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raspy voice croaked " with the greatest of pleasure."
She caressed his erection. Her gentle, unhurried exam shifted to his groin. She slid
her fingers around him and rubbed the muscled cheek of his ass. His cock kissed her legs
as she massaged the downy cheeks of his bottom. She found the softness appealing. It
sent a wave of enticing thrills through her limbs.
"After tonight " His words scared her again.
She pressed her mouth to his, kissing him hard, stopping whatever misplaced
sentiments he was about to proffer up. While she felt as if she belonged with him, they
were strangers. They didn't know each other and they never would.
The captain ate up her aggression with a little of his own, sucking at her lips. She
stroked his chest, fingering his small taut nipples as he rose over her. He drew back from
her kiss, breathing hard.
"I can't get enough of your mouth, sweetness."
Once more, she felt that chill of air sweeping around her. The vaporous white fog
swirled close to her face, obscuring the captain's features. When it dissipated, she looked
deep into her lover's eyes and saw the reflection of herself. The sight was disheartening.
Time slowed, moments stood still, and she stared at him. Her eyes watered. For a second,
she wanted to be somewhere else. If it weren't for his persistent thumb brushing
soothingly over her cheek, she might have bolted like a jackrabbit. His smile hypnotized
and engaged her heart.
"From across a crowded room I desired you." He started a slow poking and probing
of his erection against the opening of her vagina.
The teasing had her squirming under his weight. She scratched at him like some
street harlot begging him not to stop. He pushed and his thick cock plowed into her.
Mercy clenched her jaw tighter. She'd not plead for his halt. He drew back and rammed
again, plunging deeper. A stab of pain tensed every muscle in her body. She dug her nails
into his flesh and waited out the ebbing sting. His slight move created a harsher pain and
she cried out.
"Ah, sweetness, I am so sorry," he whispered, his feather-light kisses dotted her face.
His body went still on hers. She clutched at his shoulders, mostly so he couldn't
move away and see the tears on her face. A depraved part of her awakened under the
barrage of his kisses and murmurs, though they weren't exactly words, but more like
emotions that spilled in low whispers. Threads of tenderness cross-stitched over her
broken heart. Each breath became a magical bind that inclined her to respond.
"Don't stop." She pressed a kiss to his jaw. "I wanted this."
He marked her hairline by kisses.
"I wanted this with you," she moaned, feeling his hips move and his body rock easily
against her.
She liked the way they mouthed each other's lips and tongues, his hot breath
warming her face as he speckled her with light kisses. He rocked on her as a ship rides
the billowy sea. She clung to him, digging her fingers into his shoulders and then clawing
the back of his head lightly. The inside of her thighs rubbed the outside of his. The sting
and soreness in her vagina numbed. She lifted her hips, following his rise. The rhythmic
movement soon had her pumping up as he was thrusting down. She found a warming
friction she enjoyed and let the sensations guide her.
"That's it, sweetness." He hummed an approval to the slow grind of her hips against
him.
He buried his face against her neck and sucked on her skin until she felt bruised by
the passionate suckling.
A spasm caught her unaware with sharp internal constrictions. The captain groaned
and thrust faster, too roughly for her uncomfortable position on the planked floor. Only
she couldn't complain. His grinding agitation dispelled the twitching ache in her. She
drew her legs up and flung them across his back, bucking against the remarkable
vibrations. His ardor escalated. He rose up on his hands and continued to lunge
forcefully.
Mercy fought to catch her breath. Her voice whined betwixt the gasps she took for
air. Then she shook and trembled hard. The captain pinned her with all his weight. Buried
to the hilt, his cock throbbed inside her. A sudden warm wetness bathed her sore interior.
He let out a strained guttural cry, and discharged more of the heated substance that began
dripping from her rubbed raw vagina.
Exhaustion left her panting.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, kissing her between satisfied sounding gasps.
Mercy shook her head, unable to reward the uplifting moment of her deflowering
with the truth. She rubbed over his lips, lifting up her head and kissing him.
"Are you sure? If I had known you were a virgin I would have& "
"Not bedded me?" She questioned his honesty.
"I'll not lie to you, sweetness. I would not have let that stop me. Though had I known
beforehand, I could have been gentler in the beginning." He wiped damp strands of hair
off her forehead.
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raspy voice croaked " with the greatest of pleasure."
She caressed his erection. Her gentle, unhurried exam shifted to his groin. She slid
her fingers around him and rubbed the muscled cheek of his ass. His cock kissed her legs
as she massaged the downy cheeks of his bottom. She found the softness appealing. It
sent a wave of enticing thrills through her limbs.
"After tonight " His words scared her again.
She pressed her mouth to his, kissing him hard, stopping whatever misplaced
sentiments he was about to proffer up. While she felt as if she belonged with him, they
were strangers. They didn't know each other and they never would.
The captain ate up her aggression with a little of his own, sucking at her lips. She
stroked his chest, fingering his small taut nipples as he rose over her. He drew back from
her kiss, breathing hard.
"I can't get enough of your mouth, sweetness."
Once more, she felt that chill of air sweeping around her. The vaporous white fog
swirled close to her face, obscuring the captain's features. When it dissipated, she looked
deep into her lover's eyes and saw the reflection of herself. The sight was disheartening.
Time slowed, moments stood still, and she stared at him. Her eyes watered. For a second,
she wanted to be somewhere else. If it weren't for his persistent thumb brushing
soothingly over her cheek, she might have bolted like a jackrabbit. His smile hypnotized
and engaged her heart.
"From across a crowded room I desired you." He started a slow poking and probing
of his erection against the opening of her vagina.
The teasing had her squirming under his weight. She scratched at him like some
street harlot begging him not to stop. He pushed and his thick cock plowed into her.
Mercy clenched her jaw tighter. She'd not plead for his halt. He drew back and rammed
again, plunging deeper. A stab of pain tensed every muscle in her body. She dug her nails
into his flesh and waited out the ebbing sting. His slight move created a harsher pain and
she cried out.
"Ah, sweetness, I am so sorry," he whispered, his feather-light kisses dotted her face.
His body went still on hers. She clutched at his shoulders, mostly so he couldn't
move away and see the tears on her face. A depraved part of her awakened under the
barrage of his kisses and murmurs, though they weren't exactly words, but more like
emotions that spilled in low whispers. Threads of tenderness cross-stitched over her
broken heart. Each breath became a magical bind that inclined her to respond.
"Don't stop." She pressed a kiss to his jaw. "I wanted this."
He marked her hairline by kisses.
"I wanted this with you," she moaned, feeling his hips move and his body rock easily
against her.
She liked the way they mouthed each other's lips and tongues, his hot breath
warming her face as he speckled her with light kisses. He rocked on her as a ship rides
the billowy sea. She clung to him, digging her fingers into his shoulders and then clawing
the back of his head lightly. The inside of her thighs rubbed the outside of his. The sting
and soreness in her vagina numbed. She lifted her hips, following his rise. The rhythmic
movement soon had her pumping up as he was thrusting down. She found a warming
friction she enjoyed and let the sensations guide her.
"That's it, sweetness." He hummed an approval to the slow grind of her hips against
him.
He buried his face against her neck and sucked on her skin until she felt bruised by
the passionate suckling.
A spasm caught her unaware with sharp internal constrictions. The captain groaned
and thrust faster, too roughly for her uncomfortable position on the planked floor. Only
she couldn't complain. His grinding agitation dispelled the twitching ache in her. She
drew her legs up and flung them across his back, bucking against the remarkable
vibrations. His ardor escalated. He rose up on his hands and continued to lunge
forcefully.
Mercy fought to catch her breath. Her voice whined betwixt the gasps she took for
air. Then she shook and trembled hard. The captain pinned her with all his weight. Buried
to the hilt, his cock throbbed inside her. A sudden warm wetness bathed her sore interior.
He let out a strained guttural cry, and discharged more of the heated substance that began
dripping from her rubbed raw vagina.
Exhaustion left her panting.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, kissing her between satisfied sounding gasps.
Mercy shook her head, unable to reward the uplifting moment of her deflowering
with the truth. She rubbed over his lips, lifting up her head and kissing him.
"Are you sure? If I had known you were a virgin I would have& "
"Not bedded me?" She questioned his honesty.
"I'll not lie to you, sweetness. I would not have let that stop me. Though had I known
beforehand, I could have been gentler in the beginning." He wiped damp strands of hair
off her forehead.
"I thought you were very considerate, milord. Thank you." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]