Page 35 of Fresh Flesh

Joras

Maisie hasa powerful sway over me.

I have known this for some time, but only recently has it become super abundantly clear that I will do whatever she wants. Literally anything that she wishes me to do.

Her body has a way of driving me to agree to anything her little heart desires. I have never known such intense, profound pleasure on both a mental and physical level as I do when I make love to her.

We lay together on a bed made from old hay with a tarp thrown over it. It’s surprisingly comfortable. Or maybe I just exult in the wonder of having her body draped over my own.

“Maisie?” My voice sounds unnaturally loud in the barn. Now that the storm has ceased its mighty rage, it’s all too quiet on the mountain.

“Yes, Joras?” Her voice is soft, thick with affection. I caress her silken mane as I gather my wits about me.

“What do you need to do here in California?”

She heaves a long sigh. Her head lifts off my chest and she faces me with a pained expression.

“All I can say is once I’m done, I’m all yours, Joras. I promise it’s not a trick. I’m not leading you into an ambush, or trying to make you look or feel foolish.”

“Then why won’t you tell me your business?” I demand. “It seems foolish of you not to do so. Perhaps I can help you with it.”

She gets a strange look in her eyes, and then lowers her head to my chest. I can feel the wetness of her tears on my skin.

I glance out the window while I try to figure out what to do next. I notice that the rain has given way to snow. It looks to be sticking as well, which means the ground beneath the snow will be a frozen sheet of ice.

Her body is warm, even if the outside is cold. In fact, her body is very warm indeed.

I kiss the top of her head, and she stirs. Our eyes meet, and then she kisses me. Her lips feel like golden sunshine on my skin.

“I really do appreciate your help, Joras,” she whispers, kissing her way down to my chest. I gasp at the sensation of her soft lips on my flesh. My cock throbs as it grows stiff and hard once again. It seems that my body can’t get enough of Maisie, just like my mind can’t get enough of her. She's like a drug. Too much doesn’t feel like enough.

If indeed there is such a thing as too much of Maisie.

She won’t tell me what she’s doing here in California, but she has other uses for her mouth than speaking. Her lips caress the skin above my navel, and then she moves further south. I gasp as she grips my shaft and runs her tongue along the underside. Her eyes roll up to meet my gaze. I’ve never seen her looking more beautiful….or more eager to please me.

Maisie envelops the head of my cock inside of her mouth. I groan sharply as she sukles hard. I grasp her hair at the back of her neck, partly to hold it out of her face so I can see her loveliness. And partly to hold on for dear life. It feels so fucking good to have her sucking my cock.

I don’t last long under such treatment. I cum inside of her mouth, getting a little on her face and body. She doesn’t stop, continuing to suckle on my weapon until I cum a second time.

I’m still thirsty for more of her, and apparently she’s not satisfied either. Maisie climbs up and straddles me, lifting her leg up and then lowering herself onto my throbbing member. I gasp as she fits tightly around me, sheathing my cock and engendering the most pleasurable sensations to throb through my mind.

Maisie grinds herself atop me, her hips swiveling with great enthusiasm and agility. I groan loudly as she works herself hard, sweat standing out on her lovely skin. My hands reach up and caress her soft breasts, kneading the pliant flesh to my whims. I fondle her nipples and pinch them, not for pain but for pleasure.

Maisie moans, her eyes fluttering closed. Her gyrations take on a new urgency. I thrust upward with my hips, intending to give as good as I get. I roll her over onto her back, then plant my hands on either side of her head.

Now I can thrust away with wild abandon, which is exactly what I do. Her cries of passion grow louder, more piercing, until she lets out a scream to rival the earlier thunder.

Then I collapse on top of her, spent at last, caressing her lovely body to me. I don’t need to know what she’s doing here.

I only need her to never leave me again, not ever.

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