Too Big Taboo Bundle(7)

By: Veronica Vaughn





I yanked my fishing pole back, but I stepped on a slippery rock and fell sideways with a splash. I tried to breath but gulped down a watery mouthful instead. My head went under. When I came up I realized I was being swept downstream, and I screamed, trying to claw my way back to the bank. I reached for a fallen tree and grabbed hold of a limb, but it snapped in my fingers and sent me rolling. I was gasping for breath and paddling frantically, but the current was too strong.



“Ellie!”



I turned and caught a glimpse of James shortly before the water took me under again. The water was so clear that I could see James running alongside the river, scrambling over boulders and around trees. Then he tossed off his T-shirt and dove into the water, his strong arms paddling toward me. I grabbed him and clung to his neck, accidentally pushing his head underwater. He came up and drew in a quick breath. We were swiftly approaching a log that had fallen all the way across the river, forming a natural bridge several feet above the water’s surface.



James thrust his head back out of the water. “Hold on to me!” he growled.



I was not about to let go. I clung to his neck, my body riding his back. Suddenly he plummeted down beneath the water, then rocketed upward. He grabbed the log in his arms, his legs fighting the current that threatened to sweep us away.



“You have to crawl over me, Ellie,” he said.



“I can’t.”



“Yes, you can.”



He didn’t even give me a chance to protest. Keeping his grip on the log, he hoisted me over his back with his other hand. In his hands, I was light as a feather. I lay on the log, my arms and legs hugging it tightly, as James swung himself up behind me. James crawled onto his feet, careful not to rock the log or lose his balance. He picked me up and carried me to the end of the log. My arms were wrapped around his neck, and he held me like a sleeping baby. Instead of setting me down on the bank, he carried me that way all the way through the woods and back to the cabin as night began to fall all around us.





VI.



I didn’t want James to ever let me go. But once we were inside the cabin, he set me down on a wooden chair. He had rescued me, and my heart was filled with gratitude toward him. Despite swallowing a few gulps of river water, I was not hurt in any way, but my body was wet and a shiver ran up my spine.



“You need to get out of those wet clothes,” James said.



“Then undress me.”



James stood before me, still shirtless. His strong, swollen chest rose with every heavy breath he took.



“You don’t know what you’re saying, baby girl,” he said.



But I did know. I knew exactly what I wanted. I stood up and took one step toward James. When he didn’t move, I stopped and smiled, then peeled off my wet blouse, letting it fall to the floor. Then I took another step forward. Still, he didn’t budge. He just watched me, trying to stifle the lust building inside him.



My all-powerful stepfather. The decorated war veteran. I wanted him to ambush me from behind, attack my cunt and invade my body with his rigid cock. I toyed with the button of my shorts, then flicked it open and unzipped, swaying my hips as the shorts tumbled down my legs. James’ body remained perfectly still, but his eyes raked up and down my body, standing before him in nothing but my bra and panties.



James nodded his head. I could see the hunger in his eyes, and I stepped closer to him. Now we were practically touching. My long, wet hair felt cold and heavy against the bare skin of my back.



His body was taut and trembling like a longbow about to release its arrow. Drawn to him, I reached up to touch his chest, wanting to feel his firm, smooth skin beneath my fingertips. The instant my fingers touched his skin, he snapped. He grabbed me in his rough hands and snatched my body toward his. With a hand behind my head he pulled our faces together, pressing his mouth against mine so ardently it almost hurt. He dipped his tongue into my mouth and I tasted him, smelled him, all of my senses consumed by him as his hands ran all over my body, groping for every inch of me.



James bit my earlobe and kissed my neck as I threw my head back and moaned out loud. I gasped when he grabbed my tits and tore off my bra, liberating them. He grabbed them roughly, crushing them in his hands, and he threw me down to the floor. I landed on the rug and James landed on top of me, pinning me beneath his weight as his lips found mine and we kissed more deeply this time, his hands searching from my hard little nipples, down my tummy, lower still, finding my panties and the mound between my legs. He rubbed me greedily, the firmness of his hands dominating my pussy. I was dripping wet, and my entire body was aching to be filled by his cock. He kissed my neck as he slid his fingers into my panties and teased open my pussy, his fingers searching me, toying with the hard little bump of my clit. My body writhed as he dominated me with his fingers. My head was spinning. My muscles tightened and every ounce of sexual energy flowing toward my pulsating cunt.

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