I Will Work Hard Ch. 02

So hot ...

Her body was so hot, and it was becoming wet. Womanly juices were oozing out of her slit, providing lubrication for Ehlov's caring fingers. That only let his fingertips move faster, harder, and she screamed into his mouth, loving every single, sharp moment of it. Her body jerked and writhed against him. Her hands nearly cramped. Her mind flashed and twinkled.

There was a moment where she had no idea where she was, what she was doing, or even what her name was.

And she didn't care.

"Agh!" That was Ehlov's voice.

She could speak, because he wasn't sinking into her mouth.

Hulda tasted some blood.

Her eyes opened and she looked at her husband's face. He seemed strained. His brow was furrowed. His jaw was tight. But, when he noticed Hulda's concerned expression, the muscles in his face loosened. "You ... you bit my tongue."

Her blood seemed to leave her face. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

With a nearly wicked smile, Ehlov leaned in and said, "It's fine. You were turning mad. I can't be sore at you."

"I still feel awful about hurting you."

He truly didn't seem to feel awful at all. He hugged her, and he kissed her again. Then he kicked the leaves about as he moved to face her.

Another hug.

Her legs naturally spread for him.

A hand at her hip, another under her hair, touching both her head and her nape.

He went right in, spitting out a curse. Hulda cursed too.

Ehlov's doting touches had relaxed her muscles, making it easier for him to sink into her, but it still hurt a little. Hulda thought it was like being eaten alive. She glanced down at where their flesh met, and she saw some blood.

Well, she had already taken some of his blood. It was only fair that he take some of hers.

Hulda leaned against him, and she tried to take as many calming breaths as she could.

"How do you feel?" Ehlov asked in a grainy whisper, putting a tickle in her ear.

She gasped and panted a few times. Then she answered him with a weak voice. "I'm alright. You can keep going. It's fine."

There was no damn way she was going to stop him from feeling good, especially when he was doing what he had every right to do. At least, in her mind, Ehlov had every right to do this.

And so, she was pulled back and forth, back and forth. Every movement made her grunt. Her nails put a great deal of strain on Ehlov's tunic. She wondered if she'd end up tearing his clothing.

Ehlov's voice barked down at her. "Fuck! Oh, fuck! You feel so good, so fucking good!"

Her cunt seemed to spark at his words. Hulda's voice was stifled by the firm torso she pressed her mouth against. "Do I? Honestly?"

"Yes!" He threw his head back for a moment, licking his lips. "Hmmmmmmmm ... It's paradise, Starlight!"

Hulda loved that nickname. She smiled against her husband, completely willing to be at his mercy.

The rocking went on for a long time.

Struggling breaths, whimpering, the creaking of the platform, the sliding of the mats.

Hulda had wanted to feel a bit more pleasure, and she knew that women often did when taking a cock inside, but she didn't quite feel it, even when it all ended, even when Ehlov sounded like he was choking, and he barely moved at all in her.

Even when he left a bit more of a mess inside of her, mixing in with the blood.

Regardless, Hulda was ecstatic.

Well, actually, once it was all finished, she worried over the mats. Ehlov told her it was his job to clean it later. So, she shouldn't worry at all about it. But after that, Hulda was ecstatic.

As Ehlov carried her home, she said in a gentle, cloudy voice, "I'll keep working hard, Husband, and I'll keep on counting too, because that's the kind of wife you need."

"Oh? I need a wife that works and counts?" He shrugged and snorted. Then he spat onto a random stone. "I guess that's right. I really want you to count."

Hulda adjusted her weight a bit, feeling a little uncomfortable. She was very sore between her legs. "Why do you want me to count so many things?"

He shrugged again. "It's a surprise, a big surprise. I can't tell you what it is, though, because I don't want you to be disappointed if something bad happens and I can't make the surprise happen."

"Well, I'll just pretend that you never said anything about a surprise. I might even forget about it."

Ehlov chuckled, low and sweet. "You're a good girl, Hulda. Don't let anybody tell you any different."

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