"Bluebell, have you thought this through? A farm? Really?? Do we seem like the type who enjoy being farmin' on weekends? I think you're confused, Lurielle. Done gone and bumped your head, thinkin' you're marrying bully boy from next door."
"Will youstop?" Lurielle exclaimed in exasperation, a stitch in her side from laughing so hard at his grousing. "It's done! Everything is going to be done for us. The place is beautiful. I don't know why you're complaining, you still get to do your favorite part. So now when everyone complements the food, you can strut around and pretend you wrestled the cow down with your bare hands."
"Darlin', I don't think I need to sit here and take this sort of verbal abuse.”
His method of not sitting there and taking her abuse was to lurch to his feet, crossing the room in a single stride, hauling her up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Lurielle shrieked, squealing in laughter as his hand came down on her ass, a hard spank, followed in quick succession by two more, his hand holding on and massaging her cheek on the third.
"Since you got so much time to flap them gums, we're gonna find a better use for that smart mouth of yours, darlin'."
She continued to giggle from her knees at the edge of the bed, and he gazed down at her sternly, unbuckling his belt. "I do have a pretty smart mouth," she agreed cheekily. "You're marrying a pretty smart elf."
"Oh, I surely know it. But right now, we're gonna give your smart mouth something to do."
He had himself in hand, thick and delicious.
She would never get tired of watching him sleep, Lurielle had decided one morning, not even minding the way he snored. She would never get tired of his laughter, would never get tired of the sultry, sticky way he said her name, his tongue holding onto that firstL, making all the letters that followed sound decadent and glamorous. She would never get tired of the way he held her, tucked against his chest, enfolded in his strong, heavy arms.
And she would never, ever get tired of the sight of his fat cock in his hand, not quite hard, but flushed and full. His foreskin had already begun to edge back, giving her delectable peak at the blush edge of his shiny slick head.
"Now, open your mouth, darlin'. I've got something to fill it."
She was more than happy to oblige, letting her mouth fall open as he fed her that big mushroom cap, his head alone providing a mouthful. Lurielle dragged her tongue against him, all over the smooth surface, around the flared edge, once he'd pulled the restof his foreskin back, up that puckered seam and into his winking slit, working her tongue back and forth against it. Khash groaned as she gave a sucking kiss to his frenulum, kissing her way all over him.
"That's good, Bluebell. You know just what I like. Now suck."
She would never get tired of the weight of his balls in her hands, the way her fingers streeeetched just to make it halfway around his turgid shaft, the way he filled her mouth completely . . . She would never get tired of it, but nor would she ever actually begoodat it.
He was simply too big and her mouth too small, but Lurielle did her best.
She had developed a technique that worked, one that preserved the integrity of her jaw and had him rolling his hips upward. She put both hands at the base of his thick shaft, attempting to interlace her fingertips. She used her thumbs to press into the thick root that ran up his underside, while from the top, her mouth did what it could do — tongue moving, lips puckering, sucking him as deeply into her throat as she could without gagging. When her mouth and hands work in tandem, it created enough stimulation for his big dragon to take wing.
"All right darlin', I think your mouth has learned its lesson." He pulled out of her with a groan, a string of drool connecting her mouth to his bobbing head. "Now why don't you turn around and let me stuff that pretty kitty full."
She was giggling so hard it was a struggle to peel off her leggings. She would never get tired of this, either. She knew other couples, probably including some of her friends, would be all animal heat and dirty talk at this point in the operation, but she would never get tired of their laughter. She thought about that very first night they spent together, at the cabin. Finding positions that accommodated their extreme size difference was a comedy of errors, and laughing, having fun, had been such arevelation to her then. They had never stopped laughing, and that suited her perfectly.
"Bluebell, don't make me have to go cut a switch for you. You sit there gigglin' any longer, you're going to need to run this ol' windsock up the flagpole all over again."
"Then you'd better grind your corn a little faster and get over here, big boy."
She was still laughing as he pressed into her from behind, pushing all of the air out of her lungs as he did so, her eyes rolling back at the pressure. She would never get tired of this, either.
At this angle — on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, her ass raised high enough for him to grip her hips and direct her movement – she felt stuffed completely full, no room left for her to take a breath. His pullback was slow, but when he thrust forward again, pressing into her even deeper, Lurielle fell forward on her elbows, her hands fisting the bedding, as she attempted to breathe around the intrusion of his cock. She was positive her internal organs were being displaced every time he pumped into her, but it felt so damngood, she couldn't care.We can find someplace new for your spleen. Later.The press of him from behind heightened every drag, the flare of his cockhead catching on her G spot on each pass, dragging against her inner walls so thoroughly that her eyes rolled back. She would never,everget tired of this.
Khash groaned deep in his chest, and she felt the first burst of him emptying within her like a hot flood, increasing as his cock erupted. “Bluebell, you make me come like this in the middle of the day every Saturday, you watch how fast I give up the league.”
When one of his big fingers came around to rub at her clit, Lurielle was finished.
He chuckled as she clenched around him, wheezing, back arching. She was so full, and the pressure wassoenormous,Lurielle was certain she clenched him tight enough to squeeze out another few drops.
“Mmmmm, that’s it, darlin’. Drain me good.”
She shrieked in laughter again when his hand came down on her ass, and she stayed his arm when he attempted to pull out. "No, wait. Stay inside for just a minute."
"Mhm, but can I at least move? Bluebell, we look like two guilty coonhounds caught fuckin' in the henhouse. If bully boy peeps through the windows right now . . ."
She was sure Rourke was going to hear her pealing laughter through their houses, as Khash brought his knee to the bed, somehow scooping her up and twisting them onto their sides in one fluid motion.
"Darling, don't think I don't know what you're doing. I know this trick. You get me so hot and bothered that I pop off like a preacher in a bordello on Saturday, and then you grip me so hard I go cross eyed. Suckin' me up.That'swhat you're doing."
