between her pretty, pink folds and stopping at her clit. He
pressed the tip of his tongue against the nub and held it there. She
squirmed beneath him and he let her, knowing without tying her down,
he’d never keep her wildcat body still.
This was her first time being devoured by a man’s mouth. He would
let her feel everything, let her move on his tongue, give her what she
wanted before he took her completely.
He swirled his tongue around and around, in and out of her tight
sheath, lapping up her cream, inhaling her scent, until she was writhing
beneath him. Poor baby, she was the loudest creature he’d ever fucked.
Her cries would be heard throughout the house, and his entire staff
would know exactly what they were doing.
He mentally shrugged. She panted and moaned and squealed as his
tongue danced around her pussy, propelling her higher and higher.
Cole separated her folds with his finger and circled her hole,
spreading her moisture on his finger. Then he pressed into her tight core,
catching her hips as they shot off the bed with her ear-piercing scream.
She arched so high his finger nearly slipped out of her.
After he settled her body again, he went to work, alternately licking
her in long and short strokes. He penetrated her sheath with first one
then two fingers, tickling her G-spot in rhythm with his tongue on her
clit. She never once let go of the headboard. In just a few minutes, he’d
worked her into a frenzy.
“Please, God. Please, Cole, please!” She screamed into the arm where
she’d buried her head, her body writhing as if in extreme pain.
He would have liked to get some nipple play in, but with one set of
fingers shoved inside her and the other working hard across her hips to
-42- Blackmailed
keep her steady, Cole had no choice. He would have to wait until later to
work more on those sweet berries.
Cole lifted his mouth from her honey and drove his fingers in as far
they could, stretching her virgin’s barrier and preparing her for his cock.
“God, don’t stop, don’t…” Her head shot back and forth on the pillow
as she pleaded with him to end her misery.
He laid into her once more with his mouth, sucking her clit between
his lips and biting gently.
She screamed to wake the dead. Her pulse beat ferociously as her
orgasm ripped through her body, and her vaginal muscles clenched
around his fingers.
He climbed higher on the bed and knelt between her thighs, keeping
one finger on her clit to keep the sensations rolling. Her eyes were
squeezed shut and sweat beaded on her forehead. She never opened her
eyes as he reached for a pillow and propped her hips up with it.
Still caressing her clit, he brought the broad head of his penis to her
wet channel and pushed gently against it, watching it disappear inside
her body. Her eyes exploded open on the new invasion and she squirmed
against him, moaning loudly, begging for more.
Cole pulled out, his cock bobbing up and down, slick with Bri’s dew,
weeping with his own. He’d never taken a woman skin to skin, but he
wasn’t about to stop, no matter the consequences. This was for him, not
her father.
“Don’t stop…you…can’t,” she cried.
“No, baby, I won’t stop.” He pressed forward again, lodging his cock’s
head more firmly inside her this time.
Bri bit down on her lip and shifted against the sudden pain of his
cock stretching her tight pussy. He pulled back a tiny bit, watching the
relief cross her closed-up face, then thrust deeper.
Her hips jerked, impaling herself on his cock, and she screamed with
the pain Cole could see quickly become pleasure. He resisted the urge to
pound into her wet warmth for the space of about three seconds, and
then his cock took over.
-43- Annmarie McKenna
He lifted her knees into the crooks of his elbows, placed his palms on
the bed beside her shoulders and drove into Bri’s sweet nectar. Her
vagina pulled at his erection, sucking at it like her
pressed the tip of his tongue against the nub and held it there. She
squirmed beneath him and he let her, knowing without tying her down,
he’d never keep her wildcat body still.
This was her first time being devoured by a man’s mouth. He would
let her feel everything, let her move on his tongue, give her what she
wanted before he took her completely.
He swirled his tongue around and around, in and out of her tight
sheath, lapping up her cream, inhaling her scent, until she was writhing
beneath him. Poor baby, she was the loudest creature he’d ever fucked.
Her cries would be heard throughout the house, and his entire staff
would know exactly what they were doing.
He mentally shrugged. She panted and moaned and squealed as his
tongue danced around her pussy, propelling her higher and higher.
Cole separated her folds with his finger and circled her hole,
spreading her moisture on his finger. Then he pressed into her tight core,
catching her hips as they shot off the bed with her ear-piercing scream.
She arched so high his finger nearly slipped out of her.
After he settled her body again, he went to work, alternately licking
her in long and short strokes. He penetrated her sheath with first one
then two fingers, tickling her G-spot in rhythm with his tongue on her
clit. She never once let go of the headboard. In just a few minutes, he’d
worked her into a frenzy.
“Please, God. Please, Cole, please!” She screamed into the arm where
she’d buried her head, her body writhing as if in extreme pain.
He would have liked to get some nipple play in, but with one set of
fingers shoved inside her and the other working hard across her hips to
-42- Blackmailed
keep her steady, Cole had no choice. He would have to wait until later to
work more on those sweet berries.
Cole lifted his mouth from her honey and drove his fingers in as far
they could, stretching her virgin’s barrier and preparing her for his cock.
“God, don’t stop, don’t…” Her head shot back and forth on the pillow
as she pleaded with him to end her misery.
He laid into her once more with his mouth, sucking her clit between
his lips and biting gently.
She screamed to wake the dead. Her pulse beat ferociously as her
orgasm ripped through her body, and her vaginal muscles clenched
around his fingers.
He climbed higher on the bed and knelt between her thighs, keeping
one finger on her clit to keep the sensations rolling. Her eyes were
squeezed shut and sweat beaded on her forehead. She never opened her
eyes as he reached for a pillow and propped her hips up with it.
Still caressing her clit, he brought the broad head of his penis to her
wet channel and pushed gently against it, watching it disappear inside
her body. Her eyes exploded open on the new invasion and she squirmed
against him, moaning loudly, begging for more.
Cole pulled out, his cock bobbing up and down, slick with Bri’s dew,
weeping with his own. He’d never taken a woman skin to skin, but he
wasn’t about to stop, no matter the consequences. This was for him, not
her father.
“Don’t stop…you…can’t,” she cried.
“No, baby, I won’t stop.” He pressed forward again, lodging his cock’s
head more firmly inside her this time.
Bri bit down on her lip and shifted against the sudden pain of his
cock stretching her tight pussy. He pulled back a tiny bit, watching the
relief cross her closed-up face, then thrust deeper.
Her hips jerked, impaling herself on his cock, and she screamed with
the pain Cole could see quickly become pleasure. He resisted the urge to
pound into her wet warmth for the space of about three seconds, and
then his cock took over.
-43- Annmarie McKenna
He lifted her knees into the crooks of his elbows, placed his palms on
the bed beside her shoulders and drove into Bri’s sweet nectar. Her
vagina pulled at his erection, sucking at it like her
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