Hershey's Kiss: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel Read Online Free Page B
Author: Raven Ferrari
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Vishal unbuttoned his pants with his dirt-covered hands. The pants themselves were also covered in dirt and fresh grass. His balls smelled like a month of unwashed sweat. The odor was noticeable from six feet away… or at least, it would have been noticeable if Jeanette weren’t off in her psychedelic dreamland. To her, Vishal was no different from a runway model. In her mind, he had fabulous golden locks of hair draped over broad shoulders. He had a spartan warrior’s chest, arms and back. Vishal pulled out his cock. To Jeanette, it seemed like a fat, juicy and beautifully uncircumcised penis.
Considering the fact that it’d been days since her last fuck, Jeanette wanted sit on this fat brown cock immediately, but Vishal had more sophisticated plans. He seemed to be smearing animal fat on his cock. Which orifice would that thing be entering? Her heart rate accelerated in anticipation. Jeanette couldn’t help but think about how she’d always wanted to fuck in a more primitive way -- like cave people used to fuck. What was it like before lube and condoms and political correctness? She could hardly wait to find out…
Jeanette had already flung her panties into the bush, and laid on her back, waiting to have his cock inside of her. Vishal lay on top of her, and smiled… He had a devilish surprise in store for Jeanette and he was now ready to reveal it.
“I know exactly how you like it.” Vishal said again.
He didn’t wait for her response, his simply stuck two fingers in her mouth swished them around so that he could collect a fair amount of spit. Then he stuck those fingers in her ass, still taking his time being ever-so-gentle. Even though he inserted the tips of his fingers, and then slowly pushed them deeper, Jeanette still bawled out when he first penetrated her asshole. It was a combination of pain, surprise and absolute ecstasy. Either way, Jeanette loved the pain. She loved that Vishal was so wild and nasty.
Vishal kept fingering until her ass was well used to having fingers inside. When her asshole was finally relaxed, he pulled his fingers out and slapped her ass hard. The slap left a red palm print along with a little brown smudge. Jeanette swooned with desire at this brute’s aggression. “Fuck me, you animal. Fuck my asshole.”
Vishal obliged. He inserted his animal fat lathered cock up inside Jeanette’s ass, and started pounding. In Jeanette’s drugged up dreamworld, Vishal was a wild beast-man who degraded her in all of the ways that Brandon couldn’t… or wouldn’t. He rammed her insides, and when she squealed in pain, he gave her a scant three second pause before he rammed her even harder. It didn’t matter that she was getting pleasured anally, Vishal’s cock still managed to hit all of the right vaginal spots through the thin wall of tissue between the two orifices. Before long, Jeanette came hard. She sprayed her potent liquid all over Vishal and the thatch bed.
When the time came, Jeanette turned around to let Vishal ejaculate in her mouth. His warm semen trailed down her throat, followed by the layer of “butter” that she’d licked off of Vishal’s cock. It would be several hours before Jeanette was lucid enough to realise how foul her breath smelled.
* * *
Brandon had been on the phone with the executives of Boulder Corp for about two hours. He’d been eyeing the clock restlessly for that last half hour because he wanted to get back to his family quite urgently. To a corporate mogul, two hours was but a blip in time. For his wife and child, two hours could feel like an eternity. Brandon felt guilty about making them wait and he looked forward to making up the time. Time to spoil them. He thought. For that last ten minutes locked up in his makeshift office, Brandon felt eerily lone. The condo felt like a ghost town. He became increasingly conscious of the fact that he hadn’t heard any giggles, or running around, or even
Vishal unbuttoned his pants with his dirt-covered hands. The pants themselves were also covered in dirt and fresh grass. His balls smelled like a month of unwashed sweat. The odor was noticeable from six feet away… or at least, it would have been noticeable if Jeanette weren’t off in her psychedelic dreamland. To her, Vishal was no different from a runway model. In her mind, he had fabulous golden locks of hair draped over broad shoulders. He had a spartan warrior’s chest, arms and back. Vishal pulled out his cock. To Jeanette, it seemed like a fat, juicy and beautifully uncircumcised penis.
Considering the fact that it’d been days since her last fuck, Jeanette wanted sit on this fat brown cock immediately, but Vishal had more sophisticated plans. He seemed to be smearing animal fat on his cock. Which orifice would that thing be entering? Her heart rate accelerated in anticipation. Jeanette couldn’t help but think about how she’d always wanted to fuck in a more primitive way -- like cave people used to fuck. What was it like before lube and condoms and political correctness? She could hardly wait to find out…
Jeanette had already flung her panties into the bush, and laid on her back, waiting to have his cock inside of her. Vishal lay on top of her, and smiled… He had a devilish surprise in store for Jeanette and he was now ready to reveal it.
“I know exactly how you like it.” Vishal said again.
He didn’t wait for her response, his simply stuck two fingers in her mouth swished them around so that he could collect a fair amount of spit. Then he stuck those fingers in her ass, still taking his time being ever-so-gentle. Even though he inserted the tips of his fingers, and then slowly pushed them deeper, Jeanette still bawled out when he first penetrated her asshole. It was a combination of pain, surprise and absolute ecstasy. Either way, Jeanette loved the pain. She loved that Vishal was so wild and nasty.
Vishal kept fingering until her ass was well used to having fingers inside. When her asshole was finally relaxed, he pulled his fingers out and slapped her ass hard. The slap left a red palm print along with a little brown smudge. Jeanette swooned with desire at this brute’s aggression. “Fuck me, you animal. Fuck my asshole.”
Vishal obliged. He inserted his animal fat lathered cock up inside Jeanette’s ass, and started pounding. In Jeanette’s drugged up dreamworld, Vishal was a wild beast-man who degraded her in all of the ways that Brandon couldn’t… or wouldn’t. He rammed her insides, and when she squealed in pain, he gave her a scant three second pause before he rammed her even harder. It didn’t matter that she was getting pleasured anally, Vishal’s cock still managed to hit all of the right vaginal spots through the thin wall of tissue between the two orifices. Before long, Jeanette came hard. She sprayed her potent liquid all over Vishal and the thatch bed.
When the time came, Jeanette turned around to let Vishal ejaculate in her mouth. His warm semen trailed down her throat, followed by the layer of “butter” that she’d licked off of Vishal’s cock. It would be several hours before Jeanette was lucid enough to realise how foul her breath smelled.
* * *
Brandon had been on the phone with the executives of Boulder Corp for about two hours. He’d been eyeing the clock restlessly for that last half hour because he wanted to get back to his family quite urgently. To a corporate mogul, two hours was but a blip in time. For his wife and child, two hours could feel like an eternity. Brandon felt guilty about making them wait and he looked forward to making up the time. Time to spoil them. He thought. For that last ten minutes locked up in his makeshift office, Brandon felt eerily lone. The condo felt like a ghost town. He became increasingly conscious of the fact that he hadn’t heard any giggles, or running around, or even
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