correct amount of pressure to apply.
“That’s it, up and down, tight.” He stroked himself using her hand. From the base where his scrotum sat, all the way up and over the tip, she explored the length of him, the very tool that had robbed her of her morals. She quickly caught on to the tempo, so he removed his firm guidance and gripped her hips instead.
She licked her lips, fondling him, inhaling sharp spurts of cold air. White clouds of condensation puffed from both of their mouths. His hands bit into her pelvis as he held her straddled upon his lap. Tiny droplets of white cream emerged from the slit making her wonder what it might taste like. All the while, the horse walked and rocked her back and forth over Falcon’s legs.
“I want to fuck you now, princess,” he said tightly.
“Now?”
“Now.”
She felt something quicken inside her, a rush of wanton urgency. The naughtiness of her position with her legs spread over him, the forbidden exposure of both of their private parts…it made her long to growl and attack as a predator of the forest might.
“But…but here? Outdoors?”
“Here,” he confirmed, dragging her close so that her rear scraped over the horse’s spine. “Here while we ride.”
While we ride? Oh, but the possibility of it, the wild danger, unleashed some hidden beast inside her. Her clit and labia pulsated with desperate, demanding desire. In beat to that pulsation, her heart thumped against her breastbone. White, sticky juices poured from her vagina. There would be no discreet masturbation, no stopping to seek the privacy of shelter. He would penetrate her now !
The base of his cock came into contact with her sensitive quim. His hands slid up into her armpits and he lifted her just enough so that her mound was positioned over the moist head.
But the move suddenly sent the fear of King Henry through her. She stiffened. “No!”
“‘Tis all right, Salena.” He said it soothingly, as if he’d fully expected her sudden trepidation. “I know you are tender there. I will go slow. I will be gentle with you. That I promise.”
She had her hands planted on his thick, beefy shoulders. Looking down into his upturned, masked expression, visions filled her mind of his handsome, wounded face poised above her as he pummeled her hole. The gentle passion he’d shown her had been etched in her memory forever. Her first betrothal, Thane’s fumbling attempt at premarital lovemaking, his untimely death and her second betrothal to the duke were erased from her past at that very moment. Now, the deep timbre of Falcon’s voice caressed her, easing away the memories and the slight fear of being penetrated by that large shaft in a place that even now remained sore.
“I…I’ll admit, I ache for it. I-I just fear it will pain me overly much in this shocking, forceful…position.”
He ground his teeth together in restraint. “‘Tis your choice, then, love.” And he nuzzled his face into her breasts. Her nipples flamed with aching need. As he rooted for a taut pebble, he adeptly moved her hips and dragged her cunt over the tip of his cock. She moaned out her pleasure, craving its length within her once again.
“Yes…please…” Her words trailed off when he pushed aside the neckline of her gown with his teeth and exposed one nipple. He sucked it into his hot, wet mouth, his tongue flickering over it so that she cried out. An inferno raced through her so fiercely, she clutched his head to her breast. Unable to resist, she wiggled and twisted until she had the head of his shaft at her entry.
“Slow, gentle…please,” she panted.
His arms came around her, holding her protectively against him as the horse beneath them walked lazily through the forest. Falcon released the areola so that he could look up into her face. As he slowly lowered her down onto his rigid cock, he slid his tongue up her chest, along the side of her neck. Gooseflesh of desire rippled out across her arms. Tender at
“That’s it, up and down, tight.” He stroked himself using her hand. From the base where his scrotum sat, all the way up and over the tip, she explored the length of him, the very tool that had robbed her of her morals. She quickly caught on to the tempo, so he removed his firm guidance and gripped her hips instead.
She licked her lips, fondling him, inhaling sharp spurts of cold air. White clouds of condensation puffed from both of their mouths. His hands bit into her pelvis as he held her straddled upon his lap. Tiny droplets of white cream emerged from the slit making her wonder what it might taste like. All the while, the horse walked and rocked her back and forth over Falcon’s legs.
“I want to fuck you now, princess,” he said tightly.
“Now?”
“Now.”
She felt something quicken inside her, a rush of wanton urgency. The naughtiness of her position with her legs spread over him, the forbidden exposure of both of their private parts…it made her long to growl and attack as a predator of the forest might.
“But…but here? Outdoors?”
“Here,” he confirmed, dragging her close so that her rear scraped over the horse’s spine. “Here while we ride.”
While we ride? Oh, but the possibility of it, the wild danger, unleashed some hidden beast inside her. Her clit and labia pulsated with desperate, demanding desire. In beat to that pulsation, her heart thumped against her breastbone. White, sticky juices poured from her vagina. There would be no discreet masturbation, no stopping to seek the privacy of shelter. He would penetrate her now !
The base of his cock came into contact with her sensitive quim. His hands slid up into her armpits and he lifted her just enough so that her mound was positioned over the moist head.
But the move suddenly sent the fear of King Henry through her. She stiffened. “No!”
“‘Tis all right, Salena.” He said it soothingly, as if he’d fully expected her sudden trepidation. “I know you are tender there. I will go slow. I will be gentle with you. That I promise.”
She had her hands planted on his thick, beefy shoulders. Looking down into his upturned, masked expression, visions filled her mind of his handsome, wounded face poised above her as he pummeled her hole. The gentle passion he’d shown her had been etched in her memory forever. Her first betrothal, Thane’s fumbling attempt at premarital lovemaking, his untimely death and her second betrothal to the duke were erased from her past at that very moment. Now, the deep timbre of Falcon’s voice caressed her, easing away the memories and the slight fear of being penetrated by that large shaft in a place that even now remained sore.
“I…I’ll admit, I ache for it. I-I just fear it will pain me overly much in this shocking, forceful…position.”
He ground his teeth together in restraint. “‘Tis your choice, then, love.” And he nuzzled his face into her breasts. Her nipples flamed with aching need. As he rooted for a taut pebble, he adeptly moved her hips and dragged her cunt over the tip of his cock. She moaned out her pleasure, craving its length within her once again.
“Yes…please…” Her words trailed off when he pushed aside the neckline of her gown with his teeth and exposed one nipple. He sucked it into his hot, wet mouth, his tongue flickering over it so that she cried out. An inferno raced through her so fiercely, she clutched his head to her breast. Unable to resist, she wiggled and twisted until she had the head of his shaft at her entry.
“Slow, gentle…please,” she panted.
His arms came around her, holding her protectively against him as the horse beneath them walked lazily through the forest. Falcon released the areola so that he could look up into her face. As he slowly lowered her down onto his rigid cock, he slid his tongue up her chest, along the side of her neck. Gooseflesh of desire rippled out across her arms. Tender at
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