thighs.
She tips her head back, and all that damp, tightly kinked hair flows over her smooth shoulders as her gray eyes light on my face.
“You know how to touch me.”
I incline my head. I trained the women to be gentle lovers, needy—compliant. But for my own needs, taking was the method that comes easily.
“I take. Touching you as I am is a new experience.”
Her delicate brows meet. “You can't fake this.” She reaches out, touching the wrist of my right hand, and I pause in my caress, waiting.
She places my hand on the mound of her sex, and I tip my hand to the side and bury the lower palm of my hand between her slit, splitting her pussy lips.
“Ah,” she breathes. “Are we in danger?”
My eyes meet hers as I flex my fingers, opening her flesh like a flower. “Yes.”
“Why is that a turn-on?” Marissa falls backward, widening her legs with an abandon she didn't have a few moments ago.
I do not reply. Instead, I dip my head to her pussy again and take a long, wet lick—the entrance to the bud of her clit—and her hips rise in time with the motion of my tongue.
“God!” she says.
I smirk. No heavenly deity has anything to do with my actions. I suck one side of her pussy, sweeping my lips across her entrance, grazing the wetness there and lifting it to the other side.
I nibble.
Marissa moans.
“Stop,” she says in a hoarse cry, fisting the sheets on either side of her torso.
“ Non .” I change my rhythm, plunging my tongue inside her wet hole, and she cries out.
I withdraw, stabbing forward again. Her wetness grabs at my wet organ, and I breathe against her.
Marissa shudders her pleasure in a choked gasp.
I use the flat of my palms to spread her legs so wide I know it is at the point of pain.
She lifts her head. “I should say no.”
“But you will not.”
She shakes her head. “No. I want you to sex me, Shepard. I don't want to be a virgin if the fucking French family gets to me. I want to know what it will be like to want sex—here—now. With you.” She places her hand on her entrance, and I close my eyes against the images of what she told me she suffered.
We suffered.
Not together. Apart. But the same things occurred to us in different countries. A lack of humanity does not recognize borders of geography, gender, or age.
The void of compassion survives regardless. Like the rats, cockroaches. Evil.
I fist my cock, and her eyes widen. Not in pleasure.
The expression is familiar to me. Once I could have ignored it and plunged myself home, ridding the cherry of her innocence in one fell swoop—if she had not been auctioned to another.
With Marissa, it is different. I soften under her fear.
Then she nods. Lifting herself up on an elbow, she wraps me with her hand, and I go hard again. “Do it. Save me, Shepard.”
Those are words I never thought I would hear uttered. They are used now in this stolen time.
“It will hurt,” I breathe through my desire.
Marissa nods again. “I'm meant to have a man here.”
She guides me toward her.
I fill the front of her, the head of me plugging her beautifully. She's so tight it is almost painful. A sweet pain.
But for once I can feel every slick inch, enjoy the untried velvet of a woman I have potential with.
To be a companion of.
If the powers that be see fit to give me a second chance in this life. A way to see past the current ordeal and into the next chapter.
I rock deeper and hit the barrier of her innocence.
Marissa blinks up at me. Once. Pewter desire washes over me.
I thrust hard, tearing through what she managed to preserve.
Marissa yells, tears sliding out from between her clenched lids. “Ow!” she says through gritted teeth.
I throb inside her, my cock begging to be set free of release.
My hand pats down the side of the bed. I find what I'm looking for and ease out of her.
I sit back on my heels and crack open the lid of the lube, pour a liberal amount on my hand, and work my cock over until it's
She tips her head back, and all that damp, tightly kinked hair flows over her smooth shoulders as her gray eyes light on my face.
“You know how to touch me.”
I incline my head. I trained the women to be gentle lovers, needy—compliant. But for my own needs, taking was the method that comes easily.
“I take. Touching you as I am is a new experience.”
Her delicate brows meet. “You can't fake this.” She reaches out, touching the wrist of my right hand, and I pause in my caress, waiting.
She places my hand on the mound of her sex, and I tip my hand to the side and bury the lower palm of my hand between her slit, splitting her pussy lips.
“Ah,” she breathes. “Are we in danger?”
My eyes meet hers as I flex my fingers, opening her flesh like a flower. “Yes.”
“Why is that a turn-on?” Marissa falls backward, widening her legs with an abandon she didn't have a few moments ago.
I do not reply. Instead, I dip my head to her pussy again and take a long, wet lick—the entrance to the bud of her clit—and her hips rise in time with the motion of my tongue.
“God!” she says.
I smirk. No heavenly deity has anything to do with my actions. I suck one side of her pussy, sweeping my lips across her entrance, grazing the wetness there and lifting it to the other side.
I nibble.
Marissa moans.
“Stop,” she says in a hoarse cry, fisting the sheets on either side of her torso.
“ Non .” I change my rhythm, plunging my tongue inside her wet hole, and she cries out.
I withdraw, stabbing forward again. Her wetness grabs at my wet organ, and I breathe against her.
Marissa shudders her pleasure in a choked gasp.
I use the flat of my palms to spread her legs so wide I know it is at the point of pain.
She lifts her head. “I should say no.”
“But you will not.”
She shakes her head. “No. I want you to sex me, Shepard. I don't want to be a virgin if the fucking French family gets to me. I want to know what it will be like to want sex—here—now. With you.” She places her hand on her entrance, and I close my eyes against the images of what she told me she suffered.
We suffered.
Not together. Apart. But the same things occurred to us in different countries. A lack of humanity does not recognize borders of geography, gender, or age.
The void of compassion survives regardless. Like the rats, cockroaches. Evil.
I fist my cock, and her eyes widen. Not in pleasure.
The expression is familiar to me. Once I could have ignored it and plunged myself home, ridding the cherry of her innocence in one fell swoop—if she had not been auctioned to another.
With Marissa, it is different. I soften under her fear.
Then she nods. Lifting herself up on an elbow, she wraps me with her hand, and I go hard again. “Do it. Save me, Shepard.”
Those are words I never thought I would hear uttered. They are used now in this stolen time.
“It will hurt,” I breathe through my desire.
Marissa nods again. “I'm meant to have a man here.”
She guides me toward her.
I fill the front of her, the head of me plugging her beautifully. She's so tight it is almost painful. A sweet pain.
But for once I can feel every slick inch, enjoy the untried velvet of a woman I have potential with.
To be a companion of.
If the powers that be see fit to give me a second chance in this life. A way to see past the current ordeal and into the next chapter.
I rock deeper and hit the barrier of her innocence.
Marissa blinks up at me. Once. Pewter desire washes over me.
I thrust hard, tearing through what she managed to preserve.
Marissa yells, tears sliding out from between her clenched lids. “Ow!” she says through gritted teeth.
I throb inside her, my cock begging to be set free of release.
My hand pats down the side of the bed. I find what I'm looking for and ease out of her.
I sit back on my heels and crack open the lid of the lube, pour a liberal amount on my hand, and work my cock over until it's
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