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heels dug into the bed, powered there by quivering legs.
Cole continued to arouse her clitoris to riotous, electric pulses that convulsed her with powerful drums of devastating release. When she began coming completely undone under his continued tongue, he wrapped his thick arm around her thigh and pressed her hips firmly to the bed, holding her there with his forearm, restraining her convulsing body so that she couldn't disturb his continuing efforts.
His goal, she felt, while in the midst of this orgasmic storm, was to sustain her agony and not let her come down. While such a thought during a bath moment or as a distracting fantasy would be very potent, the thought of actually enduring such treatment threw her swimming emotions in the direction of panic and trepidation.
"Oh, no, oh please. God, please. Let me down!"
Cole didn't let her down and his conservation the rhythm he preformed was astounding. Her pleas for mercy only seemed to urge him to continue. She was completely at the will of her orgasm now.
Her legs and arms and body all flung and clawed and did everything they could to break his rhythm, to stop the surging wave of electrocuting bliss. If the pleasure levels were removed, she realized, this would probably feel very much like being electrocuted. No other reference experience came to mind.
"Stop! Please, Cole! Oh God! I can't … I can't … I can't"
Breathe! She screamed in her head, not being able to get the word out pass her hard panting.
Cole finally let her down and her abs jumped and convulsed with aftershocks. Her hands were pulling at her hair, holding on to great clumps. Her chest heaved for air and expelled it as fast as she could take it in. After several moments of recovery, she said, "Dear God, Cole, I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I'm truly very sorry."
"Are you really?" he asked with a touch of doubt as he lay back down beside her.
She bit her lip. The afterglow raging inside of her was fucking amazing. "Well, sure. I mean, well, no not really."
"I didn't think so. And best not to pile lies on top of such heinous crimes," he smiled at her. “Time to get up, breakfast with Brian is nigh."
"Nigh? Did you just say nigh? Who the fuck talks like that?"
"My dad," he told her without hesitation.
"Oh," she said, "But, um, don't you want me to… well… treat you?"
"Not right now. That's all the monkey-sex we have time for. We slept too late. So, get up and showered or I'll spank you, and you don't want to see that."
"You aren't into spanking, are you?" she asked a little softly, clutching the blanket.
"Not sure. Never had the opportunity to find out. Are you going to force me to explore a new area of sexual interest?"
"No," she said, and started moving as fast as her ravaged body would allow. "I'm getting up. See? I'm moving. No worries. I'm heading for the shower. See?"
"Good," he said and followed her into the shower.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
She found Jacob's Diner to be cozy and the service was perfect. They rode here on the bikes and the morning air still held some chill from the night. She was glad she wore her jeans and boots yesterday, and that Cole tossed her the leather jacket he bought for her since hers was too thin and strictly for use as fashion, not protection.
She brought with them three hundred from her just-in-case stash bag, telling Cole that she needed at least a change of clothing and some basic necessities which they didn't have time to gather yesterday evening.
"Angie will take you for a full shopping trip, I'm sure, but yes, there's a super-store we can stop at on our way back to pick up what you need today. Just keep in mind the size of the saddle bag while you shop," he told her.
"Are those the largest size?" she asked curiously.
"Without going custom, yes. Why?"
"Just wondering, as I plan on going on trips with you in the near future," she said and leaned
Cole continued to arouse her clitoris to riotous, electric pulses that convulsed her with powerful drums of devastating release. When she began coming completely undone under his continued tongue, he wrapped his thick arm around her thigh and pressed her hips firmly to the bed, holding her there with his forearm, restraining her convulsing body so that she couldn't disturb his continuing efforts.
His goal, she felt, while in the midst of this orgasmic storm, was to sustain her agony and not let her come down. While such a thought during a bath moment or as a distracting fantasy would be very potent, the thought of actually enduring such treatment threw her swimming emotions in the direction of panic and trepidation.
"Oh, no, oh please. God, please. Let me down!"
Cole didn't let her down and his conservation the rhythm he preformed was astounding. Her pleas for mercy only seemed to urge him to continue. She was completely at the will of her orgasm now.
Her legs and arms and body all flung and clawed and did everything they could to break his rhythm, to stop the surging wave of electrocuting bliss. If the pleasure levels were removed, she realized, this would probably feel very much like being electrocuted. No other reference experience came to mind.
"Stop! Please, Cole! Oh God! I can't … I can't … I can't"
Breathe! She screamed in her head, not being able to get the word out pass her hard panting.
Cole finally let her down and her abs jumped and convulsed with aftershocks. Her hands were pulling at her hair, holding on to great clumps. Her chest heaved for air and expelled it as fast as she could take it in. After several moments of recovery, she said, "Dear God, Cole, I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I'm truly very sorry."
"Are you really?" he asked with a touch of doubt as he lay back down beside her.
She bit her lip. The afterglow raging inside of her was fucking amazing. "Well, sure. I mean, well, no not really."
"I didn't think so. And best not to pile lies on top of such heinous crimes," he smiled at her. “Time to get up, breakfast with Brian is nigh."
"Nigh? Did you just say nigh? Who the fuck talks like that?"
"My dad," he told her without hesitation.
"Oh," she said, "But, um, don't you want me to… well… treat you?"
"Not right now. That's all the monkey-sex we have time for. We slept too late. So, get up and showered or I'll spank you, and you don't want to see that."
"You aren't into spanking, are you?" she asked a little softly, clutching the blanket.
"Not sure. Never had the opportunity to find out. Are you going to force me to explore a new area of sexual interest?"
"No," she said, and started moving as fast as her ravaged body would allow. "I'm getting up. See? I'm moving. No worries. I'm heading for the shower. See?"
"Good," he said and followed her into the shower.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
She found Jacob's Diner to be cozy and the service was perfect. They rode here on the bikes and the morning air still held some chill from the night. She was glad she wore her jeans and boots yesterday, and that Cole tossed her the leather jacket he bought for her since hers was too thin and strictly for use as fashion, not protection.
She brought with them three hundred from her just-in-case stash bag, telling Cole that she needed at least a change of clothing and some basic necessities which they didn't have time to gather yesterday evening.
"Angie will take you for a full shopping trip, I'm sure, but yes, there's a super-store we can stop at on our way back to pick up what you need today. Just keep in mind the size of the saddle bag while you shop," he told her.
"Are those the largest size?" she asked curiously.
"Without going custom, yes. Why?"
"Just wondering, as I plan on going on trips with you in the near future," she said and leaned
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