Free Warprize (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards, 5)(MFMMMMMM) by Georgia Fox

Below, hidden from his view, her
pussy was wet with yearning.
    He spat again and she felt it drip
down. His tongue tried to follow the trickle, but she protested,
tightening the fierce hold on her breeches. One of his hands tried
to pull her breeches down further and she knew he meant to get a
look at her pussy.
    "Stop!" she exclaimed, over her
shoulder. "You get my arse. Be content with that or have
nothing."
    He growled and tried to thrust his
hand between her legs but she kept her knees tight together, so he
laved at her anus with an angry intensity. And then he spanked her.
Hard.
    She swore, the curse flying out of her
as she almost fell forward on her face.
    While her arse cheek still stung he
smacked her again with an open palm. Once more he tried to wrench
her breeches down the back of her thighs, but she was having none
of it. Two more sharp slaps were delivered to each cheek and then
the thick head of his penis was pushing between them.
    Evidently he was not accustomed to a
woman laying down the rules. His irritation at being denied
entrance to her pussy was clear. No doubt he usually got whatever
he wanted.
    Now he forged his way through the
tight ring of her anus. She bit down on the urge to cry out.
Despite his efforts to prepare her for the impalement, a burning
pain seized her for a moment, shooting up her spine. Her body
struggled to accommodate his size, but in vain. Rufus pulled back
and began working a finger into her bottom. That was better. Ah
yes, she could manage that.
    His breath rasped over the back of her
neck and then she felt his teeth nip her skin. "Never been fucked,
eh?"
    "Never," she gasped, eyes
closed.
    "I'm a lucky man."
    "Glad I am that you know your good
fortune. Do not push it."
    "Bossy, aren't you?"
    "I am lord of the manor. My word is
law here."
    "But your arse will be mine." Rufus
added a second finger, working both in and out of her arse
steadily, stretching the entrance. Meanwhile his other hand slid
under her, pushing between her body and the bed. Cedney writhed,
realizing what he was up to, but it was too late, his large palm
cupped her pussy through her breeches and she heard him make a
small, low sound of victory because he had finally found what he
sought most. "Yes!"
    "Don't." She shivered, but
not with fear. With blistering-raw, blinding-white, wicked-hot
desire. The don't was as much for herself as it was for him. As it happened, it
was ignored by both.
     

Chapter Nine
     
    He was sweating. Wild with need. She
made some attempt to keep his hand from exploring, but she couldn't
stop him. Dom was on a mission, determined, intent. With two
fingers buried in her backside, he sprawled over her body, one of
her legs trapped between his thighs, his second hand working its
way under her and inside her cowhide breeches.
    He could feel her pulse, throbbing
hard— could hear her groans of helplessness and need. "Cedney," he
growled into her hair. "Let me claim you as a woman should be
claimed."
    She was slick and wet between her
legs. He slipped his fingers quickly through the entrance she had
tried to hide from him. Carefully he stroked her satiny pearl until
yet more dew soaked his fingertips. Under his weight she jerked,
her breath exhaled in sobs of desperation.
    "I can't," she exclaimed. "Don't.
Please."
    "No one will know," he replied, not
pausing his stimulation of her pussy, feeling her buttocks squeeze
even tighter on his thrusting fingers. "Just you and I." It
wouldn't be right to leave her unfucked, he decided. She was a
beautiful, unique woman and she ought to be pleasured. Fully
pleasured. "Your secret will remain so with me."
    He didn't like the thought of anyone
else one day finding her sweet pussy under these worn old breeches
and taking what should be his. Fate had left her untouched all this
time—against the odds, really—and Dom felt as if she'd been saved
thus just for him. There were not many women left with a maidenhead
attached these days, yet she had