Warprize (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards, 5)(MFMMMMMM)
preserved hers. Admittedly, she
had done so in a way that he should not approve. But his admiration
of her spirit and determination could not be helped.
    "Let me have you," he growled, tasting
her hair on his tongue. "I must, Cedney. Let me."
    "Dear God, what are you doing to
me?"
    "Fucking you. I can't stop. Lie still
for me or I'll hurt you. I won't mean to, but I'm too large to go
easy and too roused to go slow."
    He thought he heard her chuckle at
that. Suddenly she was pushing down, grinding her cunny in his palm
and he knew she was coming already.
    Dom gave a shout of delight and as she
opened her thighs to him at last, he rolled atop her body,
wrenching her breeches to her knees. She was still trembling when
his cock found her pussy lips and probed insistently between them
from behind.
    "Don't hold your breath," he warned
tersely. "Let your body relax for me." Damn, he needed to be inside
her.
    After giving her a moment he thrust
forward. He felt the soft wetness part and then undulate around the
length of his shaft as he sank into her blissful heat. She cried
out just once when her maidenhead yielded to his weapon and then he
was where he yearned to be, hilt deep. His fingers were still
filling her arse. He was only sorry he had nothing at hand to fill
her mouth too— give her something to suck upon with those clever
lips— but his brothers were not there to help. Not this time, in
any case.
    His cock filled her newly opened pussy
and he growled with delight as her satin walls held him so snuggly,
squeezing and tugging on him. He kissed the back of her neck under
her short fair hair and heard her groan with excitement, felt her
shiver.
    "Fuck me," she gasped out, turning the
side of her face to the bed, showing her flushed pink cheek. "Oh,
yes, fuck me!"
    He gladly obliged, thrusting in and
out, cock in her cunny and fingers in her arse.
    "Don't spend in me," she
managed.
    "I must."
    "No." Her eyes opened wide.
    Dom kissed her hot cheek. "I must. I
am wild to spend in you."
    "Don't you dare! Not in my cunt. If
you must, use the...the other."
    Oh, he must. With a curse he pulled
out of that lovely pussy and forced his slick cock between her firm
buttocks. When she protested the roughness, he tersely reminded her
it was her idea.
    He couldn't help the sudden lash of
anger that swept through him because she did not want him to
release inside her sex. Of course, it was only good sense that she
didn't want that, considering this role she'd assumed in her life,
but it still infuriated him. Perhaps it was made worse by the fact
that she made the rules of this encounter. And Dominigo d'Anzeray
had never been in such a position before. No woman had ever given
commands to him.
    When he shot his load he bit down on
the urge to shout her name, remembering it was afternoon and the
manor churning with people going about their daily work. He
shuddered, back arched, legs tense. His seed rushed in a wild
torrent and he ground his hips against her, planting deeply,
lavishly inside her tight bottom. He thought his cock had burst
open, such was the raging flood that shot forth from his body and
into hers.
     
    * * * *
     
    He buried his face between her thighs
and ate from her cunny as if he was a man starved. Cedney had
removed all her clothes for she was hot, her skin dripping with
sweat even on that winter's afternoon, and she lay across her bed,
staring up at the roof beams, wondering what would become of her
now.
    This man—whomever he truly was— had
shown her heaven. What would she do now, once she put her manly
garments back on and resumed her life without him?
    He must leave, of course. She would
have to make him go, because he knew her precious, dangerous
secret.
    His tongue slipped deeper inside her
and his hands clutched her bottom, raising it up off the bed, so he
could get his mouth over her entire pussy. His dark eyes watched
her over the tight blonde curls of her mound and she saw his wild,
lusty pleasure. Felt it

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