my story,” she said in her defense. “Besides, I love looking at you.”
His lips quirked into an arrogant smile at her admission. “If you will not cooperate and insist on foiling this, then it seems only right that I get to act out my fantasy.” He took up the blindfold. Using his teeth he rent the silk then tore the long cloth into two pieces. While she still lay upon the satin coverlet he dragged it toward a stand of trees. His erection bobbed enticingly above her. After making her sit up, he placed a couple of pillows beneath her back propping her against a tree.
He searched through his discarded clothing and returned with his cravat. He used it to lash her wrists together. Her pulse raced as he lifted one leg so that her knee hovered just above her breast. In this exposed and splayed condition, she watched as he fastened her ankle to a tree that stood some inches from the first one. He followed suit with her other leg, securing it to a third tree. Her bottom was angled skyward. She was completely at his mercy.
With a hungry gaze, he kneeled at her bottom and rubbed his oiled hands together. When his fingers touched her, they felt almost hot. He rubbed from the back of her thighs to her bottom until she was squirming. She wanted him to delve inside her. In response to her movements, he gave her open pussy a stinging little slap which only increased the craving.
Eager for relief, she moved her tied hands between her thighs and touched herself.
He stopped what he was doing, mesmerized by the way she played with herself. “Impatient wench,” he said, his voice raw. He peeled her hands away and sucked the
cream from her fingers. She held her breath as he lowered his head. His black hair felt
like silk against her inner thighs. His tongue tasted all of her, from the cleft of her buttock to her golden curls. Over and over he rubbed his tongue along her most intimate parts until she trembled with desire. Then his tongue dove inside her. Rigid and long, it licked deep into her. He kissed her there as he had her mouth, plundering her with his tongue until her quim clenched deliciously against the assault.
He whipped off the restraining bonds and had her roll over on her stomach, rebinding her hands behind her back. He fit soft pillows beneath her, raising her bottom higher and higher until it jutted upward like an invitation to be fucked. He splayed her knees and the cool air against the wet heat of her quim made a sensuous shiver run through her body.
Ryder’s hands shook as he picked up the almond oil bottle. He dribbled a small amount on the crack of her buttocks and watched its slow delicious descent over her exposed pussy. He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to resist shoving his cock into her. But he wanted her as greedy and desperate for him as he was for her. He traced the rim of her anus with his finger. She jolted. It was time for her to realize that there were no restrictions, that every inch of her lovely body was his to exploit. He pushed his finger into the tight, puckered hole. She pressed her face into the satin coverlet, muffling a cry.
“Relax,” he said, and with his other hand he rubbed her clitoris. He dragged out his finger and then inserted it again. He repeated the movement over and over, and soon she began arching her bottom up to meet his thrusting finger.
It made his heart thunder in his chest to realize she would not deny him anything. He settled himself between her legs, his hands spreading her buttocks, and pressed his cock to her pussy. She climaxed the instant he pushed inside of her. Gritting his teeth, he willed himself to be an automaton, to not think about the fact that she had the sweetest, tightest sheath he’d ever enjoyed. He would brand himself on her mind so that no man in her future would be able to completely erase the memory of him. Fighting release, he set a driving rhythm, plunging himself to the hilt with each thrust. He snaked his hand
His lips quirked into an arrogant smile at her admission. “If you will not cooperate and insist on foiling this, then it seems only right that I get to act out my fantasy.” He took up the blindfold. Using his teeth he rent the silk then tore the long cloth into two pieces. While she still lay upon the satin coverlet he dragged it toward a stand of trees. His erection bobbed enticingly above her. After making her sit up, he placed a couple of pillows beneath her back propping her against a tree.
He searched through his discarded clothing and returned with his cravat. He used it to lash her wrists together. Her pulse raced as he lifted one leg so that her knee hovered just above her breast. In this exposed and splayed condition, she watched as he fastened her ankle to a tree that stood some inches from the first one. He followed suit with her other leg, securing it to a third tree. Her bottom was angled skyward. She was completely at his mercy.
With a hungry gaze, he kneeled at her bottom and rubbed his oiled hands together. When his fingers touched her, they felt almost hot. He rubbed from the back of her thighs to her bottom until she was squirming. She wanted him to delve inside her. In response to her movements, he gave her open pussy a stinging little slap which only increased the craving.
Eager for relief, she moved her tied hands between her thighs and touched herself.
He stopped what he was doing, mesmerized by the way she played with herself. “Impatient wench,” he said, his voice raw. He peeled her hands away and sucked the
cream from her fingers. She held her breath as he lowered his head. His black hair felt
like silk against her inner thighs. His tongue tasted all of her, from the cleft of her buttock to her golden curls. Over and over he rubbed his tongue along her most intimate parts until she trembled with desire. Then his tongue dove inside her. Rigid and long, it licked deep into her. He kissed her there as he had her mouth, plundering her with his tongue until her quim clenched deliciously against the assault.
He whipped off the restraining bonds and had her roll over on her stomach, rebinding her hands behind her back. He fit soft pillows beneath her, raising her bottom higher and higher until it jutted upward like an invitation to be fucked. He splayed her knees and the cool air against the wet heat of her quim made a sensuous shiver run through her body.
Ryder’s hands shook as he picked up the almond oil bottle. He dribbled a small amount on the crack of her buttocks and watched its slow delicious descent over her exposed pussy. He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to resist shoving his cock into her. But he wanted her as greedy and desperate for him as he was for her. He traced the rim of her anus with his finger. She jolted. It was time for her to realize that there were no restrictions, that every inch of her lovely body was his to exploit. He pushed his finger into the tight, puckered hole. She pressed her face into the satin coverlet, muffling a cry.
“Relax,” he said, and with his other hand he rubbed her clitoris. He dragged out his finger and then inserted it again. He repeated the movement over and over, and soon she began arching her bottom up to meet his thrusting finger.
It made his heart thunder in his chest to realize she would not deny him anything. He settled himself between her legs, his hands spreading her buttocks, and pressed his cock to her pussy. She climaxed the instant he pushed inside of her. Gritting his teeth, he willed himself to be an automaton, to not think about the fact that she had the sweetest, tightest sheath he’d ever enjoyed. He would brand himself on her mind so that no man in her future would be able to completely erase the memory of him. Fighting release, he set a driving rhythm, plunging himself to the hilt with each thrust. He snaked his hand
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