Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood (Adult fairy tale erotica) (7 page)

He lifted
her to her feet, shoving her back against the tree, and pressed his body
against her. She felt his erection against her skirt.

“Listen to
me carefully, Red. I will not let anyone decide our love for each other. You
are mine.”

She pressed
her hands on his firm chest and fervently unbuttoned his shirt.

He jerked
her hands away. “Say it.”

Ignoring
him, she tried to return her hands to his chest, but he fought her off. “
Say it
.”

“I am
yours,” she finally said, looking into his blue eyes.

He fixed a
kiss to her lips, grabbing her breasts. His clever mouth made her legs weak.
His hands fulfilled the aching needs that welled at her chest. Squirming for
his touch between her legs, she clenched her pussy.

He broke
from the kiss, whispering through heavy breath, “Tonight you will prove it to
me. You will be my bride.”

Amy wasn’t
sure she heard him right.

“The next
time anyone in the village sees you,” he continued, “you will be a married
woman. My woman.”

She caught
her breath. Her head was dizzy. Should she agree to wed him? The rest of her
life could change after this decision.

He claimed
her breast in his mouth. Amy sighed. So good was the hot, wet tongue at her
nipple. She moaned. Of course, she would marry him, she wanted to say. There was
no one else she wanted to love the rest of her life. But she had to think about
it, right? She couldn’t just say “yes” now. Not at a time like this, when her
body controlled every decision she made. What if she changed her mind,
afterward? She thought it best to wait before telling him of her decision.

She opened
his shirt. Her palms pushed flat against his lean, naked abdomen. So strong. So
solid. Arching her back to give him more access to her other nipple, she closed
her eyes and savored the sweetness of having a man’s tongue – no –
it was more than that. Agreeing to be his bride meant her fiancé’s tongue was upon
her breast.

My fiancé
. The two words so rare, a woman could
speak them only a brief moment in her lifetime. And now those words were hers.
My fiancé
. And that wasn’t all. Today
she was going to lose her virginity. This moment. Now. Lost forever. Good
riddance.

As his
tongue lavished her nipple, he lifted her skirt and shoved a hand down her
bloomers. Those fingers found her clit, massaged it, and sent tremors through
her body.

She wrapped
her arms around him, squeezing his head closer to her breast. There was a time
she thought she wanted her first experience to be delicate. Her first time was
to be a special, sacred moment. Eyes locked together as hips moved in a slow
rhythm, and everything would last for hours. Now she wanted to be taken. Hard.
Fast. Was that wrong? That’s not how her first time should be, was it?

His long,
hot tongue swirled wet circles around the tips of her breasts. She gasped. His determined
licks set her soaring.

She rested
her hands on his bulging biceps. Giant. Solid. “What big arms you have.”

“All the
better to hold you with,” he snarled.

He spun her
around and pressed her chest against the tree. She felt his warm body behind
her, grinding against her, while the rough tree bark scraped her belly and pinched
her nipples. On the back of her neck, the sensation of teeth etching into her
skin made her shiver. As though he were marking her as his own. Those teeth
incised a line up the nape of her neck, then nipped her ear, treating her
earlobe like a mouse in a cat’s jaws.

She moaned.
“What big teeth you have.”

“All the
better to eat you with.”

Memories of
his head between her legs made her clench her pussy. She lay her cheek flat
against the tree, her palms on the scratchy bark. He tugged down her bloomers.
She was bare to the late afternoon air. His fingers toyed with her, reaching
down between the cleft of her buttocks and between her legs. She felt them
wiggle and jab at her folds as she dripped helplessly upon his fingertips. Then
she gasped at the painful piercing into her core by an immense, thick finger.
Huge!

“What a big
finger you have.”

He
chuckled. “That’s not my finger.” His cock plunged into her deeply, filling her
past what she thought she was capable of holding. Her pussy clamped down,
absorbing the jolts of pleasure and agony. She kept her eyes closed and bit her
lip through the pain.

This was
it. The end of her virginity. How did he know she wanted it this way?

As though
reading her thoughts, he nibbled at her ear and whispered, “I know you well
enough to know you’d say something if you didn’t like it.”

He reined
her arms behind her. Amy gasped when he recommenced his pounding into her. She
understood why she wanted it this way. Being ravished by Sean showed her just
how much he desired her. She had to be taken this way. Rough and fierce.

His hand
reached down the front of her waist and stroked her hardened clit. Lights
popped behind her eyelids. She shuddered. Her legs felt limp. Her pussy
tightened and body trembled. Another moan passed her lips. She responded by
bucking back into him. Sliding along that long, thick rod of his.

Sean had
his body pressed up hard against hers, mashing her into the tree. Hot chills
built up within her body. Sean was inside of her. Her fiancé was inside of her.
Their forbidden love expressed in its most powerful way. Sean’s fingers whisked
at her cleft. She felt close to climax. Just a little more.

But he
stopped his delicious thrusts. Stopped his loving fingers. “Not until you agree
to wed me this day.”

She
struggled to ride his cock and rub her clit against his hand. He wouldn’t allow
it.

His voice
grew louder. “Do you agree?” His cock stayed motionless, buried all the way
inside of her.

Amy’s core
throbbed, aching for release. “Sean, please.”

“Will you
marry me?”

My fiancé. Sean will be all mine.
Oh, how she needed him to batter her
further and propel her into full ecstasy. “Yes!”

He released
her hands, grabbed her by the waist, and hammered into her. She balled her
hands up into fists and pounded on the tree. The bark chafed her nipples,
flashing sensations of lightning and fire across her skin. Sean’s cock struck
into her channel, hard and deep, his waist slapping against her fleshy rump.

Waves
thrashed within her, her muscles clenched. She screamed out, a long and joyful
wail.

He cried
out and she felt him spurt inside her. She tightened around his cock and pulsed
as her mind and body shattered to a million pieces.

In silent moments,
the birds hung speechless. The wind was mute.

Amy panted
from the exertion. Her thoughts glided down from their peak and she opened her
eyes. Sean slipped out of her but still he kept her propped up against the
tree. She could feel his warm body press against hers with every breath he
took.

He clutched
her hands and whispered. “Let’s find you something of Carmen’s that you can
wear.”

***

Amy felt no
guilt taking Carmen’s best dress for her wedding. She slipped it on. The red,
satin fabric hung a little loose at the bust, but it showed off her curves
well. Her aunt remained passed out on the bed.

“How do I
look?” She spread her arms wide and twirled for Sean.

“Like the
most beautiful future I could ever hope for.”

Amy sprinted
to him and leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around him. He held her
laughing, and then swung her legs around to hold her sideways against his chest.
She placed her arms around his neck.

“I’m
carrying you to the chapel.” He gave her a kiss.
 

She
returned his kiss, relishing the velvety taste, then rested her head against
his chest. Her fiancé’s chest. He carried her out the door into the woods.

The sun’s
last rays of the day smiled through the trees and nuzzled its warm blessing
against her shoulders. Birds chirped a love song of promise. A breeze blew softly.
The trees bowed their branches in respect.

Amy
realized there was only one moment in a woman’s life more magnificent than
being able to say “My fiancé.” It was that moment when she would no longer be
able to say those words. Under the bower of the forest chapel at marriage’s
first kiss.

~~~

About the Author

Liz Adams lives in the San
Francisco Bay Area, CA.
Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood
is her first published
short story of adult fairy tale erotica. Liz studied music and creative writing
at UCLA and worked as a freelance model before making writing her career. In
her spare time she cuddles with her husband on the couch to watch her favorite
shows.

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Having returned from university for
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childhood crush Jack, the buff and handsome gardener. But as inexperienced as
she is with the fine art of sexuality, and having never been able to achieve
the big O, will she ever be good enough to satisfy Jack?

A fall deep down a well takes her to
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how to please a man and how to achieve orgasm. She shares her sexual
discoveries with a young man named “Rabbit” who likes to explore, a group of
strong villagers, a “Caterpillar” who has more hands than Alice can handle, a
Mad Hatter who finds Alice’s exquisite weakness, and a whole host of talented
characters.

All lead to the Queen and her majesty’s
dark secret. Will Alice’s sexual discovery be just the thing to snag her
desired man Jack? And will her erotic fairy tale help her discover the key to
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What readers are saying…

“Liz Adams’
Alice’s
Sexual Discovery
is an exciting new erotic twist on the old fairytale. As
you follow Alice through her journey, you will find yourself slipping into her
delectable fantasies. The descriptions involve all of your senses, letting you
feel each teasing touch, taste every musky man, and smell the steam of sex.
Just when you think Alice is done teasing you, a new scenario pops up that will
leave you craving more. I highly recommend that you take a journey and lose
yourself in the passionate wonderland you never knew existed...until now.” -
Rebecca Hoffman,
editor with
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“I have to confess I always thought Alice in
Wonderland was a bit stupid. It didn’t quite captivate me and I figured my
imagination just wasn’t that obscure. The same however can’t be said for Liz
Adam’s wonderfully creative erotic rewrite. Right from the moment Alice falls
down the hole we realize this is a very different – yet similar –
Wonderland. It helps to have read the original because it’s just wonderful to
see how Adam’s has re-imagined the characters and events. A rabbit? Sure, but
it’s the name of a deliciously cute naked man. Off with their heads?
Absolutely...but not the heads the original queen was after. Overall? This is
deliciously wicked. Have a man or a vibrator with you when you read it.” -
Simone Sinna, erotic-romance suspense author of
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Exposé:
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“I loved this book. I read it almost all in one go.
The story pulls you in and won’t let you leave, very much like Alice’s
experience between the pages. Every scene is deliciously sensual as you follow
Alice on an adventure to find what’s eluding her. Even when some of the
encounters are as strange as events in the original, they are so naughty and
outrageous you can’t help but be turned on by them. Liz Adams has created a
fantastical world where anything can happen and her characters are so vividly
drawn you really feel as though you are in the story. She keeps you on a knife
edge right to the very end, just like Alice. Liz is a brilliant storyteller and
her words flow effortlessly across the page. I promise you, you won’t be able
to put it down.” ~ Lexie Bay, author of
Inside Looking Out
:
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