Free Besieged by Jaid Black Page B

aching.
    Geirwolf settled himself atop her and Peggy
realized that, bizarre or not, she wanted him inside of her. For the past three
days she had been mentally trained for this moment by Ivara, and for the three
days prior to that she had been bodily conditioned by Geirwolf himself to
respond to him.
    He placed the thick head of his penis at
her wet opening, then gazed down at her, his icy blue eyes narrowed in desire.
The large, callused palm of his left hand cupped her right breast and gently
kneaded it even as he settled his big body between her thighs.
    The fact that he had decided to arouse her
using her right breast, the breast not visible to the onlookers crammed against
the bed on her left, further warmed her to the man. She rightly suspected he
was trying to keep her aroused so the impending sex wasn’t at all painful,
while simultaneously shielding the intimate act from intruding eyes.
    She blinked, finding such an act from
Geirwolf incongruously sweet with the hard, relentless image of him she’d
formed in her mind. And he was right—touching her was much more intimate than
the actual process of fucking her. Any animal could fuck. It took meaningful
caresses and touches to make the act something more, something infinitely
deeper.
    “All will be well, Peggy,” Geirwolf
murmured, his voice husky with arousal. “We need to do this but once in front
of the others. After that, our lovemaking will always be private.”
    Lovemaking—he thought of what they were
doing as lovemaking. She blinked twice more and glanced down at his chest.
    Peggy blew out a breath and glanced back up
at him—at her husband. “I know,” she whispered. She smiled a bit, making his
eyes widen. Apparently he hadn’t expected such a conciliatory gesture so soon.
And, truthfully, she was surprised she had made one too. Nevertheless, his
thoughtfulness in this regard deserved at least that. “But thank you for
reassuring me.”
    Geirwolf seemed to want her more after
that. His gaze was burningly aroused, his muscles clenched so hotly she could
see perspiration breaking out on them. He shifted his weight onto his right
elbow and, away from the view of onlookers, removed his left hand from her
breast and used it to help insert the head of his swollen cock into her pussy.
    Peggy moistened her lips, desire knotting
in her belly. Her breasts heaved dramatically, inducing Geirwolf to release his
cock once the head was securely inside of her and play with her nipple—again so
nobody else could see.
    But Peggy was beyond the point of caring
who saw. She arched her hips as best as she could and threw them at him,
blatantly inviting him to come all the way inside.
    Geirwolf groaned a bit, sounding
half-delirious. His jaw was tense, his jugular vein bulging. Without any
further preliminaries he gritted his teeth and, on a louder groan, impaled his
cock into her flesh, seating himself to the hilt.
    Peggy gasped, an uncontrollable moan
escaping from her throat. Thoughtfully, which she was beginning to learn was
the norm where he was concerned, Geirwolf lowered his face so his sunny-blonde
hair cascaded down the left side of her own face, shielding the reactions she
made against the cheering crowd like a fan.
    “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice
clearly aroused. He groaned a bit more in response, apparently loving the sound
of her voice mingled with words of gratitude he hadn’t expected to hear from
her for a long time. But, again, his thoughtfulness in this regard deserved the
words.
    He took her hard then, thrusting in and out
of her pussy like an animal, mounting her as though he meant to brand her
insides. Peggy gasped, her head falling back against the bed, partially
unshielding it to the others. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of
being stuffed full of Geirwolf’s cock, way beyond the point of caring what
anyone saw or thought.
    “Fitta di er så deilig,” Geirwolf said
thickly, his teeth gritting. He pumped her hard,