filling the air around them.
“Ian, I’m begging you…” she cried out then, panting for air, fighting for release.
“Please, Ian, let me come, I’ve waited too long to come…”
He stilled, ignoring her frantic cries as her hips bucked against his.
“You’ve never come?” He closed his eyes in defeat, fighting the suspicion, the knowledge that he might not have her virginity, but he would have her innocence all the same.
“Never.” Her cry was one of desperation. “And if you don’t finish this, Ian, so help me, I just might kill you.”
She was so close. Courtney could feel the building tension in her pussy, the tightening of her womb, the tingles of electric pleasure moving up her spine as Ian continued to stroke and torment that secret place inside her cunt that she had no hope of reaching herself.
She had read about it. But had never been able to find just the right spot, with just the right touch to induce the levels of sensation Ian was building within her.
Her nails clawed at the wall as she felt his fingertip caress the sensitive area, felt the desperate, raging hunger rising higher than it ever had before. Perspiration built between her breasts, along her brow. She could feel a million different sensations racing just beneath her flesh, fueling her pleasure as the blood raced through her veins.
She could feel Ian behind her, solid, muscular, the heat of his body searing into her back as his hand parted her thighs, his finger parted the muscles of her pussy.
“More, Ian.” She couldn’t contain the wild gasp that escaped her lips. “Please more.”
She moved against his hand, lifting herself on tiptoes before lowering again, creating the barest amount of friction against the clenching muscles gripping his finger as it invaded her cunt.
“Easy, baby,” he crooned at her ear, his voice dark, velvety rough. “Just let it feel good for now. Let it build, Courtney.”
She whimpered at the gentleness in his voice. It wasn’t his gentleness she needed.
Never that.
“Are you going to spank me now, Uncle Ian?” She could barely focus enough to speak. “I’ve been very naughty.”
He tightened behind her, his breathing growing heavier at her ear.
“Don’t tempt me, little girl,” he growled as the arm loosened around her stomach to allow his hand to move to the curve of one swollen breast.
Her nipple ached, it was so hard and tight.
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Lora Leigh
“Do I tempt you?” Her back arched as he cupped the supple weight of her breast, his fingers unerringly finding the thrusting tip.
“You tempt me,” he admitted roughly. “Too much.”
His fingers tightened on her nipple, pulling at the tender tip as his finger moved slowly within her pussy. The tiny bit of friction had the blood racing through her system, her juices rushing from her cunt as she clenched on his finger, fighting for release.
Finally. After years of useless, hopeless masturbation, erotic dreams, and a hunger that had nearly drove her crazy. Finally, she was within sight of a measure of satisfaction. Nothing else mattered now. Only the climax, the release and Ian’s touch.
He chuckled in amusement, his voice low as he whispered, “Do you think it’s going to be that easy.”
Before she could stop him, before she could do more than cry out in longing, his finger moved from her inner core, his hand raising as he pulled her back against his chest and slid the syrup-laden finger over her lower lip.
She tasted herself as pleasure punched her womb, stealing her breath.
She licked at his retreating finger, her tongue swiping over her lip as he groaned, a low, hungry sound, at her ear.
“Now there’s a good girl,” he whispered in approval as he moved her back.
The world tilted around her. Her hands reached out as he turned her quickly, pulling her over his lap as he sat on the mattress of the bed and pushed her gown over her hips before lifting it free of her body.
His hand landed on her rear.
There was
“Ian, I’m begging you…” she cried out then, panting for air, fighting for release.
“Please, Ian, let me come, I’ve waited too long to come…”
He stilled, ignoring her frantic cries as her hips bucked against his.
“You’ve never come?” He closed his eyes in defeat, fighting the suspicion, the knowledge that he might not have her virginity, but he would have her innocence all the same.
“Never.” Her cry was one of desperation. “And if you don’t finish this, Ian, so help me, I just might kill you.”
She was so close. Courtney could feel the building tension in her pussy, the tightening of her womb, the tingles of electric pleasure moving up her spine as Ian continued to stroke and torment that secret place inside her cunt that she had no hope of reaching herself.
She had read about it. But had never been able to find just the right spot, with just the right touch to induce the levels of sensation Ian was building within her.
Her nails clawed at the wall as she felt his fingertip caress the sensitive area, felt the desperate, raging hunger rising higher than it ever had before. Perspiration built between her breasts, along her brow. She could feel a million different sensations racing just beneath her flesh, fueling her pleasure as the blood raced through her veins.
She could feel Ian behind her, solid, muscular, the heat of his body searing into her back as his hand parted her thighs, his finger parted the muscles of her pussy.
“More, Ian.” She couldn’t contain the wild gasp that escaped her lips. “Please more.”
She moved against his hand, lifting herself on tiptoes before lowering again, creating the barest amount of friction against the clenching muscles gripping his finger as it invaded her cunt.
“Easy, baby,” he crooned at her ear, his voice dark, velvety rough. “Just let it feel good for now. Let it build, Courtney.”
She whimpered at the gentleness in his voice. It wasn’t his gentleness she needed.
Never that.
“Are you going to spank me now, Uncle Ian?” She could barely focus enough to speak. “I’ve been very naughty.”
He tightened behind her, his breathing growing heavier at her ear.
“Don’t tempt me, little girl,” he growled as the arm loosened around her stomach to allow his hand to move to the curve of one swollen breast.
Her nipple ached, it was so hard and tight.
55
Lora Leigh
“Do I tempt you?” Her back arched as he cupped the supple weight of her breast, his fingers unerringly finding the thrusting tip.
“You tempt me,” he admitted roughly. “Too much.”
His fingers tightened on her nipple, pulling at the tender tip as his finger moved slowly within her pussy. The tiny bit of friction had the blood racing through her system, her juices rushing from her cunt as she clenched on his finger, fighting for release.
Finally. After years of useless, hopeless masturbation, erotic dreams, and a hunger that had nearly drove her crazy. Finally, she was within sight of a measure of satisfaction. Nothing else mattered now. Only the climax, the release and Ian’s touch.
He chuckled in amusement, his voice low as he whispered, “Do you think it’s going to be that easy.”
Before she could stop him, before she could do more than cry out in longing, his finger moved from her inner core, his hand raising as he pulled her back against his chest and slid the syrup-laden finger over her lower lip.
She tasted herself as pleasure punched her womb, stealing her breath.
She licked at his retreating finger, her tongue swiping over her lip as he groaned, a low, hungry sound, at her ear.
“Now there’s a good girl,” he whispered in approval as he moved her back.
The world tilted around her. Her hands reached out as he turned her quickly, pulling her over his lap as he sat on the mattress of the bed and pushed her gown over her hips before lifting it free of her body.
His hand landed on her rear.
There was
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