wasn't."
"I won't forget I belong to you, if that's your concern," she replied, pouting.
"I know you won't, darlin'." I looked down at her forlorn face. So used to getting her way. So I would be gentle, accustoming her slowly to my expectations. Still, for her it was quite a bit to take in. No doubt her mother had told her about a husband fumbling in the dark, lifting his bride's nightgown to fill her with his seed until it took. No pleasure for her, no variation. Coming to terms with her own body's reactions would be challenging in itself. "The way you respond to my touch shows me that your body already knows it's mine."
"Really?" she wondered, her eyes wide.
"Have you been kissed by another?" I asked.
She glanced at the floor. "When I was much younger," she whispered.
I felt relief knowing she'd only dabbled in youthful transgressions. Using one finger, I tipped her chin up so she met my gaze. "Did your body respond to him like it does for me? Did your nipples tighten? Did your pussy become slick and wet? Did you ache?"
Her pupils dilated at my words, her nipples tightened. Oh, so responsive! She shook her head, murmured, "No, Cole."
"Good, then I won't have to kill him," I grumbled, then tipped the corner of my mouth up in a grin to reassure her I wasn't serious--feeling jealous of a mere boy. Why was I so disturbed that even a kiss was taken by another? I picked up her corset and wrapped it around her body. "You're mine, Tessa." I lowered my head to hers, our lips meeting, making sure she only gave her kisses to me.
"Yes, Cole," she replied, breathlessly.
Standing behind her, I adjusted it carefully so that her breasts were fully supported by the front of the corset, yet completely exposed. Adjusting the laces, I tightened it, then tied it securely. I moved around to inspect her, making sure I'd put it on properly: snug, yet comfortable. Her head was lowered to stare at her very erect, very exposed breasts. She was absolutely stunning. Being so large, the corset lifted her breasts up and out. Her waist was so narrow, so trim that her breasts appeared even larger. And without her drawers, I could see her pussy lips bare and glistening. It was too much for a man to abstain.
"Over to the bar again," I growled. I couldn't help it. "I need to fuck you, darlin'. You're too irresistible to resist. Bend as you've learned and don't let go."
It must have been the deep timbre of my voice, or maybe the intensity in my gaze, but Tessa complied without question. I undid my pant's placket as I stared at her pussy lips, all red and swollen. When she bent over, they opened as if beckoning to me. I moved to stand directly behind her and pulled out my cock, growing thicker and longer as I bumped the head against her slick opening.
"Just the sight of you makes me want to fuck you, darlin'. You're irresistible." With those words, I thrust my hips and buried my cock to the hilt. The cork in her ass made her opening even smaller and I felt the hard edge rub against my cock. She gasped at the forceful intrusion. "You want this. Your pussy is wet. Your lips there are open and swollen all but inviting me in."
I pulled almost out, then pushed in, my breathing becoming heavy as if I'd run the distance to the stable. Her walls clamped about me and she shifted her hips. "You were made for me to fuck you."
"Yes," she whispered. "Oh yes."
Again and again I pummeled her depths and she began to push back against me, meeting me as I thrust deep so I could brush against her clit.
"You need this, don't you, Tessa? You need me to fuck you."
"Yes!" she cried out, her orgasm taking her by surprise--and I hadn't even touched her clit. I saw a sheen of sweat form on her back, felt a rush of wetness seep from her and I pistoned even harder. With her body so greedy for my cock, it wasn't long before I came, pumping my seed into her depths.
Her head slumped down, her breathing deep, her hair, having come out of the pretty
"I won't forget I belong to you, if that's your concern," she replied, pouting.
"I know you won't, darlin'." I looked down at her forlorn face. So used to getting her way. So I would be gentle, accustoming her slowly to my expectations. Still, for her it was quite a bit to take in. No doubt her mother had told her about a husband fumbling in the dark, lifting his bride's nightgown to fill her with his seed until it took. No pleasure for her, no variation. Coming to terms with her own body's reactions would be challenging in itself. "The way you respond to my touch shows me that your body already knows it's mine."
"Really?" she wondered, her eyes wide.
"Have you been kissed by another?" I asked.
She glanced at the floor. "When I was much younger," she whispered.
I felt relief knowing she'd only dabbled in youthful transgressions. Using one finger, I tipped her chin up so she met my gaze. "Did your body respond to him like it does for me? Did your nipples tighten? Did your pussy become slick and wet? Did you ache?"
Her pupils dilated at my words, her nipples tightened. Oh, so responsive! She shook her head, murmured, "No, Cole."
"Good, then I won't have to kill him," I grumbled, then tipped the corner of my mouth up in a grin to reassure her I wasn't serious--feeling jealous of a mere boy. Why was I so disturbed that even a kiss was taken by another? I picked up her corset and wrapped it around her body. "You're mine, Tessa." I lowered my head to hers, our lips meeting, making sure she only gave her kisses to me.
"Yes, Cole," she replied, breathlessly.
Standing behind her, I adjusted it carefully so that her breasts were fully supported by the front of the corset, yet completely exposed. Adjusting the laces, I tightened it, then tied it securely. I moved around to inspect her, making sure I'd put it on properly: snug, yet comfortable. Her head was lowered to stare at her very erect, very exposed breasts. She was absolutely stunning. Being so large, the corset lifted her breasts up and out. Her waist was so narrow, so trim that her breasts appeared even larger. And without her drawers, I could see her pussy lips bare and glistening. It was too much for a man to abstain.
"Over to the bar again," I growled. I couldn't help it. "I need to fuck you, darlin'. You're too irresistible to resist. Bend as you've learned and don't let go."
It must have been the deep timbre of my voice, or maybe the intensity in my gaze, but Tessa complied without question. I undid my pant's placket as I stared at her pussy lips, all red and swollen. When she bent over, they opened as if beckoning to me. I moved to stand directly behind her and pulled out my cock, growing thicker and longer as I bumped the head against her slick opening.
"Just the sight of you makes me want to fuck you, darlin'. You're irresistible." With those words, I thrust my hips and buried my cock to the hilt. The cork in her ass made her opening even smaller and I felt the hard edge rub against my cock. She gasped at the forceful intrusion. "You want this. Your pussy is wet. Your lips there are open and swollen all but inviting me in."
I pulled almost out, then pushed in, my breathing becoming heavy as if I'd run the distance to the stable. Her walls clamped about me and she shifted her hips. "You were made for me to fuck you."
"Yes," she whispered. "Oh yes."
Again and again I pummeled her depths and she began to push back against me, meeting me as I thrust deep so I could brush against her clit.
"You need this, don't you, Tessa? You need me to fuck you."
"Yes!" she cried out, her orgasm taking her by surprise--and I hadn't even touched her clit. I saw a sheen of sweat form on her back, felt a rush of wetness seep from her and I pistoned even harder. With her body so greedy for my cock, it wasn't long before I came, pumping my seed into her depths.
Her head slumped down, her breathing deep, her hair, having come out of the pretty
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