Little Mischievous Red Riding Hood

Chapter 9 (Confused Wench)

“I LOVE you,” Were the words that came out from her lover, her man at the moment after their full-blown s*x in broad daylight yesterday.

She was used to getting had in mid day, in fact, this was also the time she lost her innocence with the same man but what confused her was his words, ‘I love you’ that she often heard from the men she had lain with before, after him, it was nonsense to her, she didn’t believe it, but when it came out to his mouth, it hit different.

She felt it and she was terrified, for once in her life, she never felt this way. He loves her, regardless of her wanton nature and mischief before.

She already told him that after him, she had other encounters with men and she had fun, he just shrugged that off and told her. “I've been there before, young lass, that was not new to me, the important thing to me is I am your first and hopefully, going to be your last,”

That nonchalant demeanor and lousy confession of his feelings for her had made her more confused and kept her awake at night when they slept next to each other. She didn’t want to leave, she had no strength to do so and she was getting used to be taking care of by him.

He had full control of her, pulling the right string to drop everything and get laid with him without further provocation or pervasive intention, just pure and adulterated affection, making her weak if she didn’t get from him in a day.

He was her guide and she would never last a day without him next to her. And he was generous enough to give it to her every day, open-heartedly warming her as cold as ice personality, she was starting to depend on him, his heat, and his affection. His love is her addiction.

She moaned, writhing and grasping the coat under her, tilting her head upward and feeling the delicious tingling sensation, her rapid breathing and rioting pulse, she burst out, exclaiming, screaming his name in the air. She was being devoured again, kissing and owning her body by the man who was hovering atop her bottom, burying his face between her legs, she shivered, her knees went weak and her naked body turned sensitive to his caress.

She heard his manly laugh, his sexy bedroom voice. “I’m coming for you, lass,”

Later than minutes, they were connected, their hearts singing in unison as they joined in another erotic rut, her body started learning to accommodate his needs which accommodating hers too, accustomed to satiate their bodies, knowing when or how he would make her tick, she gave him more access, more space to explore and made more marks. He knew how to make her scream and beg for more.

After exchanging kisses and tedious copulation, she nestled inside his loving arms, resting her body that was well-done and over by her lover. The longest s****l partner she had spent with.

And they had been doing this for three long weeks straight. She realized that she had been giving him the rights to her body, he knew her more than she knew herself.

He let out a sigh after a few minutes of silence between then pulled her snuggly, letting her feel his breath over her head as he spoke. “Have you bled this month?”

Her sleepy state was delayed by a tug. Waiting patiently for her answer. “Yes, before we went on this travel together,”

“How many days?”

“Why is it important to you? Three days,” she was a little curious about his confrontational tone hinting at anger.

He didn’t reply, held his word for a second before he said. “I thought I impregnated you on our first s*x, it didn’t matter to me who comes next, the important is I’m your first,”

“What’s the deal of ‘who comes first and who would stay last’ with you?”

“Because I had loved you first, took your maidenhead, and determined to tie you up on my belt for good, missy, no one else should come or even get next to you other than me or else, I would kill him, that’s a promise,”

She met his accusing eyes and she recoiled, feeling the heat spreading all over her face. They remained silent, still cuddled up before he spoke softly. “I had never done this before, never felt this thing so bad, it kills me to think someone sullied you with their soil. I am serious, lass, heed me, no one will sire you brood other than me, only me,”

She felt the intensity of every word he spoke, professing his determination and austerity. And it caught her off guard.

“Listen, I’m just…scared to lose you, lass, I would go mad if you left me, I would hunt you down, probably kill the man who would try to steal you from me, I am deeply and with honest heart, love you,”

She was too stunned for word that she just ran her finger on his bottom lip, he caught it with his lips and sucked it, while his heated gaze lingered on hers. She bit her lip and he answered it with equally fervor. After that breathtaking kiss, she leaned on his chest, he buried his face between her neck and shoulder, sniffing her again, and nestled on her golden hair, splayed over.

“Just stay with me, lass, I don’t care if you bear me brood or not, just stay with me,” she heard him whisper.

“François,”

“Stay with me, Red,”

He suddenly became silent, so she checked him and heard a light and low snore. She smiled and unwittingly spoke the words. “I love you,”

Then she realized what she just said, shocked to fathom her feelings for so long. “I love you, François,” she repeated with tears trickling down her face.

It becoming to her now that she was also madly in love with the first man she slept with and bedded for three weeks, and the one who still warming her bed.

She drew a sigh and an unadulterated smile cracked on her face. “I will stay here forever, François, mark my word, you are going to get tired of me and my insatiable whim,”

“I am not,” he suddenly spoke.

Which made her gasp and look at his face. He lifted his head, brought a knowing smile and placed a featherlight kiss on her cheek, dipping his long, straight nose to hers and whispering. “I know you love me too, Red, I feel it, every time I’m inside you,”

That sent a delicious shiver on her body. Realizing he was still inside her and slightly moved. A thing he always does during and after their lovemaking, staying buried inside her depth. Her moan was the natural reaction to his erotic movement inside.

Then she felt him throbbing again, he adjusted, grunted and started a light tug, a light push forward and a slight pull backward, in a repeated motion until their bodies started rocking again and the pace went wild, her backbone and pelvis were arching, rejoicing for his every return.

She never knew she could feel this kind of energy, the same aura that she exuded when she first, with the very same man. Looking up to the sky and yielding to his dominance, abandoning her wits, she screamed, in her most raspy and sultry voice.

“François, François!” she exclaimed repeatedly.

He answered with a growl and a deep thrust, burying his long shaft in her depth and both exploded, sending them both to heaven’s gate.

“Marry me, Red,” he proposed after he managed to catch his breath.

“François, I am not—”

“I don’t care just marry me,” he reiterated before crushing her mouth with his. “Let's build a nursery, let's live together, Red. Marry me,”

Her teary eyes were not her best suit but she couldn’t help it, she nodded and kissed him. “Yes, François, yes, I will marry you,”

“Let’s travel down to my town and get registered, I will make sure you will never be short of affection Red, I will shower you every day with my generous love and,” then bucked her again with his shaft. “Never short of this,” and chuckled.

“I want your baby, François, I want it bad,”

He looked at her and then kissed her cheeks, both sides before her forehead. “You are probably carrying my babe, love,”

Confused, she felt his wide and callous hand on her flat naked abdomen and spoke. “I’m planning of having six children with you, Red,”