her mind – her lust for
the headmaster. He was all she heard and saw, and she twisted round
in desperation to try to tell him so. No words would pass the tight
lump constricting her throat, though, so with a loud sob she
reached up to fist his hair and draw his mouth towards hers.
He instantly
obliged by giving her the impassioned kiss she craved, brief yet
bruising and laden with the same hunger she felt for him. When he
pulled back again, Amelia was convinced he was finally ready to
claim her, and fierce elation exploded inside her when he reached
between her thighs to firmly stroke her cunt. It welcomed his
intimate touch, and he effortlessly slipped one finger into her as
his breath quickened, then he withdrew it and with a low, muttered
curse, eased the handle of the riding crop inside her.
She instantly
pushed down against it with a mewling whimper, for the heat of
Cooper’s hand still warmed the wooden shaft. She could almost
imagine that it was his cock instead, but she knew that when that
glorious moment came he would hold nothing back. Aching from head
to toe for that to commence, she threw her head back and obediently
rocked on the handle as his deft fingers teased at her slit and he
hoarsely spoke once more.
“Aye, I know
that is good, my Amelia, but my cock will feel so much better – and
you are ready for it, are you not? D’ye want my cock now?”
He tossed the
crop aside and Amelia writhed senselessly against him, craving his
cock to replace it inside her cunt. It seemed the unguarded hunger
in her wide eyes was enough to tear apart every last shred of his
self-restraint, for with a desperate groan he seized hold of her
waist, bent her over the edge of the bed and buried his cock inside
her in one deep, slick thrust that had her arching in glorious and
unbound ecstasy. Her head was spinning and she was intoxicated,
drunk on the exhilarating rush of the way his cock filled her so
completely. All she could do was rock her hips in time with the
already frantic rhythm he set as he pounded into her, for it seemed
he was just as desperate to reach his climax as she was.
Cooper’s
fingers tightened around her waist each time he drew back to thrust
deeply into her once more. She knew without a doubt that morning
would bring a distinctive pattern of bruises to recall to them both
the passion they shared under the watchful gaze of the moon, but
Amelia knew too that no reminder would be needed. She would never
be able to forget this, for no other man could come close to making
her feel the way the headmaster did. She felt alive in a way she
never had before, and each thrust of his cock only drove her closer
to the precipice they were hurtling towards.
Consumed by
him, she twisted her head back in desperate search of his mouth so
that she could tell him without words the strength of the passion
she felt for him. The headmaster clearly knew her body so well now
that he understood instantly what she needed, for with a harsh and
triumphant groan he wrapped his body around hers, one hand shooting
up to squeeze her breasts as his mouth slammed down onto hers.
Amelia cried
out into his mouth in stunned, dizzying elation, for his possessive
dominance of her body thrilled her. The rougher he was, the closer
her climax came, and she wordlessly urged him on by pushing her
breasts into his hand, caring nothing for the pain she would feel
come the morning when his tongue wrapped around hers and he sharply
pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It was all
worth it - even all she had sacrificed to him in return for this
was worth it.
She reached up
one wildly shaking hand to rest against Cooper’s jaw as he broke
the kiss to gasp for breath, still furiously thrusting into her so
hard that the weight of his body crushed her against the cotton
sheets. “Please, sir!” she sobbed, wholly in submission to the
desire she saw in his eyes. “I cannot bear it much longer, Mr.
Cooper, you must let me come for
the headmaster. He was all she heard and saw, and she twisted round
in desperation to try to tell him so. No words would pass the tight
lump constricting her throat, though, so with a loud sob she
reached up to fist his hair and draw his mouth towards hers.
He instantly
obliged by giving her the impassioned kiss she craved, brief yet
bruising and laden with the same hunger she felt for him. When he
pulled back again, Amelia was convinced he was finally ready to
claim her, and fierce elation exploded inside her when he reached
between her thighs to firmly stroke her cunt. It welcomed his
intimate touch, and he effortlessly slipped one finger into her as
his breath quickened, then he withdrew it and with a low, muttered
curse, eased the handle of the riding crop inside her.
She instantly
pushed down against it with a mewling whimper, for the heat of
Cooper’s hand still warmed the wooden shaft. She could almost
imagine that it was his cock instead, but she knew that when that
glorious moment came he would hold nothing back. Aching from head
to toe for that to commence, she threw her head back and obediently
rocked on the handle as his deft fingers teased at her slit and he
hoarsely spoke once more.
“Aye, I know
that is good, my Amelia, but my cock will feel so much better – and
you are ready for it, are you not? D’ye want my cock now?”
He tossed the
crop aside and Amelia writhed senselessly against him, craving his
cock to replace it inside her cunt. It seemed the unguarded hunger
in her wide eyes was enough to tear apart every last shred of his
self-restraint, for with a desperate groan he seized hold of her
waist, bent her over the edge of the bed and buried his cock inside
her in one deep, slick thrust that had her arching in glorious and
unbound ecstasy. Her head was spinning and she was intoxicated,
drunk on the exhilarating rush of the way his cock filled her so
completely. All she could do was rock her hips in time with the
already frantic rhythm he set as he pounded into her, for it seemed
he was just as desperate to reach his climax as she was.
Cooper’s
fingers tightened around her waist each time he drew back to thrust
deeply into her once more. She knew without a doubt that morning
would bring a distinctive pattern of bruises to recall to them both
the passion they shared under the watchful gaze of the moon, but
Amelia knew too that no reminder would be needed. She would never
be able to forget this, for no other man could come close to making
her feel the way the headmaster did. She felt alive in a way she
never had before, and each thrust of his cock only drove her closer
to the precipice they were hurtling towards.
Consumed by
him, she twisted her head back in desperate search of his mouth so
that she could tell him without words the strength of the passion
she felt for him. The headmaster clearly knew her body so well now
that he understood instantly what she needed, for with a harsh and
triumphant groan he wrapped his body around hers, one hand shooting
up to squeeze her breasts as his mouth slammed down onto hers.
Amelia cried
out into his mouth in stunned, dizzying elation, for his possessive
dominance of her body thrilled her. The rougher he was, the closer
her climax came, and she wordlessly urged him on by pushing her
breasts into his hand, caring nothing for the pain she would feel
come the morning when his tongue wrapped around hers and he sharply
pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It was all
worth it - even all she had sacrificed to him in return for this
was worth it.
She reached up
one wildly shaking hand to rest against Cooper’s jaw as he broke
the kiss to gasp for breath, still furiously thrusting into her so
hard that the weight of his body crushed her against the cotton
sheets. “Please, sir!” she sobbed, wholly in submission to the
desire she saw in his eyes. “I cannot bear it much longer, Mr.
Cooper, you must let me come for
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