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Authors: Vivienne Westlake
Tags: Fiction, historcal romance
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goods were sampled well before the wedding.”
He placed a little kiss on her nose.
Her hand reached for her belly. “Surely you don’t think?”
“Would you rather I wait, then, to take you?”
Oh, he hoped to the Lord that she said no. He’d held himself in check, but his prick ached for release. And both he and his straining shaft would prefer to have it inside of her. Eight years was a hell of a long time for foreplay.
She exhaled. “Why wait, Simon? We’ve waited so long already.”
The words lit a fire across his heart. A fire which trailed down to his throbbing cock, consuming him.
“I confess I am impatient,” he said. “I need you. Right now .”
“Then hurry as I cannot wait,” she said, sheepishly.
Eagerly, he got up and removed his trousers and undergarments. His cock tightened and he groaned as another drop of semen spread over the tip.
She murmured delightfully when she saw it. God damn. It made him harder knowing she was so pleased.
He went over to the bed and untied the cravat. “Come set yourself at the side here.” She shifted her body for him and he gently guided her hips until her bottom was right at the edge.
He lifted her legs and stretched them wide. The moment was here, he could hold back no longer. Rowena was everything that he wanted, all that he needed. He would spend a lifetime loving her.
She looked so inviting, spread open like this. Her glistening pussy tempted him and he moved to tease his cock over it. He couldn’t help but close his eyes at the feel of her soft flesh against his hard length.
A long groan escaped him as he slipped the head inside of her. His shoulders clenched and his buttocks tightened. With a deep breath, he willed himself to calm down. It would be too easy to drive deep inside of her and push too hard.
Gripping the sheets, he slid inside just a couple of inches. Her hands caressed his back. She wrapped her legs around him again, forcing him further inside. His muscles felt taught and tension racked his body, yet he kept himself in check.
“Please,” she said again. She leaned up and bit his jaw and lightly scraped her nails over his scalp. Her hips moved, begging him to fuck her the way they both wanted.
He couldn’t hold back anymore. With a thrust, he pushed all the way in. Her walls closed in around him, the silky ridges milking his cock and forcing him to move again.
He pumped in and out of her a few times before shifting the position. He lifted her thighs and draped them over his arms. Then, he plunged inside her over and over.
“Heavens,” she whispered. Her face was drawn tight as he continued.
He pushed his body forward and rotated his hips, increasing the force of his thrusts.
She gripped his biceps, digging her little nails into his arm.
That was all the urging he needed. He pushed into her again, moving faster.
Her pants were the only sounds in the room other than the slapping of his skin against her hot, open sex.
There was no denying it now, he needed to come. Beyond that, he felt a primal need to claim her, to mark her body as his.
Rolling his hips, he drove forward, pushing himself as deep as he could go. The pressure of her nails drove him on. He lost himself, pummeling into her in fast, short strokes. Then, he breathed deeply and shifted into slow, long strokes, hitting deep within her.
He could hear his name on her lips, but everything around him was a blur. His balls were heavy and swollen and his cock nearly burned from the desperate desire to spill into her. Gripping her shoulders, he pushed deeper. Harder.
Her cries were more and more frequent. High pitched little sounds that eroded his control. Though it was late and they were not in the house alone, he couldn’t care at this moment.
He shifted her legs so that they would go even higher and thrust into her in one powerful stroke. His tenuous hold on himself broke and his cock jutted forward three times, releasing a thick flood into her.
She cried out
He placed a little kiss on her nose.
Her hand reached for her belly. “Surely you don’t think?”
“Would you rather I wait, then, to take you?”
Oh, he hoped to the Lord that she said no. He’d held himself in check, but his prick ached for release. And both he and his straining shaft would prefer to have it inside of her. Eight years was a hell of a long time for foreplay.
She exhaled. “Why wait, Simon? We’ve waited so long already.”
The words lit a fire across his heart. A fire which trailed down to his throbbing cock, consuming him.
“I confess I am impatient,” he said. “I need you. Right now .”
“Then hurry as I cannot wait,” she said, sheepishly.
Eagerly, he got up and removed his trousers and undergarments. His cock tightened and he groaned as another drop of semen spread over the tip.
She murmured delightfully when she saw it. God damn. It made him harder knowing she was so pleased.
He went over to the bed and untied the cravat. “Come set yourself at the side here.” She shifted her body for him and he gently guided her hips until her bottom was right at the edge.
He lifted her legs and stretched them wide. The moment was here, he could hold back no longer. Rowena was everything that he wanted, all that he needed. He would spend a lifetime loving her.
She looked so inviting, spread open like this. Her glistening pussy tempted him and he moved to tease his cock over it. He couldn’t help but close his eyes at the feel of her soft flesh against his hard length.
A long groan escaped him as he slipped the head inside of her. His shoulders clenched and his buttocks tightened. With a deep breath, he willed himself to calm down. It would be too easy to drive deep inside of her and push too hard.
Gripping the sheets, he slid inside just a couple of inches. Her hands caressed his back. She wrapped her legs around him again, forcing him further inside. His muscles felt taught and tension racked his body, yet he kept himself in check.
“Please,” she said again. She leaned up and bit his jaw and lightly scraped her nails over his scalp. Her hips moved, begging him to fuck her the way they both wanted.
He couldn’t hold back anymore. With a thrust, he pushed all the way in. Her walls closed in around him, the silky ridges milking his cock and forcing him to move again.
He pumped in and out of her a few times before shifting the position. He lifted her thighs and draped them over his arms. Then, he plunged inside her over and over.
“Heavens,” she whispered. Her face was drawn tight as he continued.
He pushed his body forward and rotated his hips, increasing the force of his thrusts.
She gripped his biceps, digging her little nails into his arm.
That was all the urging he needed. He pushed into her again, moving faster.
Her pants were the only sounds in the room other than the slapping of his skin against her hot, open sex.
There was no denying it now, he needed to come. Beyond that, he felt a primal need to claim her, to mark her body as his.
Rolling his hips, he drove forward, pushing himself as deep as he could go. The pressure of her nails drove him on. He lost himself, pummeling into her in fast, short strokes. Then, he breathed deeply and shifted into slow, long strokes, hitting deep within her.
He could hear his name on her lips, but everything around him was a blur. His balls were heavy and swollen and his cock nearly burned from the desperate desire to spill into her. Gripping her shoulders, he pushed deeper. Harder.
Her cries were more and more frequent. High pitched little sounds that eroded his control. Though it was late and they were not in the house alone, he couldn’t care at this moment.
He shifted her legs so that they would go even higher and thrust into her in one powerful stroke. His tenuous hold on himself broke and his cock jutted forward three times, releasing a thick flood into her.
She cried out
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