ribbon, ran down over her shoulders. So wanton, so lusty. So mine.
Tessa
I awoke with a start. I was tucked back in bed, the blanket pulled up over my nakedness. Well, almost nakedness as I still donned the corset. The last I remember was a pleasure so intense I'd slumped down, my fingers so slippery on the bar I could barely hold on. Cole had wanted me again. He'd fucked me again...and I'd wanted it. No, more than that, I'd needed it. The way he looked at me, how his eyes darkened and his cheeks turned ruddy, his jaw clenching tightly as he gazed upon my body, had me ache for him. I felt my pussy--that was his word for down there-- all wet, as if preparing for his cock.
Oh, his cock! It did such amazing things. How that hard piece of flesh could fill me so completely, yet bump and rub against some secret spots inside me that lit me up like dry tinder on a bonfire. I just wanted to obey. God, I wanted to do what he told me. I never...absolutely never...wanted to do what my parents demanded. Perhaps it was because they enforced their words with cruel verbal barbs or a biting belt. Cole, he reinforced his words with...pleasure. I didn't want the cork in my ass, but he'd fucked me with it in and it rubbed something. Somewhere. Oh!
Where was Cole? I listened, but the house was quiet. I couldn't believe I'd fallen asleep. I'd just woken up only an hour ago. Why was fucking so exhausting? I couldn't help but giggle. I was worn out by pleasure. And the way Cole kept coming back for more, again and again, the way he said how much I pleased him, clearly he couldn't be denied. He used my body, took his pleasure from me, but in turn, made me feel...cherished, amazing...his.
I sat up at the side of the bed, shifting forward to alleviate the pressure on the cork. Oh! I couldn't clench closed. But when I tried, there was a tingling, an empty need in my pussy. That place that he'd rubbed, touched pulsed with renewed need.
And my breasts! I'd never seen them so obscenely displayed. This was how he wanted them? I had to admit, they were supported well and not at all uncomfortable, but they weren't covered! Cole liked it though, the way he gazed upon them, then quickly fucked me after.
I shifted, a little sore from the times he'd taken me. My maidenhead was now gone--he'd pushed through without much gentleness, however he'd wrought great pleasure from my body soon after.
This morning, I'd had to ... oh God. I covered my lips with my fingers, remembering the feel of his cock filling my mouth. I had no idea women even did things like that. But he'd liked it. The way his jaw had tightened, his hips had thrust, had been so eager to fill my mouth.
I didn't know what would happen, but when he went in so far that I coughed and sputtered, he climaxed. I'd almost choked on his copious seed. The taste of him had been salty and musky and with him almost to the back of my throat, he'd given me no option but to swallow. It had been too much. He was too much. Overwhelming. I was to service him in that way every morning? I wasn't good at it. I'd tried to swallow it all, but I hadn't known it would come out in my mouth like it had. The sated expression on his face when I'd finished had settled my worry; I'd pleased him, even in my fumbling.
I heard a quiet knock on the front door. Cole! I stood and dashed into the living room and saw Maura as she peeked her head around the doorway. I knew of her, saw her in the congregation at the wedding, but had never been formally introduced. I startled at the sight of her, realizing I was all but naked with Cole's seed down my thighs.
"Get out! You don't belong here!" I tried to cover myself, but my hands couldn't cover everything. Mortification washed over me. Was everyone to see me undressed?
"Cole is in the stable with his brothers and asked me to bring by some food for lunch," she murmured, averting her eyes, even though I knew she'd caught a glimpse of my body. She was older than I by about a
Tessa
I awoke with a start. I was tucked back in bed, the blanket pulled up over my nakedness. Well, almost nakedness as I still donned the corset. The last I remember was a pleasure so intense I'd slumped down, my fingers so slippery on the bar I could barely hold on. Cole had wanted me again. He'd fucked me again...and I'd wanted it. No, more than that, I'd needed it. The way he looked at me, how his eyes darkened and his cheeks turned ruddy, his jaw clenching tightly as he gazed upon my body, had me ache for him. I felt my pussy--that was his word for down there-- all wet, as if preparing for his cock.
Oh, his cock! It did such amazing things. How that hard piece of flesh could fill me so completely, yet bump and rub against some secret spots inside me that lit me up like dry tinder on a bonfire. I just wanted to obey. God, I wanted to do what he told me. I never...absolutely never...wanted to do what my parents demanded. Perhaps it was because they enforced their words with cruel verbal barbs or a biting belt. Cole, he reinforced his words with...pleasure. I didn't want the cork in my ass, but he'd fucked me with it in and it rubbed something. Somewhere. Oh!
Where was Cole? I listened, but the house was quiet. I couldn't believe I'd fallen asleep. I'd just woken up only an hour ago. Why was fucking so exhausting? I couldn't help but giggle. I was worn out by pleasure. And the way Cole kept coming back for more, again and again, the way he said how much I pleased him, clearly he couldn't be denied. He used my body, took his pleasure from me, but in turn, made me feel...cherished, amazing...his.
I sat up at the side of the bed, shifting forward to alleviate the pressure on the cork. Oh! I couldn't clench closed. But when I tried, there was a tingling, an empty need in my pussy. That place that he'd rubbed, touched pulsed with renewed need.
And my breasts! I'd never seen them so obscenely displayed. This was how he wanted them? I had to admit, they were supported well and not at all uncomfortable, but they weren't covered! Cole liked it though, the way he gazed upon them, then quickly fucked me after.
I shifted, a little sore from the times he'd taken me. My maidenhead was now gone--he'd pushed through without much gentleness, however he'd wrought great pleasure from my body soon after.
This morning, I'd had to ... oh God. I covered my lips with my fingers, remembering the feel of his cock filling my mouth. I had no idea women even did things like that. But he'd liked it. The way his jaw had tightened, his hips had thrust, had been so eager to fill my mouth.
I didn't know what would happen, but when he went in so far that I coughed and sputtered, he climaxed. I'd almost choked on his copious seed. The taste of him had been salty and musky and with him almost to the back of my throat, he'd given me no option but to swallow. It had been too much. He was too much. Overwhelming. I was to service him in that way every morning? I wasn't good at it. I'd tried to swallow it all, but I hadn't known it would come out in my mouth like it had. The sated expression on his face when I'd finished had settled my worry; I'd pleased him, even in my fumbling.
I heard a quiet knock on the front door. Cole! I stood and dashed into the living room and saw Maura as she peeked her head around the doorway. I knew of her, saw her in the congregation at the wedding, but had never been formally introduced. I startled at the sight of her, realizing I was all but naked with Cole's seed down my thighs.
"Get out! You don't belong here!" I tried to cover myself, but my hands couldn't cover everything. Mortification washed over me. Was everyone to see me undressed?
"Cole is in the stable with his brothers and asked me to bring by some food for lunch," she murmured, averting her eyes, even though I knew she'd caught a glimpse of my body. She was older than I by about a
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