fingers access to her moist folds.
Swollen and oh so soft they drew him like a beacon, and, stopping briefly at
her breasts to lick and tease each nipple in turn, he continued his exploration
south.
Her scent called him, the salt of her sweat-slicked
skin a heavy aphrodisiac. He circled her clit with his thumb and allowed one
finger to enter her tight channel. Her internal walls clenched around his digit,
and he murmured soothing nonsense into her tummy, until she relaxed enough for
him to insert another finger.
"That's it, Alice, relax. I'll
make this good for you, I promise."
She grabbed hold of his hair and cried
out when he closed his lips around the little bundle of nerves and sucked. Her
very essence exploded on his tongue, and a gush of her juices aided the
tentative thrusting of his fingers into her channel. Careful not to break the
evidence of her innocence he found there he continued his exploration of her,
stretching her in preparation of his aching shaft. She ground herself against
his face, and her internal walls quivered and shook as her second orgasm pulled
her under. He sucked harder, lapping up the sweet cream filling his mouth, and
pushing her into another and another release until her screams of completion rang
in his ears.
Only then did he replace his fingers
with his cock. She was so wet and ready for him that he slid right in. She
flinched in pain when he tore through her barrier, and Lakota swore. Pushing
himself up on his arms he kept his weight off her and searched her face
anxiously for any clue as to how she was feeling.
Tear seeped out from under her closed
eyelids, and he swore again, even as the tight clasp of her cunt around his
cock felt like heaven on earth.
"Shit, I'm sorry, you're so
tight. Let me—" Before he could pull out however, Alice locked her ankles
behind his butt and lifted her hips higher. The move slid him in a deep as he
could be, and Lakota saw stars. Every sensation was heightened by the lack of
covering around his dick, as her silky hot walls grabbed his cock, and the
trembles of another orgasm rocked through her.
Her eyes flew open when he thrust; her
mouth opened in a silent O, her pupils so dilated in need there was only a
small ring of emerald visible in her orbs.
"God, Lakota, I never knew … don't
stop. Harder, please…."
The last of his restraint broke at her
breathless pleas into his ears, and he pounded into her with all the pent-up
need of the last few weeks.
Alice flew again, her fingernails
scoring his back as she came around his cock, and he, too, let go, pumping his
seed deep inside of her with an animalistic grunt of release into her sweat-dampened
neck.
He collapsed on top of her and kissed
her tears away.
"Please tell me we can do this
again, soon," Alice asked, and he laughed.
"Oh, you can count on that, my
sweet little Alice."
She smiled and snuggled into him, and
Lakota's cold heart melted like butter in a hot pan. He was so fucked.
Chapter Seven
Alice woke to hushed male
voices, and she smiled when she recognized Lakota's deep rumble. He sounded as
though he was ordering them breakfast. They could certainly do with the
nourishment this morning, after all the exercise they'd had last night.
Alice rolled over and winced
at the unfamiliar soreness between her legs. She had lost count how many times
Lakota had made love to her last night. Each time more determined than the
last, each time more tender and precious than the one before, until Alice had
cried with tears of bliss and begged him to stop. She blinked in the ray of
sunlight filtering in through the open doorway to their private terrace. Dust
motes danced lazily in that shaft of light, and she giggled. It seemed even the
Dorchester was not immune to dust.
"Tell me what's so
amusing, my sweet." Lakota's deep voice wrapped itself around her senses,
seconds before the man himself stepped into her field of vision. Her throat
went dry, and she swallowed past the sudden lump in
Swollen and oh so soft they drew him like a beacon, and, stopping briefly at
her breasts to lick and tease each nipple in turn, he continued his exploration
south.
Her scent called him, the salt of her sweat-slicked
skin a heavy aphrodisiac. He circled her clit with his thumb and allowed one
finger to enter her tight channel. Her internal walls clenched around his digit,
and he murmured soothing nonsense into her tummy, until she relaxed enough for
him to insert another finger.
"That's it, Alice, relax. I'll
make this good for you, I promise."
She grabbed hold of his hair and cried
out when he closed his lips around the little bundle of nerves and sucked. Her
very essence exploded on his tongue, and a gush of her juices aided the
tentative thrusting of his fingers into her channel. Careful not to break the
evidence of her innocence he found there he continued his exploration of her,
stretching her in preparation of his aching shaft. She ground herself against
his face, and her internal walls quivered and shook as her second orgasm pulled
her under. He sucked harder, lapping up the sweet cream filling his mouth, and
pushing her into another and another release until her screams of completion rang
in his ears.
Only then did he replace his fingers
with his cock. She was so wet and ready for him that he slid right in. She
flinched in pain when he tore through her barrier, and Lakota swore. Pushing
himself up on his arms he kept his weight off her and searched her face
anxiously for any clue as to how she was feeling.
Tear seeped out from under her closed
eyelids, and he swore again, even as the tight clasp of her cunt around his
cock felt like heaven on earth.
"Shit, I'm sorry, you're so
tight. Let me—" Before he could pull out however, Alice locked her ankles
behind his butt and lifted her hips higher. The move slid him in a deep as he
could be, and Lakota saw stars. Every sensation was heightened by the lack of
covering around his dick, as her silky hot walls grabbed his cock, and the
trembles of another orgasm rocked through her.
Her eyes flew open when he thrust; her
mouth opened in a silent O, her pupils so dilated in need there was only a
small ring of emerald visible in her orbs.
"God, Lakota, I never knew … don't
stop. Harder, please…."
The last of his restraint broke at her
breathless pleas into his ears, and he pounded into her with all the pent-up
need of the last few weeks.
Alice flew again, her fingernails
scoring his back as she came around his cock, and he, too, let go, pumping his
seed deep inside of her with an animalistic grunt of release into her sweat-dampened
neck.
He collapsed on top of her and kissed
her tears away.
"Please tell me we can do this
again, soon," Alice asked, and he laughed.
"Oh, you can count on that, my
sweet little Alice."
She smiled and snuggled into him, and
Lakota's cold heart melted like butter in a hot pan. He was so fucked.
Chapter Seven
Alice woke to hushed male
voices, and she smiled when she recognized Lakota's deep rumble. He sounded as
though he was ordering them breakfast. They could certainly do with the
nourishment this morning, after all the exercise they'd had last night.
Alice rolled over and winced
at the unfamiliar soreness between her legs. She had lost count how many times
Lakota had made love to her last night. Each time more determined than the
last, each time more tender and precious than the one before, until Alice had
cried with tears of bliss and begged him to stop. She blinked in the ray of
sunlight filtering in through the open doorway to their private terrace. Dust
motes danced lazily in that shaft of light, and she giggled. It seemed even the
Dorchester was not immune to dust.
"Tell me what's so
amusing, my sweet." Lakota's deep voice wrapped itself around her senses,
seconds before the man himself stepped into her field of vision. Her throat
went dry, and she swallowed past the sudden lump in
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