Restored to Love Read Online Free PDF Page A

glitter, and his chin bore a thick growth of beard. If that wasn’t enough to make a lasting impression on her, his outlandish appearance was crowned by the fact he was stark naked and carried a flint-tipped spear. His feet were bare and his skin a deep, even mahogany, grimed with dust and sweat. The scent of him was sharp, utterly masculine, strangely intoxicating.
    â€˜Who – who are you?’ Melinda forced the words through dry lips.
    He said nothing in reply, simply stared at her. Following her gaze, Melinda became aware that as she’d scrambled to a sitting position, her sun dress had rucked up round her hips. The stranger had a perfect view of her bare, wet sex.
    She knew she should have made the effort to close her legs, but she wanted him to look, to see the parts of her normally reserved only for the enjoyment of the man she’d married. Instinctively, she knew this silent stranger meant her no harm. The exact opposite, in fact. Suddenly, it all became clear. It might only be a superstitious legend, but tonight at least, the Lowdale Man walked, answering the call of the woman who had come to him in her desperate need to be made pregnant.
    He dropped the spear to the grass and crouched over her. Melinda glanced to her side, where Ryan slumbered in blissful ignorance of this bizarre turn of events, but her husband’s outline seemed fuzzy, indistinct, as though she was looking at him from a long way away. The lights of Lowdale village, down below her, had disappeared entirely. She shook her head, but her vision didn’t clear. It was almost as though she was floating somewhere outside of time, where the rules of the everyday world no longer applied.
    The stranger grinned, wrapping his fist round his erect cock. It reared up from a wild mass of dark curls, longer and thicker than anything Melinda had ever seen, even on the porno DVDs Ryan sometimes borrowed from the lads he worked with. She wasn’t at all sure she’d be able to take something of those almost supernatural dimensions, but she was more than willing to try. Every filthy fantasy she’d ever had about being fucked by a well-hung stranger while her husband watched flashed to the front of her mind. Except it seemed poor old Ryan was destined to sleep through the whole performance.
    Dropping a finger between her still-splayed thighs, Melinda touched her clit. The merest contact sent pleasure fizzing throughout her body, sparking the need for more. Looking up at the stranger, she frigged herself with wanton abandon, letting him see how horny she was, how ready to be fucked.
    Her show had the desired effect. He pushed her back onto the blanket, straddling her with his thickly muscled thighs. Grasping the neckline of her dress, he ripped the material as easily as if it were tissue, baring her to his gaze. Melinda had never felt so deliciously submissive. Her other-worldly lover could do whatever he wished to her, just as long as he filled her with that freakishly big dick of his.
    A thick, gnarled finger slipped into her pussy, followed in quick succession by two more. They pushed her ribbed, velvet walls apart, thrusting in and out as they prepared her for what was to come. She wished Ryan was awake and alert, able to witness her ecstatic expression as the stranger finger-fucked her while she fondled her own nipples. The little buds were hard as flint chips, begging to be licked, and as the man’s thumb nudged against the puckered entrance to her arse, Melinda raised her breast to her mouth and did just that. She’d never attempted anything quite so rude before, but tonight a wild excitement coursed through her veins, removing any inhibitions she might have had.
    Judging her to be open enough to receive him, her lover flipped Melinda over onto all fours, pulling the tattered remnants of her dress from her body. This was the position the beasts used when they rutted, the most appropriate for their coupling. The Lowdale