panties.
“Please,” she gasped, writhing in his arms.
He slid his hand the rest of the way and gently caressed the crotch of her panties. Tiana’s hips shook, as she strained forward in his arms. She was wet, he noted, as he caressed her through her panties; dripping wet as a matter of fact.
Slowly, he edged the panties to the side and dipped a finger into her wet, tight, welcoming warmth, raising his head to her lips to swallow her cries of ecstasy.
“You are so fucking tight,” he groaned, sweat beading on his forehead as he slowly thrust his finger deep inside her to the hilt. Her vaginal muscles clamped down tightly around the finger and he groaned as he slowly pulled it out and thrust it in again.
“Please, Christian,” she gasped, his name rolling beautifully off her tongue in her New York accent. “I want you inside me! Now!”
Christian slowly pulled his finger out of her and held her gaze as he dipped the same finger into his mouth and pulled it out slowly, tasting her. She tasted wonderful! All his senses were humming with desire as he looked at her and it was all he could do to keep himself from tearing the clothes right off her body.
“I want you so much, baby,” he crooned as he moved her off his lap and positioned her in a sitting position at the very edge of the bed.
He knelt in front of her, his penis erect and pointing straight towards the juncture of her thighs. Slowly, he rubbed the head of his penis against her creamy wetness, surprised to note that his hand was shaking a little.
He looked up, his gaze holding hers as he rubbed the tip of his penis against her once more in slow, torturous movements that wrenched a sob of desire from her throat.
Gentle yielding shone back at him from her big brown eyes and then just as he was about to thrust home, a loud bang shattered the silence of the night and shook the very rafters of the bunkhouse, effectively startling them out of each other’s arms.
A mixture of alarm and adrenaline surged through Christian, bringing him to his feet. His gaze flew to Tiana; her eyes were wide with fright as she hurriedly shoved her panties into place, thrust her feet into her flips flops and arranged her dress.
“What could have made that sound?” she asked as he too hastily pulled a shirt over his head.
“I don’t know. But whatever it was, it can’t be good,” he said as he hurriedly dragged on his boots and ran towards the door. “Wait here, Tiana. It could be dangerous out there.”
Her heart turned over in her chest. She had never had someone looking to protect her. “What about Jamal?”
“He’ll be safe in the house,” he yelled as he ran from the room.
Tiana fretted for about two seconds, unable to bear the strain of waiting. What if Hank, her ex-husband, was out there? He had threatened to take Jamal once he got out of prison.
A frisson of alarm worked its way down her spine like a cold finger of fear and in seconds, she was moving, running as fast as her legs could carry her. Her baby was alone, she thought with a sob. What if Hank was in the house?
The smell of burning... stuff hit her nose first as she exited the bunkhouse and then she saw the absolute chaos outside and gasped. Horses ran wild in every direction while cowboys worked furiously to try and corral as many of the animals as they could. A few yards away, great gusts of fire flew merrily into the atmosphere, burning bright and yellow against the night sky, as one of the stalls burned to the ground.
In the distance, she saw Christian shouting instructions to his men as he also tried to lead some of the horses away from the chaos. Blaring sirens signaled the arrival of the police and firemen and with a last glance at the back of Christian’s head, Tiana turned and ran into the ranch house taking the stairs two at a time. She burst into her room and straight through the connecting door to Jamal’s room.
He was not in bed!
All the blood drained from her face, blinding
“Please,” she gasped, writhing in his arms.
He slid his hand the rest of the way and gently caressed the crotch of her panties. Tiana’s hips shook, as she strained forward in his arms. She was wet, he noted, as he caressed her through her panties; dripping wet as a matter of fact.
Slowly, he edged the panties to the side and dipped a finger into her wet, tight, welcoming warmth, raising his head to her lips to swallow her cries of ecstasy.
“You are so fucking tight,” he groaned, sweat beading on his forehead as he slowly thrust his finger deep inside her to the hilt. Her vaginal muscles clamped down tightly around the finger and he groaned as he slowly pulled it out and thrust it in again.
“Please, Christian,” she gasped, his name rolling beautifully off her tongue in her New York accent. “I want you inside me! Now!”
Christian slowly pulled his finger out of her and held her gaze as he dipped the same finger into his mouth and pulled it out slowly, tasting her. She tasted wonderful! All his senses were humming with desire as he looked at her and it was all he could do to keep himself from tearing the clothes right off her body.
“I want you so much, baby,” he crooned as he moved her off his lap and positioned her in a sitting position at the very edge of the bed.
He knelt in front of her, his penis erect and pointing straight towards the juncture of her thighs. Slowly, he rubbed the head of his penis against her creamy wetness, surprised to note that his hand was shaking a little.
He looked up, his gaze holding hers as he rubbed the tip of his penis against her once more in slow, torturous movements that wrenched a sob of desire from her throat.
Gentle yielding shone back at him from her big brown eyes and then just as he was about to thrust home, a loud bang shattered the silence of the night and shook the very rafters of the bunkhouse, effectively startling them out of each other’s arms.
A mixture of alarm and adrenaline surged through Christian, bringing him to his feet. His gaze flew to Tiana; her eyes were wide with fright as she hurriedly shoved her panties into place, thrust her feet into her flips flops and arranged her dress.
“What could have made that sound?” she asked as he too hastily pulled a shirt over his head.
“I don’t know. But whatever it was, it can’t be good,” he said as he hurriedly dragged on his boots and ran towards the door. “Wait here, Tiana. It could be dangerous out there.”
Her heart turned over in her chest. She had never had someone looking to protect her. “What about Jamal?”
“He’ll be safe in the house,” he yelled as he ran from the room.
Tiana fretted for about two seconds, unable to bear the strain of waiting. What if Hank, her ex-husband, was out there? He had threatened to take Jamal once he got out of prison.
A frisson of alarm worked its way down her spine like a cold finger of fear and in seconds, she was moving, running as fast as her legs could carry her. Her baby was alone, she thought with a sob. What if Hank was in the house?
The smell of burning... stuff hit her nose first as she exited the bunkhouse and then she saw the absolute chaos outside and gasped. Horses ran wild in every direction while cowboys worked furiously to try and corral as many of the animals as they could. A few yards away, great gusts of fire flew merrily into the atmosphere, burning bright and yellow against the night sky, as one of the stalls burned to the ground.
In the distance, she saw Christian shouting instructions to his men as he also tried to lead some of the horses away from the chaos. Blaring sirens signaled the arrival of the police and firemen and with a last glance at the back of Christian’s head, Tiana turned and ran into the ranch house taking the stairs two at a time. She burst into her room and straight through the connecting door to Jamal’s room.
He was not in bed!
All the blood drained from her face, blinding
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