pushed inside her, just an inch.
“Please…I want it,” she gasped out. “I want that.”
“Yeah, you do,” I growled as I slid deeper, hissing at how tightly she gripped me. “Gonna fuck you so hard, over and over until I put a baby in you, little wife,” I said, letting fantasy take a stronger hold, letting myself sink into my most secret longing as I thrust deeper into my Libby.
“Shit,” she said, panting. “Holy fuck.”
