Free The Farmer's Reluctant Bride by Dina Chapel Page B

her pump her hand up and down his hard length. He
was so big, Mandy was still amazed that it fit inside her all the way. Her
fingers just barely touched wrapped around his manhood right now when it was
all large and hard.
    Hank didn’t seem to mind. He just
kept moving her hand up and down, picking up speed and moaning and groaning in
a way that let Mandy know this was a good thing.
    Hank reached down with his free
hand and fondled Mandy’s breast, pulling and tweaking the nipple until it
peaked and then pinching and rolling the peaked dark pink nipple between his
thumb and forefinger. Mandy squirmed in pleasure from what Hank’s hand was
doing to her breast as her hand pleasured him.
    Hank was breathing heavily. “I need
to be in you.” His voice was husky and deep.
    Mandy’s breath caught in her throat
as Hank’s hand suddenly left hers where she was holding him and he grabbed her
under her arms, lifting her up and quickly thrusting her down on his hardness.
It was swift and unexpected and Mandy cried out in surprise and a mixture of pleasure
and pain as she was impaled on him. A need she didn’t even realize had built
within her was filled and Hank immediately began pumping her up and down on
him.
    The pleasure Mandy felt at having
Hank stroke in and out of her overrode the pain of having her welted backside
slap against Hank’s thighs each time he brought her down hard onto him. If
anything the pain intensified the pleasure. It was too confusing for Mandy to
make any sense of at that moment. All she could manage to do then was feel the
pleasure Hank was giving her.
    She felt the intensity of it
building as Hank increased the speed with which he pumped her up and down on
him. With one final push down, Hank shouted and Mandy felt something break
within her at the same time. Hank held her pressed down on him, and Mandy
bucked on top of him, unable to control the feelings that caused her body to
react to him this way.
    Her pleasure seemed to go on long
past Hank’s because when she finally recovered from it, she looked down at Hank
to find him watching her with a satisfied smile on his face. He seemed to be
taking pleasure in her pleasure.
    Mandy tried to pull off him then,
but Hank’s hands still held her hips and kept her on him. Too tired and worn
out to even question him, Mandy simply lay down on top of him; it felt better
to not have her sore behind pressed against anything.
    She nuzzled her face into the crook
of his neck and shoulder and sighed with exhaustion and pleasure as Hank pulled
the quilt up and over her back to cover the both of them.
    They fell asleep still joined
together as husband and wife.
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*   *
    When Mandy woke the following
morning, Hank was already up and out, most likely to the barn to tend to early
morning chores, as usual. Mandy sat up and winced. Her backside was so sore.
She didn’t think she’d be able to do any sitting today, maybe not for a few
days. She wondered if Hank would make her sit for meals. He usually did that to
drive home the lesson that he was trying to teach with the spanking. But this
had been no ordinary spanking.
    It had been the worst punishment he
had ever given her, and she knew he had been very angry when he did it. That
was different too. All the other times, Hank had seemed so much in control and
had lectured her while he spanked. This time he had just bent her over and laid
that belt across her behind over and over. And he hadn’t said a word the entire
time.
    It had hurt so much, and he didn’t
hold her afterward like he usually did. He had just ordered her to bed. Mandy
knew it was probably silly, but that seemed to hurt as much as the strapping
did. He had still been mad. She wondered if she would be given a chance to
explain today.
    Mandy knew it was wrong to leave
without telling Hank, but Silas was adamant that they didn’t have even a moment
to spare. And he had been right. A few minutes later and both mother and baby
would have been lost.