deeply, breathing harshly. She hugged him with her inner walls and rolled her head. “Thomas…Thomas.”
He grasped her legs, pulled them up, wrapping them about his body.
“Here, here…” Urgency rumbled in his tone.
She let her limbs rise up as high as they would go. His cock drove deeper, touching the mouth of her womb. He took her wrists and pulled her arms over her head, pinning her hands to the ground.
Then he began fucking her again.
So ardently. So savagely. So…so…
He shifted their bodies, his thrusts coming at a different angle. Piercing delight.
She heard herself shrieking. He put his mouth to hers. His sweat washed onto her. Their bodies slid in slick madness.
The sounds of her wetness increased with each fierce, fiery thrust. She rolled her hips against his, gripping his waist with her legs. Higher and higher she soared, crying out each time his crown hit the mouth of her womb. She reached the very wide, blue sky above them. Her cunt contracted and her whole world exploded into white shards of bliss.
With his grip tight on Rosalind’s wrists, kissing her with his eyes open, Thomas watched the expression of ecstasy play over her face. The pulling and sucking of her greedy cunt drawing on his cock sent exquisite shocks of sensation through him. He’d forgotten how utterly consuming it was to know a woman’s pleasure. His own climax threatened. He didn’t want this unity with her to end and he exerted all his will to resist.
She said something. He heard her words but in his focused state of mind they made no sense.
“What?” He struggled to concentrate.
“Don’t come in me!” she panted, trying to twist away.
Her motion made the ridges of her channel twist and slide on his shaft like hot, wet ripples of satin. His heart beat within his erection with an urgency to come that made him dizzy. A pre-cursory pulse of intense pleasure sparked at the base of his spine, shooting through his sex like fire.
“Be still!” He spoke the words harshly, holding her hands tightly, pressing his hips to hers, trying to immobilise her.
She writhed wildly beneath him, as if suddenly possessed by a demon.
Inextricable surging began in his balls, deep within his loins, fierce spasms that he couldn’t defy. He could only groan in the grips of pleasure that made him shudder as if he were freezing cold.
He jerked himself from her. Warm wetness spurted everywhere as he withdrew.
But it was too late. He’d spilt some inside.
“Dear God… I am sorry.” He panted the words out, unable to catch his breath.
He looked down at her.
She glared back. “I’ll never forgive you. If your seed takes root, I swear I shall never forgive you.”
Her eyes grew wild with the look of a trapped animal. His heart panged with the notion. Didn’t she know he’d never allow her to come to harm?
He laid his hand on her stomach. “Don’t worry. It will be all right. It’s nature’s way that we should lust for each other and be drawn together to make a child. It’s no great sin so long as we marry.”
“You did this, on purpose, hoping I might be compelled to wed you!”
“I did not, I swear it.”
“No man shall force me to do aught!”
“I was not thinking of force. Listen to reason, Rose—”
Her eyes turned cold. “Why won’t you believe me? I shall never marry you, Goodman Marlowe. I shall never marry a man who will not let his late wife go.”
“What the devil do you mean?”
“I mean you make a pleasure out of mourning. You are happy to sate your hot lusts with me, but it’s Patience you will always love and respect.” Her lip curled up. “You canonise her, hold her memory above all things—even your precious faith, your image of God.”
Thomas’ jaw dropped. “You’ll take that back! It’s a lie.”
“It’s no lie. And, what’s more, it’s all falsehood! An illusion!”
Her illogical words, hurled at him, locked the gears of his mind. “What?”
“Patience never made
He grasped her legs, pulled them up, wrapping them about his body.
“Here, here…” Urgency rumbled in his tone.
She let her limbs rise up as high as they would go. His cock drove deeper, touching the mouth of her womb. He took her wrists and pulled her arms over her head, pinning her hands to the ground.
Then he began fucking her again.
So ardently. So savagely. So…so…
He shifted their bodies, his thrusts coming at a different angle. Piercing delight.
She heard herself shrieking. He put his mouth to hers. His sweat washed onto her. Their bodies slid in slick madness.
The sounds of her wetness increased with each fierce, fiery thrust. She rolled her hips against his, gripping his waist with her legs. Higher and higher she soared, crying out each time his crown hit the mouth of her womb. She reached the very wide, blue sky above them. Her cunt contracted and her whole world exploded into white shards of bliss.
With his grip tight on Rosalind’s wrists, kissing her with his eyes open, Thomas watched the expression of ecstasy play over her face. The pulling and sucking of her greedy cunt drawing on his cock sent exquisite shocks of sensation through him. He’d forgotten how utterly consuming it was to know a woman’s pleasure. His own climax threatened. He didn’t want this unity with her to end and he exerted all his will to resist.
She said something. He heard her words but in his focused state of mind they made no sense.
“What?” He struggled to concentrate.
“Don’t come in me!” she panted, trying to twist away.
Her motion made the ridges of her channel twist and slide on his shaft like hot, wet ripples of satin. His heart beat within his erection with an urgency to come that made him dizzy. A pre-cursory pulse of intense pleasure sparked at the base of his spine, shooting through his sex like fire.
“Be still!” He spoke the words harshly, holding her hands tightly, pressing his hips to hers, trying to immobilise her.
She writhed wildly beneath him, as if suddenly possessed by a demon.
Inextricable surging began in his balls, deep within his loins, fierce spasms that he couldn’t defy. He could only groan in the grips of pleasure that made him shudder as if he were freezing cold.
He jerked himself from her. Warm wetness spurted everywhere as he withdrew.
But it was too late. He’d spilt some inside.
“Dear God… I am sorry.” He panted the words out, unable to catch his breath.
He looked down at her.
She glared back. “I’ll never forgive you. If your seed takes root, I swear I shall never forgive you.”
Her eyes grew wild with the look of a trapped animal. His heart panged with the notion. Didn’t she know he’d never allow her to come to harm?
He laid his hand on her stomach. “Don’t worry. It will be all right. It’s nature’s way that we should lust for each other and be drawn together to make a child. It’s no great sin so long as we marry.”
“You did this, on purpose, hoping I might be compelled to wed you!”
“I did not, I swear it.”
“No man shall force me to do aught!”
“I was not thinking of force. Listen to reason, Rose—”
Her eyes turned cold. “Why won’t you believe me? I shall never marry you, Goodman Marlowe. I shall never marry a man who will not let his late wife go.”
“What the devil do you mean?”
“I mean you make a pleasure out of mourning. You are happy to sate your hot lusts with me, but it’s Patience you will always love and respect.” Her lip curled up. “You canonise her, hold her memory above all things—even your precious faith, your image of God.”
Thomas’ jaw dropped. “You’ll take that back! It’s a lie.”
“It’s no lie. And, what’s more, it’s all falsehood! An illusion!”
Her illogical words, hurled at him, locked the gears of his mind. “What?”
“Patience never made
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