response out Flannery but not this – not a declaration of ownership before he jumped her bones, literally. She inhaled sharply as his weight pressed against her back, only to moan when air hit the inside of her thighs as he jerked up her skirt. Calloused palms rubbed over her sensitive skin as he made more room for himself.
“Tell me if I hurt you, little one.” His voice was strained. She cried out when his fingers thrust inside her with little warning or consideration of her untried state. The stinging burn had her hissing as tears wet her eyes.
“So wet.” His growl of appreciation did little to sooth her. She could feel her wetness but the reality of having a man inside her was much different than she expected. It felt nothing like her much smaller fingers.
“ Buí , Sir, buí ,” The words tumbled from her mouth as unfamiliar sensations buffeted her. Pressed against her back, Flannery groaned but stilled, his ragged breath teased her ears.
“ Shhh , did I hurt you, Sweetheart?” His endearment relaxed her a bit despite the thick fingers still embedded inside her opening.
“A moment, Sir.” She hissed when the fingers inside her twitched. “I’m sure it will pass.” Taking deep breaths, she tried to force her body into loosening around his fingers.
A long lick over her shoulder, followed by the brush of his thumb over her sensitive clit sent a renewed wave of lust through her lower body. A low mewl passed her lips as his teeth teased the muscle along her shoulder. She wiggled against his hand, desperate for more pleasure.
“That’s it; let me help you, little one. Give over to me. Trust me with your body.” He bit down on her trapped muscle hard enough to sting but not to break the skin. Erotic pain flashed through her followed so closely by pleasure, she couldn’t distinguish between the two. “What level are you at?” His demand to know if she was okay to go on was barely audible above the blood rushing in her ears.
“Oh, dear Goddess… glas , Sir!” Her thighs trembled when he rewarded her with a thumb pressing harder against her nubbin. Trembling on the edge, she fought her body’s need to slide over. No permission. I have to have permission. “Please, Sir. I need to…argh!” Her plea turned into a muffled shout as she stuffed the blanket into her mouth, unwilling to hurt him with her Banshee’s cries.
The devilish long fingers inside her began to move, hitting spots she’d never reached with her own. A warning tingle at the base of her spine was her only warning of her impending doom. Pleasure sharp and intense blind-sided her.
“Son of bitch! We’ll do the cups next time, little one.” Something thick and long replaced his fingers as his hair fell over her shoulder. The desperation in his voice could be heard as he cursed. “I can’t wait any longer. I’ve got to…fuck!”
Digging her fingers into the mattress, her back arched when she pushed back against him offering herself, uncaring about what the books had told her about being submissive, about waiting. Giving him the physical release he needed trumped those rules.
His low masculine growl followed his acceptance of her offer. He withdrew before surging back inside her. She bit down on the bedding when the pleasure doubled until black spots danced in front of her eyes. She needed…oh dear goddess she was going to die.
“Don’t fight it!” His guttural command sent her even higher. “Come for me again. I will accept no less.”
She sobbed when his thrusting rubbed her throbbing clit against the soft duvet. It was agonizing. The pleasure so brutal she wanted to scream with it, but she couldn’t. She had just enough sense left to realize the danger if she cried out.
The room filled with the echo of his hips smacking against her raised ass. It competed with her husky but muffled concerto and his primal grunts as he continued to ride her. The headboard thumped against the wall as he pounded harder into her.
“Tell me if I hurt you, little one.” His voice was strained. She cried out when his fingers thrust inside her with little warning or consideration of her untried state. The stinging burn had her hissing as tears wet her eyes.
“So wet.” His growl of appreciation did little to sooth her. She could feel her wetness but the reality of having a man inside her was much different than she expected. It felt nothing like her much smaller fingers.
“ Buí , Sir, buí ,” The words tumbled from her mouth as unfamiliar sensations buffeted her. Pressed against her back, Flannery groaned but stilled, his ragged breath teased her ears.
“ Shhh , did I hurt you, Sweetheart?” His endearment relaxed her a bit despite the thick fingers still embedded inside her opening.
“A moment, Sir.” She hissed when the fingers inside her twitched. “I’m sure it will pass.” Taking deep breaths, she tried to force her body into loosening around his fingers.
A long lick over her shoulder, followed by the brush of his thumb over her sensitive clit sent a renewed wave of lust through her lower body. A low mewl passed her lips as his teeth teased the muscle along her shoulder. She wiggled against his hand, desperate for more pleasure.
“That’s it; let me help you, little one. Give over to me. Trust me with your body.” He bit down on her trapped muscle hard enough to sting but not to break the skin. Erotic pain flashed through her followed so closely by pleasure, she couldn’t distinguish between the two. “What level are you at?” His demand to know if she was okay to go on was barely audible above the blood rushing in her ears.
“Oh, dear Goddess… glas , Sir!” Her thighs trembled when he rewarded her with a thumb pressing harder against her nubbin. Trembling on the edge, she fought her body’s need to slide over. No permission. I have to have permission. “Please, Sir. I need to…argh!” Her plea turned into a muffled shout as she stuffed the blanket into her mouth, unwilling to hurt him with her Banshee’s cries.
The devilish long fingers inside her began to move, hitting spots she’d never reached with her own. A warning tingle at the base of her spine was her only warning of her impending doom. Pleasure sharp and intense blind-sided her.
“Son of bitch! We’ll do the cups next time, little one.” Something thick and long replaced his fingers as his hair fell over her shoulder. The desperation in his voice could be heard as he cursed. “I can’t wait any longer. I’ve got to…fuck!”
Digging her fingers into the mattress, her back arched when she pushed back against him offering herself, uncaring about what the books had told her about being submissive, about waiting. Giving him the physical release he needed trumped those rules.
His low masculine growl followed his acceptance of her offer. He withdrew before surging back inside her. She bit down on the bedding when the pleasure doubled until black spots danced in front of her eyes. She needed…oh dear goddess she was going to die.
“Don’t fight it!” His guttural command sent her even higher. “Come for me again. I will accept no less.”
She sobbed when his thrusting rubbed her throbbing clit against the soft duvet. It was agonizing. The pleasure so brutal she wanted to scream with it, but she couldn’t. She had just enough sense left to realize the danger if she cried out.
The room filled with the echo of his hips smacking against her raised ass. It competed with her husky but muffled concerto and his primal grunts as he continued to ride her. The headboard thumped against the wall as he pounded harder into her.
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