pants. Within seconds, a cock nearly as large as Dane’s burst free from the leather.
“Oooh,” the girl said, “I love it. I want to kiss it.” She immediately dropped to her knees and proceeded to kiss a path from the base of his long shaft to the tip.
“Suck me,” he said, all playfulness gone from his voice.
His partner responded without hesitation, lowering her mouth onto the rod.
Maven’s cunt contracted, watching, wondering—could she really do that to Dane? Must she? Equal parts anticipation and trepidation warred inside her. She’d sworn she would never crave him or beg him for anything, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t have to perform the fucking act with him—this included, she presumed.
When she’d first seen Lavonia do it, she’d been overcome with shock, but with her Orientation a few days behind her now, she was able to watch the pretty girl in the garden sliding her lips up and down the handsome man’s shaft with an eye toward technique, skill.
The man named Kells moaned as the girl took him deep, deeper, into her mouth. Maven doubted she’d ever possess that much expertise, but as the sight aroused her, she began to try to envision herself taking Dane’s rod between her lips. What would it feel like to have her mouth filled with something so powerful? Would it make her ill— or would it be more like feasting on some delicious delicacy?
She cringed then—at the analogy. She’d sworn she would never crave him, yet already she was thinking of him like something delicious, just as Lavonia had advised. Stop it! she commanded herself, then focused once more on the lovers in the garden.
Kells had pulled the girl to her feet and now tugged on the leather bodice of her dress until a hook popped free, revealing her breasts. Smaller than Maven’s own, they were nonetheless pert and pretty, the girl’s pale pink nipples hard. Kells closed his hands over both, squeezing and massaging until she moaned.
“Fuck me,” she said softly. “Fuck me right here in the grass.” She lay down beneath the rose trellis and lifted her dress to her waist.
Kells groaned at the sight and dropped to his knees between her spread legs. He bent over, delivering one long, slow lick to the whole length of her bared pussy, then
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slid his shaft inside her so smoothly that Maven didn’t quite believe it had actually gone in until she heard the girl say, “Mmm, your cock fills me so well.”
“And your lovely pussy swallows it so easily,” he replied, beginning to thrust inside her.
Maven absently reached down to press her hand over her breast, finding her nipplepointed and erect. Ares, why does watching sex feel like torture? So many feelings swirledinside her that she could scarcely understand them.
As Kells drove his shaft into the girl again and again, his movements becoming harder, harsher, Maven’s free hand ventured down beneath the short dress she wore, between her thighs. She wasn’t surprised to find herself wet there, yet the sensation on her fingers and skittering through her body still shocked her. She’d grown to want sex so badly these past days—but not with Dane.
Perhaps with anyone but Dane. Donnell. Or this man before her now. Ares above,she’d sooner writhe around with the pretty girl beneath Kells than with her husband-to-be.
Truthfully, he was not repulsive to her physically. It was all that their marriagestood for that repelled her so deeply. That, and fear. Of that enormous cock. Of how forcefully he might fuck. Despite the calm tones she’d heard him use, the fiercer onesthat always followed assured her he would be the same ruffian in bed that she’d heardhe was in other aspects of life.
Outside, Kells’ tempo grew more and more wild until finally he let out a mighty groan, lunging against his partner one, two, three
“Oooh,” the girl said, “I love it. I want to kiss it.” She immediately dropped to her knees and proceeded to kiss a path from the base of his long shaft to the tip.
“Suck me,” he said, all playfulness gone from his voice.
His partner responded without hesitation, lowering her mouth onto the rod.
Maven’s cunt contracted, watching, wondering—could she really do that to Dane? Must she? Equal parts anticipation and trepidation warred inside her. She’d sworn she would never crave him or beg him for anything, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t have to perform the fucking act with him—this included, she presumed.
When she’d first seen Lavonia do it, she’d been overcome with shock, but with her Orientation a few days behind her now, she was able to watch the pretty girl in the garden sliding her lips up and down the handsome man’s shaft with an eye toward technique, skill.
The man named Kells moaned as the girl took him deep, deeper, into her mouth. Maven doubted she’d ever possess that much expertise, but as the sight aroused her, she began to try to envision herself taking Dane’s rod between her lips. What would it feel like to have her mouth filled with something so powerful? Would it make her ill— or would it be more like feasting on some delicious delicacy?
She cringed then—at the analogy. She’d sworn she would never crave him, yet already she was thinking of him like something delicious, just as Lavonia had advised. Stop it! she commanded herself, then focused once more on the lovers in the garden.
Kells had pulled the girl to her feet and now tugged on the leather bodice of her dress until a hook popped free, revealing her breasts. Smaller than Maven’s own, they were nonetheless pert and pretty, the girl’s pale pink nipples hard. Kells closed his hands over both, squeezing and massaging until she moaned.
“Fuck me,” she said softly. “Fuck me right here in the grass.” She lay down beneath the rose trellis and lifted her dress to her waist.
Kells groaned at the sight and dropped to his knees between her spread legs. He bent over, delivering one long, slow lick to the whole length of her bared pussy, then
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slid his shaft inside her so smoothly that Maven didn’t quite believe it had actually gone in until she heard the girl say, “Mmm, your cock fills me so well.”
“And your lovely pussy swallows it so easily,” he replied, beginning to thrust inside her.
Maven absently reached down to press her hand over her breast, finding her nipplepointed and erect. Ares, why does watching sex feel like torture? So many feelings swirledinside her that she could scarcely understand them.
As Kells drove his shaft into the girl again and again, his movements becoming harder, harsher, Maven’s free hand ventured down beneath the short dress she wore, between her thighs. She wasn’t surprised to find herself wet there, yet the sensation on her fingers and skittering through her body still shocked her. She’d grown to want sex so badly these past days—but not with Dane.
Perhaps with anyone but Dane. Donnell. Or this man before her now. Ares above,she’d sooner writhe around with the pretty girl beneath Kells than with her husband-to-be.
Truthfully, he was not repulsive to her physically. It was all that their marriagestood for that repelled her so deeply. That, and fear. Of that enormous cock. Of how forcefully he might fuck. Despite the calm tones she’d heard him use, the fiercer onesthat always followed assured her he would be the same ruffian in bed that she’d heardhe was in other aspects of life.
Outside, Kells’ tempo grew more and more wild until finally he let out a mighty groan, lunging against his partner one, two, three
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