| Straight: Serial Stories: Wolf Creek Chapter 11 (6/6) |
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did. He unbuttoned her shirt and comforted the hollow of her neck with his lips, and then he cupped her breasts and comforted her nipples and her belly with his hands and his tongue. He unbuckled her jeans and slowly unbuttoned the fly, all the time telling her that he loved her and wanted to take care of her. And asking her if she loved him and trusted him. And she did and told him so. And then he told her he wanted to be her virile oak. That he wanted to fully bond with her, for them to melt together in one unit. Then he unbuttoned himself and turned her and placed his lips and tongue where Estelle had so recently played and was pushing his huge manhood between her lips. At length he moved her again, on her belly over the saddle, and he knelt behind her between her spread legs and fucked her long and deeply, all the while making love for her with the poetic murmurings of his rich baritone voice. He possessed her fully and several times and in various positions in front of the crackling fire throughout the chill spring night. Her young, masterful, virile oak. The next afternoon Ada and Kincaid were riding over the last ridge and within sight of the Wolf Creek Ranch compound on the hillock below them, when the riders who had been sent out to find them did find them. They spoke briefly and breathlessly to Ada, who, leaving all of them behind, spurred her horse in a hell bent for fury tumbling ride down the mountain slopes. But she was too late. Frank Wolf was already gone when she reached the lodge. His horse had been spooked by a rattlesnake at the far reaches of their fenceline, and the horse had thrown him and then landed on top of him, crushing the man’s ribs and piercing several of his vital organs. The ranch hands with him and improvised a litter and brought him back to the lodge as gently as they could. But the damage to his body had been too extensive. He had, as he had frequently said he wished to do, died riding the range of his ranch. |
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