Erotic One Shots

Number 7 - Meet me at the cottage

Running faster and faster, the trees whizzed past. Hearing foot steps gaining on me as they grew louder as adrenalin filled my veins. I pumped my arms harder willing myself faster, the cottage was getting closer. Raising my arm, I stretched it forward to reach the handle as my heart sounded in my ears. Touching the handle, I ripped it towards myself before a weight crashed into my back as the door slammed back closed.

My chest was pinned to the door as excitement ran through my body. I felt a thick throbbing erection press into the crevice of my ass as a tight muscled chest pushed hard against my back. One large hand slipped to my waist while another rested on my shoulder before grazing down my arm settling on my hand which was still attached to the door handle. Tingles shot through my body at the touch and promise of more.

A haggard warm breath fanned at my neck, “were you running from me Brin?” The hand which now held on to my wrist tightened, while the hand on my waist travelled downward.

“Patrick”, his name came out in a moan. “We can’t do this anymore”, I whispered.

A low chuckle sounded in my ear. His hand glided under my dress stroking my panty’s. Heat started radiating off my body as he pushed me harder against the door. Every curve of his body on my own as he slowly ground his erection into my ass. “We can’t do what anymore?” He was taunting me and the friction from his thrusts set my body a fire. Slipping a finger under my panty’s stroking the lips of my centre I cried out at the pleasure. Need was growing stronger in my body, I could feel wetness collecting between my legs as he continued to softly stroke my core while releasing his tongue on my neck.

Another moan escaped me, this one a little louder. I had come here to stop this, but I was weak. I could feel him smile into my neck before spinning and slamming my back to the door taking a step back himself. God his muscles were tensed as a proud c**k pushed at his pants begging for escape. His dark eyes peered into my own as they slowly closed, only shutting as his mouth reached my own. His tongue pried my teeth apart demanding dominance and attention as it devoured my own. He bit at my lips as he roughly deepened the kiss, saliva trailing down my chin.

A knee rode up between my legs pressuring my core, as my hands wove into his short black hair griping him tightly. Pulling back, he made unwavering eye contact, “We can’t do what anymore Brin?” After a lengthy pause a smile flashed on his face as one of his hand pinched at my n****e through my thin dress. It pearled immediately on contact leaving a shiver to run through my body. With a condescending tone, “are you getting cold Brin? we can’t have that”. I felt my whole body stiffen as he lifted me with ease, throwing me over his shoulder.

His hand glided under my dress as he groped my ass. My whole body jostled as he walked forward into the cottage, I had been in here too many times to count. The wind left my body as I was thrown roughly on to the bed. Laying on my back, I tried to catch my breath as Patrick crawled onto mattress, hovering just above my body. His dark gaze met my own as a gentle expression settled on his face.

We needed to end this, I needed to end this, I was getting married. I was drawn to Patrick, I couldn’t think about anyone but him. A finger traced down the side of my face before his hand rested on my cheek rubbing it lovingly. “What’s wrong Brin? Talk to me.” Biting my lips, I hesitated. Closing my eyes, I needed to compose myself, which was impossible with his gaze spearing into my own.

Lips coated with desperation met my own. His tongue entered my mouth swirling and tasting begging me to reciprocate. I shouldn’t have, let this drag on for so long, he was ingrained so deep in me, it felt impossible. I pulled out of the kiss, before gently pushing his chest which moved with no resistance on to the mattress next to me. I rolled to the edge, as I stood. Patrick reached out gripping my arm. I could feel my eyes starting to fill with tears, I turned to look Patrick in the eyes and his iron grip on my arm was yet to be release. “Please don’t go Brin, be mine, I will take care of you, I promise”.

“I… I… I’m sorry,… I can’t do this Patrick.” A single traitorous tear slid down my cheek. Releasing his grip on my arm Patrick reached up to wipe the tear, but I stepped back. I took another, then another, before I knew it, I was racing back through the woods towards where I had parked my car. Pain ripped at my chest.

More tears streamed down my face as the pain in my chest only intensified. Love I realized, I loved him, I loved Patrick and I would never see him again. Reaching my car, my chest heaved up and down trying to suck in as much air as possible. I entered the car to find my phone ringing, I had left it on the seat. Bringing it to my ear I answered, …“hi daddy”.

“Where the f**k have you been, we have your marriage meeting in 2 hours. This is not just about you, this is about our family, my company.” I inwardly scoffed, his company.

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time, I am on my way”. I started the car, it would take 10 minutes to get home, so I had 10 minutes to compose myself. My father never used to be like this, but after mother died he became cold. He used to be protective of me, saying I could only marry for love. Now he was selling me like a prized pig. He used to be gentle with me, now he would lay his hands on me, punish me.

Arriving at our estate I saw him burst through the front doors. Stepping out of my car I involuntarily cowered as his hand circled my arm yanking me inside. Almost throwing me inside my room with a jerk of his hand, my knees hit the floor with a thud. The door slammed behind me as he left without a word. A lady who was probably waiting to do my makeup helped me from the floor, “are you okay?”

I couldn’t answer her without letting a flood of emotion, so I nodded before pulling from her gentle hold heading to the shower. Within an hour and twenty minutes I was ready, showered, hair, makeup, dress, jewellery, everything. I headed down to the foyer where I had no doubt my father was waiting to take me for sale. Run away, I should have run with Patrick. No, I couldn’t, mum would be so disappointed in me for even thinking about it.

We walked together in silence to the car. Within twenty minutes we had reached another estate, one far bigger than our own. As we exited the car a young man only a few years older than myself waited for us. “Welcome, it’s a pleasure to meet you both, I know we have spoken much over the phone, Mr Bartlott”. I couldn’t even listen as they exchanged pleasantries, I couldn’t think of anything except the desperation in Patrick kiss, the look in his eyes when he begged me to stay.

With a little shove which held more power then necessary, I was forced forward. Realising at that moment we were being taken in the mansion. The man guiding us excused himself for a minute. I looked at my father, surely he still loved me. Deep down wanted me to be happy. It was my last chance, I had to try.

“Daddy please. Don’t make me do this.” I didn’t cry, my voice didn’t crack, I would be strong, I needed to be. My father’s eyes glared at me with such malice that I took a step back, he strode forward catching my wrist. A small whimper left my lips at the strength of his grip increased. “I can’t do this, I won’t do this, mother would never have allowed this.”

“You selfish little wench”, he spat the words at me while griping my wrist tighter still. His voice grew louder, I had no doubt anyone outside the room would have heard him, but we were alone. Nobody would help me, I had to help myself.

“NO”, I yelled with force as I ripped my wrist from his hold clutching it to my chest from the pain still pulsing through it. “I’m not a tool for you to use, I’m your daughter and I have someone I love. I won’t go through with this marriage. I don’t care if we lose everything.” I backed up further towards the door as rage filled my father’s features. His teeth became visible as they gnashed together, causing his jaw to visibly tighten. Turning the door handle behind me I almost fall out of the room, I kept backing up faster as he approached me.

Quickly spinning with fear urging me forward I smack into a hard surface. I winced in pain as I look down at my wrist which I was still holding in my free hand. Looking up I saw the man who I had led us to that room, I jumped back before manoeuvring around his body towards where we had entered. I picked up the pace almost running out of the building.

Rounding the last corner, I was nearly out. My heart stopped just as my body did, Patrick stood in the doorway, blocking my exit. “P..Pat..rick,” I managed to get out. He turned having just walked in closing the door.

Why was he here? “BRIN”, I heard my father’s roar from behind me, Patrick eyes locked with my own, but he didn’t seem shocked to see me. His eyes darted behind me as they widened before his gaze drifted to my wrist. I clutched it tightly to my chest which had a pain of its own as it thumped hard for the man in front of me and from fear of my father behind. I could hear the thud of each step my father took towards me. I couldn’t go forwards, and I couldn’t go backward.

I turned to look at my father who was almost at my position, just before he reached me, I felt a strong grip surround my body as I flew backwards into Patrick’s chest. I didn’t want to get Patrick involved in this, I didn’t even know why he was here, but I couldn’t help but cower into his body which was protectively wrapping around my own. He was warmth, he was safety.

I looked forward at my father who stopped in his tracks taking in the scene in front of him. “Leave, she stays here from now on. Have her things sent over.” Patrick’s tone was unwavering and uncompromising as his grip on me increased. My father’s eyes narrowed darkly as he watched me. Guiding our bodies forward Patrick walked us past my father who to my surprise didn’t even utter a single word.

Patrick led me to a bedroom before I pulled from his grip asking, “what the f**k is going on here Patrick?” I looked into his eyes which appeared to be riddled with guilt. I felt like I knew before he said anything, he had been testing me. My father didn’t say a word, Patrick had to be the key to him getting his company back. I gripped my wrist tightly to my chest, my eyes started leaking at the realization.

“Brin, I…”

I cut his words off before he could explain his inevitable excuse. “How could you? Was this just a game to you, this is my life you screwing with.”

“I just wanted to know what was more important to you me or the money.” Patrick moved forwards, taking my sore wrist into his hand gently, “I’m so sorry. If I knew he… I wouldn’t have…” Shaking his head he started again. “Whether you chose me or not, I was still going to take you, I love you.”

“What?” My heart started beating out of my chest.

“Brin, I love you.” I didn’t know what to say, my head was running wild trying to understand the whole situation. “Regardless of if you feel the same way, you can stay here, or I can help you settle somewhere without your father. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he...”

Before he could get out his words out, I hesitantly closed the small distance between us leaning my head on his chest. To my surprise I could feel the thump of his heartbeat, which was now louder and faster than my own. He was scared, but I could never leave him. I loved him more than I wanted to admit. “I love you.”

A smile pulled at my lips as I felt his heart beat increase tenfold. His hand moved under my chin lifting my face. Lips locking with my own, the desperation from this morning had turned to hunger. His tongue swept in and out of my mouth tasting every inch of me. His hands moved under my ass lifting me to his waist as my legs locked tightly around him. “We should go get that arm looked at.” His voice was laced with concern as he headed towards the door.

“Not a chance, we can do that after”, turning around back towards the bed a smirk appeared on his face.

“you didn’t let me finish this morning Briny, I even begged you. What do you have to say for yourself?” His voice was full of amusement as he placed me lightly on the end of the bed. With a hand in the centre of my chest he gently forced me back on the bed. Kneeling between my legs which were just off the ground he took an ankle in each hand. Sliding lightly up the length of the outer side of my legs he reached under my dress. My heartbeat increased as his fingers met the edges of my cotton panty’s hugging tightly to my hips. Softly they were shuffled down my legs before I saw them shoot across the room, with I’d say no hope of recovery.

Wet kisses starting at my ankle trailed slowly up my leg causing my body to tense as need in my body rose to an incredible height. “Please, Patrick”. A chuckle sounded against the entrance of my centre vibrating and fanning warm breathes of air against it. His tongue licked from the base to the top of my lips hitting my c**t as my body jerked upwards in reaction. My legs were firmly lifted from the floor and over Patrick’s shoulders as he leant in towards my throbbing core.

Fingers pulled my lips apart as once again his tongue ran the length of my folds before centring on my c**t. Delicately he flicked it. I exhaled a deep shaky breath at the end of which he started sucking with force. A moan left my throat as a finger entered my body thrusting at a slow speed. I felt his second hand slid up my leg, grazing my stomach. Slipping under my bra and resting over my breast his hand had found its destination. Pressure started building in my lower abdomen as I cried out when my n****e was gripped and gently rolled between two fingers.

The lashing of my c**t continued as he pushed in a second finger while speeding up his thrusts. My moans were so loud I covered my mouth to muffle the sounds. I tried to resist against the growing pressure. “mmmmmm”, his voice teased me. The sound came out so deep as the vibrations of the noise against my c**t sent me over the edge, as my legs snapped shut. Bringing his hands to my thighs, he easily pried my legs apart standing from the floor to fall on to the bed over me, crawling up my body and some.

Kneeling he reached under my arms easily dragging me up the bed to place my head on the soft pillows. “Did you enjoy that Brin, I hope you’re ready for more”. My cheeks flushed, as my body hummed with the pleasure already consuming me. Anticipation grew knowing what he would do next. “Look at you Brin, you’re dripping wet for me.” A single finger dipped into my heat, retracting the now glistening finger. He brought it to his mouth while not breaking eye contact as he sucked it clean. My dress was hiked up above my breasts, Patrick had flipped my bra up, holding the dress in place. He was back on his knees staring down at my body with his thumb rubbing circles into my c**t. Retracting his hands, they both moved to his waist unfastening his jeans. My excitement grew uncontrollable as I could hear the jingle of his belt, see the unfastening of button and downing of his zipper.

His erection sprung free of his pants, which were pulled only slightly down his thighs. “Sorry Brin, I can’t do gentle this time, I’m so hard for you. I can’t wait another minute.” Before I could manage a response, strong hands gripped my thighs spreading them wide apart again. Using one of his hands to slowly pump his c**k before guiding it straight to my entrance. His body forcefully pushed between my legs.

I could feel the beat of my heart in my head as Patrick leaned forward pressing a kiss to my mouth. His tongue dominated my own, pulling back Patrick whispered, “don’t forget to scream for me Brin”. I tried to respond, but his lips once again came down on my own as his erection speared deep into my core. My body moaned in response, captured immediately by his mouth which refused to let go of my own. I struggled for breath as he repetitively slammed into my p***y over and over.

Finally releasing me from the kiss, my chest heaved trying to suck air into my lungs. My legs were instantly lifted high as deeper thrusts continued to slam my body. “Harder Patrick”, I managed to squeeze out. His eyes caught my own as a smile flash across his face.

“Flip”, Patricks voice was commanding as he griped my legs in the same moment, roughly propelling my body to turn 180 degrees. My stomach slammed into the mattress before rough hands dug into my hips pulling my body to my knees. Trying to catch my breath, I panted hard at the readjustment of my body.

In that instant the hands still gripped on to my hips ripped my body backward into his thrust. A scream escaped me as Patrick’s erection penetrated deeper still. Without moving from his position deep inside my body, his chest collided with my back gently. Breaths licked at the nape of my neck, as Patrick whispered, “Did you just scream for me Brin, next I’m going to make you cry.” A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he rose back to his knees leaving a kiss on the back of my neck causing goose bumps to break across my skin.

“Please”, is all I could manage. Embarrassment heated my cheeks at my begging whine of a voice. Ever so slowly Patrick started retracting his piece from within me, while a whimper left me. My walls clenched down hard on his erection trying to stop him from leaving. A groan escaped him as my p***y clamped tighter still.

“f**k Brin.” Immediately following my hips were ripped back once again meeting his thrust. This time he didn’t stop. Repeatedly he rammed harder and harder, his balls slapped at me with each penetration.

The feeling was so overwhelming, it felt good, it hurt, it.. it.. “ahh. Can’t.. Patrick… I can’t take it.” Tears escaped my eyes at the pleasure, the pain the sensation. A hand moved from my hips to the centre of my back pressing me down into the mattress ensuring no escape.

“Behave Brin”, he growled as his paced increased. “I need you so bad.” My heart melted as my core pulsated tightening hard as he plunged in over and over. The heat and pulsing grew more intense as it overwhelmed my body. White lights shot through my vision as a moan of satisfaction yet complete depletion rang from my lips. Two thrusts later saw Patrick roaring out as his warm c*m shot inside my p***y coating my walls. I couldn’t help but whimper as his c**k slowly pulled out. Collapsing on the bed by my side, arms wove around me pulling me into his hard chest. A kiss was placed on my forehead. “I love you Brin”, his mischievous eyes met my own.

“I love you”, my words came out shaky and haggardly. Instantly I felt the length of him hardening into my leg.

His hand ran up my body settling on my face. He brought his lips to mine, firmly pressing me down into the mattress. “I want to make mine.”

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