Claiming Catherine (Montana Maiden Series Book 1) by Vanessa Vale Page A
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time."
"I don't know how," I cried out, shifting my hips, reaching, reaching in frustration.
"You don't need to know how. I'll give it to you." He shifted his fingers expertly, moved them deeper while his other finger pressed down on my...my clit. "Now," he commanded.
It happened. With his words, I went over - tumbling, plunging, falling from a peak I'd been climbing most of the day. My nipples tightened, my clit hummed, my inner walls milked his fingers and my ass clenched tightly around the cork. All of it combined had me screaming with a release that coated my skin in a sheen of sweat, had me begging Jake never to stop, to do whatever he wanted to me so I could feel this way forever.
Jake whispered gentle words as I came down from my pleasure. I dropped my head onto his shoulder and sucked in gulps of air. Slowly and ever so carefully, his fingers slid free from my body, accompanied by the loud sound of wetness.
We sat like that for awhile; I lost track of time, slumped at feeling deliciously replete. I could feel his cock, the huge member he'd pulled out of his pants and stroked last night, against my belly. It was hard and thick between us.
"That's fucking?" I asked in awe. That's what I'd been fearful of?
Jake shook his head and I felt the scratchy beginnings of a beard against my forehead. "Not even close. That was your reward for being such a good girl."
I preened. I couldn't help it. In only a day, I longed for his praise. "I'm...I'm sorry I was so contrary. Your ways are so different. I just want to please you."
Jake looked down at me with one eyebrow raised. "You want to please me now?"
I nodded.
"On your knees then." He pushed gently on my thighs so I slid off him onto the floor, my skirts a pool about me, his legs spread wide before me. I looked up at him from lowered lashes in question. What could I do to please him from here?
As he tugged at the placard of his pants, I could see my wetness and streaks of my virgin blood staining his pants, coating his fingers. He pulled his cock free. It was just as I remembered, long and thick, the large head red and weeping at the tip.
"Suck me." He placed a hand on the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my curls, pulling me forward.
Before I could ask what he meant, the front door flew open and Cole bounded in. His gaze raked over the large room before he found us, me on my knees in my open fronted blouse, Jake with his male member inches from my face. Oh! I tried to pull free, but my husband held me in place.
"The foal might be in the wrong position," Cole said, then a grin spread across his handsome face. "Although I see someone's in just the right position in here."
Jake's hand loosened and I stood, turned my face away, hiding the shame at Cole seeing me that way.
"Well aren't you pretty as a picture?" he crooned from across the room.
Jake tucked himself back in his pants, then stood. He took the few steps to reach me, then ran his knuckle over an exposed nipple.
I'd forgotten about my blouse - that my breasts were exposed and thrust out in front of me.
"Isn't she lovely? She's got a pretty pink glow about her from her first climax."
I pressed my face into Jake's shoulder, trying to hide. He kissed the top of my head. "I need to tend to the foal, sweetheart. There's dinner to eat that Maura cooked. You're welcome to look around the house while you wait, and there are books in the library if you want to read. I'll be back as soon as I can." He tilted my chin up to look at him. "When I'm gone, don't cover yourself. Don't touch your cork. I'm going to sink into that sweet pussy of yours and fuck you. Later." His eyes showed his seriousness so I just nodded.
I watched Cole give me one last look, grinned and slapped his brother on the back as they left me alone. With a cork in my ass.
Chapter Five
Jake
"So, brother, is your wife all you expected?" Cole asked, a big grin splitting his face as he took in the hints of blood on my pants.
"I don't know how," I cried out, shifting my hips, reaching, reaching in frustration.
"You don't need to know how. I'll give it to you." He shifted his fingers expertly, moved them deeper while his other finger pressed down on my...my clit. "Now," he commanded.
It happened. With his words, I went over - tumbling, plunging, falling from a peak I'd been climbing most of the day. My nipples tightened, my clit hummed, my inner walls milked his fingers and my ass clenched tightly around the cork. All of it combined had me screaming with a release that coated my skin in a sheen of sweat, had me begging Jake never to stop, to do whatever he wanted to me so I could feel this way forever.
Jake whispered gentle words as I came down from my pleasure. I dropped my head onto his shoulder and sucked in gulps of air. Slowly and ever so carefully, his fingers slid free from my body, accompanied by the loud sound of wetness.
We sat like that for awhile; I lost track of time, slumped at feeling deliciously replete. I could feel his cock, the huge member he'd pulled out of his pants and stroked last night, against my belly. It was hard and thick between us.
"That's fucking?" I asked in awe. That's what I'd been fearful of?
Jake shook his head and I felt the scratchy beginnings of a beard against my forehead. "Not even close. That was your reward for being such a good girl."
I preened. I couldn't help it. In only a day, I longed for his praise. "I'm...I'm sorry I was so contrary. Your ways are so different. I just want to please you."
Jake looked down at me with one eyebrow raised. "You want to please me now?"
I nodded.
"On your knees then." He pushed gently on my thighs so I slid off him onto the floor, my skirts a pool about me, his legs spread wide before me. I looked up at him from lowered lashes in question. What could I do to please him from here?
As he tugged at the placard of his pants, I could see my wetness and streaks of my virgin blood staining his pants, coating his fingers. He pulled his cock free. It was just as I remembered, long and thick, the large head red and weeping at the tip.
"Suck me." He placed a hand on the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my curls, pulling me forward.
Before I could ask what he meant, the front door flew open and Cole bounded in. His gaze raked over the large room before he found us, me on my knees in my open fronted blouse, Jake with his male member inches from my face. Oh! I tried to pull free, but my husband held me in place.
"The foal might be in the wrong position," Cole said, then a grin spread across his handsome face. "Although I see someone's in just the right position in here."
Jake's hand loosened and I stood, turned my face away, hiding the shame at Cole seeing me that way.
"Well aren't you pretty as a picture?" he crooned from across the room.
Jake tucked himself back in his pants, then stood. He took the few steps to reach me, then ran his knuckle over an exposed nipple.
I'd forgotten about my blouse - that my breasts were exposed and thrust out in front of me.
"Isn't she lovely? She's got a pretty pink glow about her from her first climax."
I pressed my face into Jake's shoulder, trying to hide. He kissed the top of my head. "I need to tend to the foal, sweetheart. There's dinner to eat that Maura cooked. You're welcome to look around the house while you wait, and there are books in the library if you want to read. I'll be back as soon as I can." He tilted my chin up to look at him. "When I'm gone, don't cover yourself. Don't touch your cork. I'm going to sink into that sweet pussy of yours and fuck you. Later." His eyes showed his seriousness so I just nodded.
I watched Cole give me one last look, grinned and slapped his brother on the back as they left me alone. With a cork in my ass.
Chapter Five
Jake
"So, brother, is your wife all you expected?" Cole asked, a big grin splitting his face as he took in the hints of blood on my pants.
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