Page 26 of Small Town Beast 2: Saverin’s Duet (Sins of the South)

“You don’t have to beg me.”

He picked her up and carried her down the hall to his bed. They’d tossed around here many times but never so exposed to each other. He could still stop. Save it all for their wedding night. Save it all for…For what?

His phone rang again. Absalom knew he was playing with fire, leaving his soldiers up on Roman’s Hill to dally with Lorrie.

If the men knew what their leader was doing, to say it would depreciate their confidence would be an understatement.

And yet, staring at Lorrie all laid out on the bed with her curls puffy and rippling, her breasts bare and inviting more play, her soft stomach shivering with anticipation of what was to come…

After all, he was only a man.

“Wait here,” he told Lorrie, and went to get the phone. It was Shadrac, the man he’d left in charge on Roman’s Hill.

“Yeah?” Absalom grunted, checking to make sure his dog was alright before heading back to the bedroom where Lorrie waited patiently, propped up on an elbow, wearing nothing but the sinful pink thong.

His throat went dry as he stared at her incredible body, each heavy curve and its corresponding valley a work of art.

His cousin Shadrac demanded, “Where are you, Abi?”

“Checking on something,” said Absalom, pulling Lorrie on top of him so he could suck her tits. “Hang up,” she whispered. He slapped her ass, growling in her ear, “Hush.”

To Shadrac he said, “I’m headed back up in half an hour.”

“What happened with the truck?”

“Sorted.”

“You think it was Roman?”

“Maybe. You had eyes on Saverin Bailey as he came up the hill?”

“Yes, boss. Junkie was watching him the whole way up and down.”

“Like y’all had eyes on Roman yesterday?” Absalom asked dryly.

“Hand to God, Abi, nobody came near your truck. It was parked right next to the house, for Chrissake.”

Last night, then. Whoever it was planted it last night. When I was at the Greasy Hog? With Lorrie at the cabin? Or maybe not last night…maybe at her uncle’s house?

“What are the Snatch Hills on right now?” He asked Shadrac out loud.

If Hiram and his thugs were about to ride out on Black Florin he’d have to cut this short with Lorrie no matter what.

But if they were just getting tossed in the house that could bide a minute longer. Or a few minutes. Why not hours…

Amusing herself while he talked war, Lorrie gripped him through his open fly and started stroking. He kissed up and down her breasts, always returning to her dark-cherry nipples.

“We have them contained, I suppose,” Shadrac answered. “They’re busy quaffing all the fuckin’ wine and whiskey from the cellar, though.”

That woke him up. “They’re what ?” Absalom barked.

“I know. And all the fuckin’ hooch we bought— guess what? They ain’t touching it. You need to get up here or they’ll drain every drop we found.”

Through his teeth Absalom said, “That’s money they’re guzzling. Roman’s vintage stock. We’re talking thousands of fuckin’ dollars. I got a buyer down in Goldsville that would take the whole lot.”

“Yeah,” said Shadrac. “Smells good, I can’t lie.”

“Can you stop them?” Absalom asked pointlessly. One man keeping twenty good ol’ boys away from a legendary stock of vintage whiskey was as likely as stopping a tsunami with a cheesecloth.

“Get back here on the double, Absalom,” Shadrac advised.

“I will. Tell our boys don’t take a drop of the stuff before we get it tested, we clear?” Absalom ordered, struggling to focus as Lorrie began returning his kisses, wriggling out of his grip to trace her cool lips over his neck, his chest, his stomach, lower…

Oh Jesus.

“Well, alright,” said Shadrac unhappily.

“I mean it. Roman might have tainted ‘em.”

“Sheeeit.”

“Make sure our boys don’t touch it,” Absalom insisted. “Give me—give me an hour.”

“You said thirty minutes.”

“For Chrissake— alright, I’ll be up directly.”

Lorrie pulled the open flaps of his jeans aside and kissed his thick ridge through his underwear. Oh, Jesus. Focus, focus. Stroking her hair he asked Shadrac, “What about downstairs?”

“Good news,” came the reply.

“Well?”

“I’ll show you when you get back,” said Shadrac mysteriously. “Might solve our little problem with Hiram, but it won’t be pretty.”

“Don’t worry about that. Thirty minutes.” Absalom hung up to address a far more pressing issue. “Damn it, Lorrie— you can’t suck my cock.”

“Why not?” She popped his cockhead out of his boxers and washed it with the tip of her tongue.

Back, forth, she swirled on it like a lollipop, licking his pre-come from the weeping slit.

Damn if she didn’t look good wearing his diamond ring, nursing on his rod like that.

“Take your jeans off,” she whispered. “And why do you still have your boots on?”

“For traction.”

Giggling helplessly Lorrie swatted at his stomach. “You are a whole fool. Is everything okay?”

“What? Yeah, peachy. Mountain stuff, that’s all it was.”

She straddled him, then ran her fingers through the golden hair on his chest. “We have thirty minutes?”

“Let’s see,” he said, taking her mouth again for a kiss.

“Did you like that? Me sucking on it?” she asked shyly, pulling away. “Why did you stop me?”

“I don’t want thirty minutes to turn into three,” he told her. She didn’t exactly get it, but she shrugged and asked, “So…what should we do for thirty minutes?”

He climbed off the bed and undressed. The room was dark. He didn’t want to scare her.

“My darlin’.” He drew close and kissed her for a moment before pressing his body against her, letting her discover on her own that he was naked.

“Oh,” she gasped.

“You know what we’re gonna do now, right?”

“I’m ready,” she whispered as he thumbed and stroked her clit again.

“It hasn’t been easy for us, has it, Lorrie?” As he toyed with her pussy he dropped caressing bites on her neck, and lower. There was a purple mark on one of her breasts now from his direct attention earlier. He smoothed it out gently.

“No, it hasn’t been easy.”

“You got nothing to worry about. I’ll be careful.”

She held him with both hands and guided him towards her entrance. “No more waiting.”

Absalom wondered if this was one of those dreams he had sometimes, where he’d wake up before the deed could happen. But when he leaned down to kiss Lorrie their heads cracked together, hard.

“Ow!” Lorrie yelped.

“Ah– I’m sorry.” He rubbed his forehead sheepishly. Definitely no dream, at any rate. “Jesus. You alright?”

“I’m fine.” So much for careful. Relax. Absalom stroked her thigh before positioning himself so their bodies could fit together.

His cock slapped heavily on her softness, foreshadowing what was to come.

That sharp inhale she made? Maybe she understood how this was gonna go.

He was not a small man by any stretch. Lorrie had never experienced a man between her legs, fucking inside her.

Slow, slow… He slicked through her for a moment, preparing himself and preparing her for what might be a painful entrance.

Nothing to it but to do it.

He thrust.

Woah.

“Fuck,” he gritted. “Lorraine.”

Lorrie clapped a hand over her mouth. Her glassy eyes met his, petrified with shock.

“You okay?” He wasn’t even two inches in yet.

She choked, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop…Waitwaitwait— Stop!”

But Absalom didn’t hear her, and with one stiff jerk it was done.

They both cried out and cleaved to each other, closer.

Unbelievable. This was it. Right here— better than every fantasy he’d ever conjured on a dark night with his fist and lotion, spending himself into emptiness to keep away from her.

No more. He groaned like an animal and thrust, thrust, until she slapped his shoulder quickly to wake him out of the stupor and beg him to slow down.

“Fuck, sweetheart…Agh!”

“I— I never—” she couldn’t even talk.

Now he had Lorrie under him, submitted to him, taking his cock in the delicious sheath of her cunny that clenched him in like a fist. He picked up her hair and buried his nose in it, inhaling her scent as his body invaded her flesh. Tight. So tight. So, so, so…

Fuck her deep; she can take it deeper than that.

But he withdrew as much as was possible, given the sucking slick grip of her pussy.

Absalom didn’t have a condom; he planned to pull out, but how the fuck was he gonna do that with Lorrie shivering and slicking up and down his cock just begging to be filled up? He pumped gently. “Hurts?”

“N-no. Ugh!”

He’d only fed her a little more of the beast, but suddenly he drove in a little too hard and as if he’d just slammed some deep button inside her, she squirted cream all over him. He pulled back. “Woah.”

“Oh— I’m sorry!”

“For what? You don’t need to be sorry at all.” Her juice was in his mouth, and on his lips. Her come dripped down his chest. And it tasted different from what he’d just been licking off her pussy— damned if it didn’t taste just like her caramel candy.

“Sweet Lorraine…”

She gripped his hair and started moving her hips, working him back inside her with a deep cry of need.

Powerfully aroused, Absalom leaned over her and harassed her clit with the pad of his thumb until she did it again.

He drank in her flushed beauty, her love-drunk daze spurring on his thrusts as much as the physical sensation of burying his cock inside her while her breasts mashed up against his body and he cupped and pinched her ass.

“More?” he murmured.

“Yes!”

Lorrie wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer.

Deeper. The bedframe knocked against the wall in a quickening rhythm.

Every cry wrenched out of Lorrie was sweeter than music to his ears.

She wriggled and writhed under him, her cunny gushing and squirting so much he couldn’t believe it.

And then out of nowhere Absalom felt something kicking low and deep in his groin.

Deep in his balls a pulse of tension gathered strength and force.

Like a charging missile. He forced Lorrie’s legs even wider and bore her down hard into the bed.

Loose, heavy strokes. He watched his white cock slide into her, her nether lips struggling to release him on each thrust.

“Break?” he muttered, though he was the one about to blow his load.

She shook her head, her pretty yellow eyes slitted like a cat’s. He dominated her with his whole body, pressing his great size into her tightness until her voice, run to its limit from her moans, gave out in a high-pitched cry.

Absalom’s head felt light. His thoughts— what thoughts?

Nothing but instinct; he was an animal rutting into his mate.

This was nature, wasn’t it? Fuck her. Fuck her harder.

He was almost there. God, so close. Fuck a condom; they were never using one.

Lorrie screamed and bit his shoulder with her own orgasm sweeping her away while Absalom’s was only beginning.

Little irrelevant thoughts played through his head, but they did not signify; why shouldn’t he finish inside her now when they had waited five fucking years— it was the right time. Now.

Yes, the beast roared.

She was going to be his wife; she was his mate, Sweet Lorraine was the only woman on earth he would ever love and there was no more waiting; she had said Yes to marriage and if there was a baby then would it really be so bad?

Why not, when his whole body needed it— she needed it— but he’d be a gentleman this first time— had to ask her—

“Baby, I— Lorrie do you want it—Agh—”

“Want what?” she gasped, but it was too late.

Seed exploded from him with brutal force, pumped deep and endlessly into a fertile, tender earth.

Her thighs tightened up and her pussy clenched, clenched tight , wringing him to the last drop.

He could do nothing as lust held him down and made his hips fuck it into her, pushing his soldiers against the gates of life, where they hammered them open and invaded her woman’s body at that most sacred source.

When he sagged against her Lorrie rolled on top of him, somehow gaining strength as his own was so utterly depleted. Her golden skin shone with sweat. She could not be real; she was an angel sent to him. He managed to stroke her hair and bring it to his lips.

“Lorrie,” he rasped.

She wiped away something at the corners of his eyes and planted such a tender kiss on his lips that Absalom was, for once in his life, overwhelmed completely by emotion.