Amish Redemption (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy) by Miranda Rush Page B

desperately slid his suspenders down and pulled at the hooks on his pants, tearing his erection free.  Just the sight of his naked cock moved her.  Sharp pangs of need jolted through her and she wrapped her naked legs around his hips, her own upward to lightly rub her sex against his.  She could feel their juices mixing.
                  He clinched her buttocks, positioning his erection directly at her entrance . . . and waited.  She whined, impatiently, directly meeting his eyes.  She had never seen them so blue. 
                  Penetration was deliciously abrupt.  Her breath hitched as he thrust into her again and again, holding her bottom close to his raging hips.  He splayed her legs so far apart it almost pained her with each drive.  Yet the discomfort only mingled with the glorious stirrings that his cock was exciting within her. He nudged her to lie back on the table and he took her buttocks in his hands, ramming himself even deeper inside her.  In and out and in and out.  He was deeply bombarding the apex where her core began.  The need within her was being pulled unbearably taut.  Her desperation for release was burning her.
                  Rough and frenetic, he thrashed into her and she wrapped her legs around his hips once more, hooking them together at the ankles.  She began making panicky breathy sounds, low at first, then becoming higher and more primal as his pitch grew.  She screamed without reserve as she climaxed, the tension in her body pulverizing into the near blindness of ecstasy.  Her excitement drove him over the edge and he threw himself around her, clutching her close as he came, concussing his entire form against her.
                  Afterwards, they burst through the door together giggling like children while the rest of the family stared at them from the dining room table over untouched plates.  The disquiet in the room was palpable. Oh, shit.
                  Mother Yoder rose up from the table, a hostile finger pointed at Rebekah.
                  “If you weren’t constantly running like a bitch in heat, our dinner wouldn’t have gotten cold!”  She spat in Rebekah’s general direction.  Icy guilt washed over Rebekah.  “But there you are, all full of filth, all hot and bothered, bringing this—” Mother Yoder’s finger shifted to Rachel, “—bastard into my house for all the world to see!  What other trash are you going to drag in here?”  She was fairly screaming. 
                  Ezekiel turned stony.  He sat down silently in his chair at the head of the table.  Rebekah froze, her face scorched with shame.  How does she know?  Did Ezekiel tell his mother about Rachel?   A sick sense of betrayal settled over her.  So this is how it’s going to be.  All eyes except those of her husband were upon her. 
                  Crash!   Ezekiel’s fist came smashing down upon the table, making everybody jump, including his mother.  “As long as I live and breathe, don’t you dare talk that way to my wife again!  As far as my daughter goes, if you ever tell such evil lies about her again, you will find yourself without a home.”
                  Mother Yoder had gone pale.  She sputtered.  “B-but I can’t have such behavior in my house—”
                  “This isn’t your house.” 
                  “What?  I’m your mother—”
                  Ezekiel indicated Rebekah.  “It’s her house.  You offend her, you can leave.”
                  Rebekah nodded gratefully at Ezekiel as she took her place on the wooden bench beside his chair.  During the silent prayer, he reached for her hand and placed it on the erection in his pants.  Is this man insatiable?   She widened her eyes at him, open mouthed.  He grinned and shrugged.  Oh, that I could be so lucky, she thought.  Oh, that I