The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(157)
Sarah pulls his face up to hers, and kisses him deeply, as she turns and sits on the edge of the bed. Gently, Dandy lays her back, while he himself lays beside her, his left hand clenching her milk engorged breast. They continue to kiss until Sarah Anne finally lets out a soft moan of longing, and Dandy releases her mound, probing instead the growing moistness between her legs.
As he softly slides his fingers into her, she lets out a gasp, and softly whispers, “Please baby…please f*ck me…f*ck me now…” which causes Dandy to stand and remove his own clothing. By now, his hunger for food has been replaced by a hunger for the sweet taste of his wife’s honey pot, and before he fills her cleft with the thickness of his erection, he pauses to suckle softly at the entrance to her passage.
“Oh my, God!” she exclaims. “Please, don’t stop!” Dandy engulfs her nether lips with his mouth, sucking even more life into her already swollen entrance, and driving her mad at the same time. He slips his tongue into her, and she lets out a moan of ecstasy, filling his mouth with the sweet nectar that comes only from woman, and Dandy drinks his fill, lapping at every delicious drop.
Finally, Sarah Anne’s hips are no longer rocking or rolling underneath him, and he stands, pulling her toward him at the edge of their marital bed. He gently slides the entire length of his throbbing shaft into her pulsating valley, and she is immediately consumed by powerful convulsions of orgasm once more. He starts to slowly slip in and out of her slick vessel, while her hips undulate in front of him. “Faster!” she begs him, and he obliges, hammering his virility into her with such force that her entire body moves with each thrust.
Sarah Anne closes her eyes while her entire body is rocked by the power of her lover, who continually jams his iron pole into her again and again, without ceasing. Much as before, she can feel the power of gratification fill her, and she is unable to control herself when she screams out, “f*ck me! My God, please just f*ck me!”
This arouses Dandy even more as he continually impales her with the force of freight train rolling down the line, unstoppable. He continually thrusts himself into her sex, even when it begins to quake a third time, clutching at his staff as if begging him to remain there forever.
Finally, with a shriek that pierces the night air that surrounds their home, Sarah Anne comes to the pinnacle of pleasure a third time, drenching Dandy and their bed, soaking the entire area with the delicious scent of her folds. This alone finally brings Dandy to a climax, and with one final, powerful thrust, he explodes inside her glove, filling and then overflowing her valley with his sticky essence.
Finally, they collapse together on the bed, neither one capable of getting up to eat the scrumptious dinner that sits on the table, getting cold.
Chapter 7
Something Noble
Sitting in her home, Sandra Ammor is beginning to get worried. She has not seen her journal in over three weeks, before the ruckus on McCulloch St. took place. If it fell into the wrong hands, it could easily spell the end of her matchmaking, because anyone who could read would know that she had been the one writing to young mail order brides back east, pretending to be the various men who they were going to marry.
Of course, the best case scenario would be that she has simply misplaced her journal somewhere in the house she shares with her younger brother, and that no one would ever find that she is the matchmaker, and the worst case scenario would be that Tyson Abrams finds it and gets another mob together.
Or that Dwight would find it.
She swore to Dwight that she was not the matchmaker when he asked her the pointed question on McCulloch Street after he had talked down the Abrams mob several weeks ago. She had felt guilty about lying to her older brother, but she had to, didn’t she? She couldn’t let him get in the way of her noble work of bringing in some better women into this God forsaken county.
People like that whore Sally are what is bringing the area down. Then, there are the sycophantic people like Tyson who pay lip service to the Lord, but then turn around and drink like fishes and abuse their spouses. The only way to make this community any better would be to bring in some women to marry the few good men too, who would raise their children in a genuine fear of the Lord, and thereby reform the county of its lawless and debauched ways.
Why don’t they see that? she asks herself. Do they not realize that what I am doing is for the benefit of everyone in the county? And in the best interests of the upcoming generations? Maybe they just don’t care…well, they don’t care about what the Lord thinks, so of course they think I’m crazy.
So far, each of the matches has resulted in a marriage, and Dandy and Sarah Anne are expecting a baby any day now! If it weren’t for Sandra, those two would have never met, and that baby wouldn’t be coming. The numb skulls in Coleman don’t realize that she, Sandra Ammor, was the reason that baby is coming into the world. She is the reason that Dandy decided to settle down and become a respectable husband. She is the reason that her brother, Dwight, has been able to recover from the trauma of dear Amanda’s death. She is the reason that Junior Parker is finally happily married to a good, Christian wife who loves him for him, instead of loving him for how fat his wallet is, and how much money she can take from him to spend on herself.
Why can’t these people understand that she is doing something noble?
Chapter 8
The Regular Customer
Sally sits on the edge of the bed in her room at the Hanged Man, silently crying tears of pain and embarrassment. She may be a whore, but no woman deserves to have done to her what Tyson Abrams just did to her. Every woman should be able to say no, regardless of what she does to take care of and provide for herself.