Rayne Nadeau

Redneck Pleasure

“Here” was all he sent; without a thought she was rushing to him. He was leaning on his truck peering down into all that his phone offered. She stopped for a moment to admire all that he was, before making her presence known. Upon noticing her, wearing less than she ever had in the presence of anyone else, he took her into his thin but forceful arms. He held her in a way that made her feel untouchable. He gave her a look that could turn the holiest of saints into Satan's right hand, he held her looking at her for what felt like a lifetime. In anticipation of his kiss she bit down on her soft lower lip until it split open. Just barely able to restrain herself. Finally after an eternity, his rough lips embraced hers with such strength it hurt as if he bit her, but she didn’t mind, his rough bruting passion transformed a church girl into a harlot. He slowly pulled away ready to go inside her….home, her home. She wanted him to throw her up against his truck and claim her body as his, but she pushed that thought out of her head as she bounced round quickly leading him into her room.