Karim al-Zib - Wild in the country book one

"How'd you get here, Clete?" she said, placing the dish and bottle in the sink. "Hope you don't mind my drinking a beer. I haven't felt right since…" She dropped her eyes and tried not to cry.

"O-One now and then won't hurt you," he said with thickened tongue.

"Are you hungry? Can I get you some lunch… or breakfast?"

He stared at the tempting white columns of her teenage legs, their full roundness of thigh, the satin-like, tapering shapeliness of their youth as they swept downward curvaceously into slender ankles. She was barefooted, her toes glinting with pearlish nail-polish. His red-rimmed eyes razed back upward over her, hungrily dwelling on the curved arch of her ovalled young buttocks inside their skin-tight, contrasting hot pants, and the way they nuzzled tightly into the crotch below her flat teenage belly. The big black man swallowed dryly, his eyes gaping at the naked smooth flesh whitely separating the two black garments, and again as they raised to the lushness of her thrusting, girlish breasts, their tiny pebble-like nipples embossed against the flimsy material hiding them from him.

"Can… can I get you something, Clete?" Nancy repeated, her voice momentarily catching.

Clete licked at his lips, then grinned at her. "You can open this beer, baby," he said, and then when she came close enough, he reached out to encircle his powerful arm around her slender waist.

A little gasp of surprise escaped Nancy as he effortlessly snuggled her against him, his coarse, black chest hair and unshaven face roughly grazing the soft flesh of her left arm, while his big hand spread hotly across her naked midriff. "You're a sweet little girl, baby," he hissed, "and it's time you and I started being like grown-up lovers."

"Oh, Clete," she heard herself say, hardly aware that she was even speaking. The feel of his male closeness and his hot, rough hand on her sensitive exposed skin flashing an unexpected sensation to her brain. "Better let me go if you want this beer opened…"

"To hell with that!" he choked, taking it from her and setting it on the table. "I don't need it as much as I need you, Nancy! Yeah, I need you bad right now, Nancy doll… and you know what I mean, don't you? You've had it… Lobo, I mean, that Goddamned dog! I… I won't hurt you as much as he did, baby! I swear it… I won't hurt you at all!"

Nancy sensed every muscle in her tender young body grow tense! It… it had finally happened… the moment she'd known would come! They were betrothed, after all, and she had wanted the perfect wedding, with her virginity proclaimed by her white bridal gown.

"Pl-Please, Clete… let me open your beer…?"

"Piss on the beer, girl!" he vulgarly replied, holding tightly to her as he stumbled onto his feet, then swept her up bodily inside his strong arms. Her naked legs shifted futilely when he clutched one rounded young breast inside the palm and grasping fingers of his huge hand, the other wrapping around the smooth flesh of her thigh until one long, thick finger brushed at the outlined little slit her snug hot-pants emphasized between her legs. "After two years, I deserve more than that, Nancy… a lot more than that!" He started to walk with her, moving through the house toward his bedroom, she wildly realized, as she squirmed weakly inside the tight grip of his powerful arms and hands. "It ain't as if you've never been fucked before, girl!" he drunkenly blurted, his voice anything but harsh. "I ain't going to hurt you, baby, you know I wouldn't do that! I'm your husband to be."

"Oh God no… Clete… please. What about our white wedding?" Nancy begged, his use of the four-letter work sensually knifing up between her legs with a strange fiery excitement. She had never heard it used before with such definite meaning… in fact, she wasn't certain she'd ever heard it actually spoken! "Please… please don't… think of our future!"

Clete threw her onto his bed and glared drunkenly down at her. "These sheets are white enough for our wedding?" he snarled. "Goddamn, Nancy girl, I need you! Clete needs you right now! I'm not going to hurt you, I said! You got to trust me – and I promise, I'll make it good for you… real good! You got to trust me, baby! You understand, don't you?"

"Oh… oh, Clete… I'm afraid! We shouldn't… you know we shouldn't!" Nancy gasped, an uncontrollable tremor of excitement shaking her voice as she began to cry, tears dampening her teenage cheeks.

Clete dropped down beside her, hungrily clutching her youthful curves tightly against him. He smothered her with his massive body, kissing her face and throat while he raked his huge hands over her, lustfully discovering the firm young curves of her ripe, teenage body as she began to whimper and moan beneath him. "Christ!" he swore, as suddenly she groaned aloud and seemed to melt up against him, her small hands clutching at his back, her tiny, sweet-tasting tongue darting into his mouth!

His own coarsely groaning sounds filled the room as, hungrily, he sucked at her tongue while his fumbling big hands began to pull at the house dress covering her.

"No, don't tear it!" Nancy managed, withdrawing her tongue and pressing her hands against his chest. "I-If you're really going to do it to me… let me take it off! I don't want Uncle George to ask what happened to it."

"Jesus Christ!" Clete choked, finally rolling off of her, the fearful little smile she was offering him about to drive him ape! Then, when she was free to get up, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips first, abruptly hopping from the bed like an imp, but a more ravishing imp than he'd always thought of her as being. "Listen, my little girl… I'll buy all the Goddamned dresses, or anything else you can come up with! You hear me, baby? You do this for your Clete, empty his balls good, and he'll take care of you! Anything you want, just ask… that's all…!"

Nancy stood beside the bed looking down at him, the excited, frightened smile on her pretty young face unrestrainedly founded on the wildly growing sexual sensations permeating her whole trembling young body. It had to be the beer, she realized, that on top of the sensual awakening that the dog, Lobo, had unleashed within her! She wanted to know, had to know, and yes, she owed him something. She owed him this, she sinfully acquiesced, reaching up behind her back to remove her bra.

"You better take those clothes off now," she whisperingly suggested, as she slowly removed the bra to expose her young, full breasts to him. "You might not get another chance before the wedding, and then, you'll miss the boat."

"Christ… I'll be a… Goddamn!" Clete mumbled, his eyes fixed on the tantalizingly revealed charms of his young fiancee as she slowly, deliberately, he drunkenly reasoned, slipped out of the bra, the full, rounded mounds of her thrusting young breasts presented nakedly to him. He struggled from the bed, never taking his eyes away from her as he pulled at his clothing! He still couldn't believe it, that he was getting her to strip down naked without a screaming struggle. And all the time, she'd been right there for the taking!

Fuck, he was going to flip, all right, he concluded as he watched her wriggle out of her flimsy underwear, tiny nylon panties, his blurred-eyes struggling to focus on the voluptuous curves of her naked teenage body, plus the anxious little smile she was unintentionally taunting him with.

"Well come on, Clete!" Nancy tremulously urged, squirming her nakedness down onto the bed and refusing to acknowledge any of the condemning thoughts that were trying to reach her now desire-inflamed mind. She wanted to know, had to know if it could be the same! Feverish ripples of lewdly rising desire tormented her. She stretched out nakedly on the bed to stare at him shedding his clothes, focusing her young eyes on the final unveiling of his hair-covered loins and gasping hesitantly at the sight!