aligned the length of my back so his voice was right at my ear.
"No," I gasped at one rough thrust.
"Am I being kind?"
"You're...you're not hurting me."
His fingers on my nipples pinched down. Roughly. And I came. I screamed, the sharp near pain of his assault on my nipples combined with his cock rubbing and stroking over that secret place within me did it. I was flung from the mountaintop without any wings, falling, falling, yet safe in Finn's arms.
"Good girl. Such a good girl," he crooned as I went slack in his hold, my sweaty fingers slipping from the bars. "Don't let go, baby."
I gripped the metal harder.
"A little pain can bring pleasure, Caro. And yet, it's not being cruel. A cruelty would be denying you your orgasm. You're so beautiful when you come. Do you want to come again?" He growled the last as he continued to rock in and out of my very depths.
I licked my lips, swallowed against a dry throat. How did he do it? How could he make me come again? And again? "Yes."
Reaching between us, he rubbed a finger over that spot. "There's your clit. It's so hard. I'm going to come so hard. I want to take you with me."
He worked that little nub, my clit, as he fucked me. This was definitely fucking. It was primal, sweaty, rough, just as he said. And I loved it.
I was too sensitive, too ready to come again to even consider holding back. This time, the orgasm was softer, yet no less intense, rolling through me like thunderclouds after that quick burst of lightning.
Finn came, too. This time I knew what to expect. I felt his cock grow impossibly larger on the last stroke, holding himself deep. His seed, hot and thick, filled me to overflowing. Again.
Pulling me down with him, my fingers slipped from the rail so we lay like two spoons in a drawer, his cock still buried deep, still joined as one, his sticky essence coating our thighs.
"There. Fucked by an outlaw."
I felt Finn slip into sleep directly after his words, his hold going lax, his breath evening against my neck.
That...that had been, wow. My body still tingled and pulsed from his most aggressive attentions. That hadn't just been a claiming, but a demonstration. He was showing me that not all men were cruel. That he wasn't cruel. Nor was he always kind or considerate. I'd always wanted a man who was the antithesis of my father. Gentle, mild, calm. Finn was not that kind of man. Not at all. He had dominated my body, through soft caresses or hard fucking, and I'd readily submitted. And, it seemed, I was well and fine with that.
CHAPTER SEVEN
FINN
We rode up to the ranch house late the next morning. I let Caroline sleep as long as possible until I couldn't hold off any longer. I'd woken with my usual hard cock, but for the first time, I had a woman to slake my need. I'd had women in my time, but none had ever been in my bed. Caroline was the first. And last.
I tugged the sheet off her body so I could look my fill as she lay unknowing. Her breasts were plump and full in comparison to her small waist. I wanted to reach out and cup them, feel their softness in my palms. The curls between her thighs, so silky soft and pale, would have to go. I wanted to feel only her slick flesh against my tongue, which would only make my efforts that much more sensitive for her. Dried seed coated her thighs, tinged with her virgin's blood. I'd wiped some of the combination away, but my emissions were copious. There was no question she would swell with my child before fall.
She was pure temptation and I was weak when it came to slaking my needs. I wanted to take the jar of ointment down from the shelf and begin to train her ass for my cock, but not now. Later, definitely. My cock had other plans. And so I rolled her on top of me, moved her legs to rest on either side of mine and slipped into her. She came awake as I buried myself deep.
"Ride me, Caroline," I commanded, my voice rough from sleep and need.
"I...I don't know how," she whispered.
Helping her sit up,
"No," I gasped at one rough thrust.
"Am I being kind?"
"You're...you're not hurting me."
His fingers on my nipples pinched down. Roughly. And I came. I screamed, the sharp near pain of his assault on my nipples combined with his cock rubbing and stroking over that secret place within me did it. I was flung from the mountaintop without any wings, falling, falling, yet safe in Finn's arms.
"Good girl. Such a good girl," he crooned as I went slack in his hold, my sweaty fingers slipping from the bars. "Don't let go, baby."
I gripped the metal harder.
"A little pain can bring pleasure, Caro. And yet, it's not being cruel. A cruelty would be denying you your orgasm. You're so beautiful when you come. Do you want to come again?" He growled the last as he continued to rock in and out of my very depths.
I licked my lips, swallowed against a dry throat. How did he do it? How could he make me come again? And again? "Yes."
Reaching between us, he rubbed a finger over that spot. "There's your clit. It's so hard. I'm going to come so hard. I want to take you with me."
He worked that little nub, my clit, as he fucked me. This was definitely fucking. It was primal, sweaty, rough, just as he said. And I loved it.
I was too sensitive, too ready to come again to even consider holding back. This time, the orgasm was softer, yet no less intense, rolling through me like thunderclouds after that quick burst of lightning.
Finn came, too. This time I knew what to expect. I felt his cock grow impossibly larger on the last stroke, holding himself deep. His seed, hot and thick, filled me to overflowing. Again.
Pulling me down with him, my fingers slipped from the rail so we lay like two spoons in a drawer, his cock still buried deep, still joined as one, his sticky essence coating our thighs.
"There. Fucked by an outlaw."
I felt Finn slip into sleep directly after his words, his hold going lax, his breath evening against my neck.
That...that had been, wow. My body still tingled and pulsed from his most aggressive attentions. That hadn't just been a claiming, but a demonstration. He was showing me that not all men were cruel. That he wasn't cruel. Nor was he always kind or considerate. I'd always wanted a man who was the antithesis of my father. Gentle, mild, calm. Finn was not that kind of man. Not at all. He had dominated my body, through soft caresses or hard fucking, and I'd readily submitted. And, it seemed, I was well and fine with that.
CHAPTER SEVEN
FINN
We rode up to the ranch house late the next morning. I let Caroline sleep as long as possible until I couldn't hold off any longer. I'd woken with my usual hard cock, but for the first time, I had a woman to slake my need. I'd had women in my time, but none had ever been in my bed. Caroline was the first. And last.
I tugged the sheet off her body so I could look my fill as she lay unknowing. Her breasts were plump and full in comparison to her small waist. I wanted to reach out and cup them, feel their softness in my palms. The curls between her thighs, so silky soft and pale, would have to go. I wanted to feel only her slick flesh against my tongue, which would only make my efforts that much more sensitive for her. Dried seed coated her thighs, tinged with her virgin's blood. I'd wiped some of the combination away, but my emissions were copious. There was no question she would swell with my child before fall.
She was pure temptation and I was weak when it came to slaking my needs. I wanted to take the jar of ointment down from the shelf and begin to train her ass for my cock, but not now. Later, definitely. My cock had other plans. And so I rolled her on top of me, moved her legs to rest on either side of mine and slipped into her. She came awake as I buried myself deep.
"Ride me, Caroline," I commanded, my voice rough from sleep and need.
"I...I don't know how," she whispered.
Helping her sit up,
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