You were long considered a spinster. Your family was desperate for money, and you were their only option. Sending you to work for a newcomer who was not part of the Amish community was risky, and it brought forth the gossip. Ari didn't seem to ca...
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, teasing, dirty talk, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, dry humping, videoing, masturbating (M) in front of another, breeding kink, cum play, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 4K
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You peek over your shoulder, smiling at the giant man that continues to get closer, and taking only one tiny step at a time, to your backside. You'd nearly finished the dishes from breakfast, and the giant form of Ari is stalking towards you. Always. Like a shadow that you didn't want to get rid of. A playful hunt for his prey. Your talk with him was much needed, and even though there's a paranoia of someone finding out and this blowing up in your face, you're enjoying this time.
It's lighthearted, just like the books say it should be. Well, depending on which type of book you're reading, but you've almost guessed which ones are a bit more dark. Yes, you do judge a book by its cover, but only because there is usually a difference. Not always, but the darker themed stories always had a particular look about them.
You didn't hate those stories, but they didn't fit Ari. You liked stories that you could see Ari in. Sometimes he was a hockey player with his fast talking mouth. Sometimes he was a cowboy; sweating and showing off his work made muscles. Other times he was a teacher, and you really liked him being a teacher. Letting him explore your body, and teach you all the ways to sin. It was close to real life.
You finish the last dish right before Ari crowds your body with his own. His heated breath is on your neck, causing your feet to spread apart. His mouth presses up against your heated column, and he chuckles. Giving a nip at your neck before pressing his pelvis into your ass. It's cruel the images and thoughts that you have running through your mind. You feel him, but not enough at the same time.
Your imagination is running rampant with all the ways he could have you. "Uh uh," he tsks, rolling his hips into yours, and you mewl out his name, "Don't go in your head, stay right here with me at this moment. Tell me what you're thinking."
That is what you want to do, but he makes it so damn hard, and he's so hard, pressing into you. And he's clouding your vision, and your judgment. He rolls his hips into you again, and your knuckles lighten with how hard you're clinging to the sink. "A-a-are you going to inspect me again?"
"Is that what you'd like?"
"Uh huh," you want so much more than that. You want to feel him on the inside. You want him crawling into your being, and truly claim you. Ari kisses his way down your body. Starting to sink down to his knees, and he grabs the hem of your dress. Inching higher up your body. Exposing more of your tender flesh.
