My Heart's Passion by Elizabeth Lapthorne (good books for 7th graders txt) 📗

heated words whispered in her ear, he thrust himself inside her to the hilt. She cried out, her position intensifying the pleasure. Grabbing her thighs, Samuel very slowly, very gently, pulled her legs back a fraction.

He wanted to stretch her hips and buttock muscles, but not enough to cause her pain. When her groans and screams reached a certain pitch he stopped, and let himself pulse inside her.

Her pussy clenched him like a tight fist, her inner walls milking him, urging him onto his own release. Samuel gritted his teeth, and slowly began to pull out.

“Oh no! No, no, no, no, no,” Chloe muttered, barely lucid. When only his tip was lodged inside her, he held her hips and legs steady and plunged directly back in.

“Yes!” she screamed, nearly sobbing with the pleasure.

Over and over he plunged into her, in and out, in and out. Until finally her walls started contracting around him, squeezing his breath from his lungs.

Once more, he promised himself, let him hold on for Chloe one more time. Obviously his vixen had other ideas. As she came, she tightened her own muscles, causing the pressure on his cock to increase and his own control to snap.

Grabbing her hips much harder than he had intended, he held her in position and plunged inside her, erupting within two strokes.

Over and over he came, until he felt his seed trickling out her pussy and down his own thighs. He filled her, both physically and with his seed.

Exhausted, they both collapsed on the bed.

Chapter Seventeen

Man, thought Chloe, if that was fast and out of control, I can’t wait till he really tries to fuck me hard and long.

Stretching her legs she felt the age-old twinge of a well-fucked woman. Grinning, she looked up at Samuel. The color in his face was dying down, and neither of them was panting quite so hard anymore.

She let her eyes roll over his face. He was staring at the ceiling, seemingly in shock, so she let her gaze linger.

He was certainly handsome—all the Rutledge men were—but there was something extra that drew her to this particular brother. Chloe assumed it had nothing to do with him being the single one, but more to do with the electric feeling in the air when they shared the same space.

As she pondered this feeling and its possible ramifications, Samuel turned onto his side and looked at her. Gently, he began to caress her cheek.

“I’m sorry.”

She blinked, wondering if she had only caught the second half of his comment.

“Sorry? Huh? About what?”

Samuel continued stroking her cheek. If he kept that up she’d jump him for real this time… Hmmm…she pondered.

“I meant to take you more slowly,” he continued to stroke her cheek, moving up to her hairline where he started running his long fingers through her hair. “I meant to make this last longer.”

Chloe rolled out from under his arm and sat on her knees. The bed was huge, she realized as she looked around. Ducking the hand he reached out, she knelt between his legs, nudging them wider apart.

She watched him grin and preen.

“Something on your mind, love?”

She grinned back. “Something,” she agreed.

Bending down, she inhaled his musky scent. She could smell her own lighter scent on his skin, and in a strange way that pleased her. She could smell their sweat and commingled juices, all overlaid by Samuel’s unique, masculine scent.

She bent her head in an imitation of what Samuel had previously done to her, and nuzzled his lightly furred balls. She saw him clench his fists next to her on the sheets, saw the slight arching of his back.

It amused her to see the power she held over him. Yet strangely at the same time it created a warm fuzzy feeling deep inside her chest. Firmly, she pushed that thought aside. No sense in going there.

Letting his soft hair rub over her nose and cheek, she inhaled him deeper into her system.

After a moment of enjoying this, she let her tongue trail oh-so-lightly around his soft skin, now slightly firmer, around his balls.

Licking them and toying with him with her tongue, she indulged herself for a moment, before quickly encasing him in her mouth. For just a moment, she enjoyed the strange sensation of sucking a man’s balls. Never having done it before, it was strange, but fun at the same time.

After a minute of rolling the strange sac around her mouth, being careful to keep her teeth away from the delicate skin, she removed her mouth. A groan of disappointment slipped from Samuel’s mouth, but before he could complain she quickly enveloped his half-erect cock in her mouth instead.

Warm and damp, she sucked tightly on him, creating exquisite pressure while gently sheathing her teeth. When Samuel groaned, sounding as if he were about to die of pain, she loosened her suction slightly.

“No!” he cried out. “Don’t stop! Please!”

Realizing it was a pleasurable pain, Chloe instantly returned her mouth’s pressure, twice as hard. Bobbing her head slightly, and licking as much of the head as she could reach with her tongue, Chloe enjoyed the salty, manly taste of Samuel’s pre-cum, mixed with their fluids from earlier. It was a strange taste, yet oddly pleasant.

As she felt Samuel harden to rock-like proportions, she felt some indescribable emotion well up inside her.

She had come here this weekend to work out what her heart’s passion was, what her life passion could become. While teaching certainly fulfilled part of that passion, Chloe had the strange sensation that this also was a part of her destiny.

She felt such a connection to Samuel, had felt this connection since Mary’s wedding where she had first met the man.

Sucking him and gently fisting his huge length in her much smaller hand gave her such a feeling of power, of satisfaction. She took him further into her mouth, determined to swallow as much of him as possible without making a fool of herself and gagging.

She smiled around his huge thickness as she decided to