Vile Wasteland (A Post Apocalyptic Novel) by J.E. Keep, M. Keep

another as she clenched the
sheets beneath her, eyes shut tightly before finally she gasped, a
scream of ecstasy following it and reverberating off the walls. Her
head bounced back against the pillow and her body arched just so,
bringing her breasts to his chest and pressing against him so
tightly. That soft flesh, those hard nipples were held so firmly
against him as she rode out the intense wave of bliss.
    The flood of warm honey that coated his girth was exquisite, the
spasming grasp of her canal all the more. Clenching his own jaw he
arched his head back and pressed against her, refusing to let up as
the whole of his own broad frame quivered and shook from his own
enjoyment of her pleasure.
    With a grunt and a gasp he husked out, "I want to make you
feel that again and again."
    His words were so sweet to her, but she barely was able to make
out what they meant. All she knew was this man was someone good, and
she wanted to feel him fill her. As she relaxed back into the bed,
her body still felt the sparks of pleasure. She stared up at him,
"You can cum in me," she whispered, knowing the device
within her kept her body regulated, and pregnancy at bay.
    Through it, Grent’s motions had never ceased. He kept up
that pleasurable thrusting, never losing the tempo or precise strike.
Her words took him by surprise, and she could see it in those
almond-shaped eyes of his as they widened. "Y’sure?"
he asked in a gravelly voice, his dick responding to her with such
wild swelling throbs, the man reaching his hand from her back to her
hand, taking hold of it firmly.
    "I’m safe," she sighed out, her mouth finding his
once more. Her motions were a lot slower and less skilful, but lacked
none of the passion or desire that recently coursed through her. Her
muscles clenched against his swell, and her hand rested against his
lower back.
    The combination of her words, the sweet invitation, and the
delicious feel of her quim tightening around him, was all he needed.
Holding her hand tightly, he pressed himself upon her and gave her a
few more thrusts before he erupted with pleasure. The large man gave
such a brutish groan of satisfaction it broke the seal of their lips,
his face looking more intensely pleased than when her skilful tongue
siphoned his seed from him the night before.
    With each spasm of his cock his hips bucked, and he unloaded
himself into honey slick canal with long pulsing throbs. And through
it all on his husky voice he muttered her name clear and adoringly.
    His orgasm awakened her once more and her kissing across his chest
and neck was more frenzied and passionate, letting out soft sighs and
moans of pleasure as she felt him hit so deeply within her sensitive
cunny. When finally he came to rest, she was slick with their
combined sweat, and her face was flushed with excitement.
    Releasing her hand and breast as his loins stilled within hers at
long last, he scooped her sweaty, satisfied form up into his two
arms, nearly crushing her against his hard body as he embraced her.
It was tenderness, desire and something deeper, an emotion so strong
in the large man he just had to hold her tight and cup the back of
her head as he lifted her off the bed with his adoration.
    Long locks of strawberry blonde hair tickled along her neck and
face as he kissed her, not wanting to let her go for a long time.
    For some reason, she let him. Though usually she wanted very
little to do with someone after she’d gotten what she wanted,
she found she hadn’t yet. Not with him. Not from the orgasm,
not from the sex. It was a softening of sorts, a desire for the close
comfort of actual intimacy.
    Still, there was only so long the feisty girl could remain lodged
next to the hulking man and as her stomach rumbled, she pushed him
away with a disarming smile.
    Pleasantly he returned her look with his own, his broad face lit
up with a warm, loving smile. Twice her age and a life spent in the
harsh wastes of the old world hadn’t erased his