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His hand moves up, begins to softly stroke my back. Smoothing the locks of my hair. He’s shushing me. When I’m calmer, he lifts me from his legs. Gathers me into his arms. Pulls my naked bottom right into his lap. I wince at the pain of the contact, but quickly forget. My arms wrap around his strong shoulders and I bury my face into the crook of his neck. He’s warm and strong and smells of sun and salt. He’s smoothing my hair, his rough beard tickles my cheeks as he softly croons, “There, there, princess. Let it all out. You’ve had such a hard time. You’ve been so strong. Let me be strong for you now. Let me take care of you.”

I have no words. I nod my head, nuzzling my damp cheek further into him. Grabbing his collar in both of my hands and holding onto him for dear life. His arms wrap around my naked back, creating a warm cocoon of protection around me. He’s swaying me gently in his lap.

But I fear the evidence of my arousal—the wetness from my… yoni—may be soaking through his pants.

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How long have I wanted to hold her like this in my arms? To feel her warmth against my chest? To inhale the perfume of the scent that can be called none other than… Tess.

Her punished bottom presses against my thigh, my leg getting damp from her sweet nectar. My cock threatens to push back as it rouses from its slumber.

I’ve got to stop this. Before things go too far.

Could I have punished her with clothing on? Would that have made it easier to resist the temptation of her body now? Yes. But that’s not what Tess needed. She needed to be stripped bare. Robbed of her comforts, her anger.

She needed to be commanded. Owned.

I want to show her how I yield my power over every inch of her body, including that now smarting beautiful ass of hers.

But it’s not to be. I’m her guardian and I’ll not mix business with pleasure. No matter how much my cock demands it.

No matter how much my heart aches as I untangle her from my arms. I stand her up. Tell her to get dressed.

She stands before me. Beautiful breasts heave with her deep sighs. Her hair a ring of fire, her face rosy and splotched. Her gaze finds mine and I’m robbed of my breath. Big brown soulful eyes filled with need. And pure, unadulterated desire.

I stay seated, gazing up at her. My hands, with a mind of their own, slowly trail up the backs of her bare thighs. Cup her bottom in the palms of my hands. A gentle squeeze. She gives a little gasp of pain, of delight. Her eyelids grow heavy and her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Her hands go to my shoulders and she leans into me.

Her breast finds my mouth and I take the opportunity given to me. My tongue lashes out, taunting her tight bud. She moans with pleasure, her nails sinking into my skin. I take her nipple in my mouth and suck and bite it until she’s weak in the knees. My fingertips dig into the punished skin of her ass as I continue to lick and suck and bite and tease.

I slip a finger between her legs, gathering the slickness of her arousal. My hands go back to that perfect bottom, my now lubed finger sliding up the crack in her ass. She makes a mewing noise as if to protest, but I ignore it and press against the taut bud I want to own.

Her head flies back as she gives an excited gasp of shame. “Oh, Rockland, don’t!”

But her body says don’t stop.

I press further, fighting the tight ring of muscles and penetrating her private hole. Her belly presses against my cheek and I lean into her soft flesh, inhaling the scent of her flower as it rises toward me. I slide a finger from my other hand into her sweet entrance while still pressing into her ass with the other. I feel her toes curl against my foot as her breathing quickens. I pump the digits within her, the walls of her core tightening around it. My finger plunges deeper into her ass as a second finger enters her. Stretching and filling her in both places.

Her hands find my hair, my neck. Her nails dig into my skin as she squeals with pleasure. I kiss and bite the soft stretch of her torso as I continue to penetrate her.

Sliding my hands from within her, I give her ass a slap, then grab it in my hands, squeezing hard as I stand. My mouth finds hers and she kisses me with such an urgency it makes my balls tighten to the point of discomfort. Locked onto her lips, I quickly slip my pants from my waist, pushing them to the floor. I kiss her deeper, my tongue exploring hers as I grab her shoulders. Breaking our kiss, I sit back down on that couch, ready to christen the damn thing.

My cock springs up hard and ready. Her gaze takes me in—all of me—and in her eyes is nothing but deep longing. I grab her hips and she knows exactly what to do. She climbs onto the couch, her legs spread, one knee delicately balanced on either side of my thighs. I watch, my breath catching in my throat as she rises above me.

A beautiful, wild animal.

She hovers over me, lining her tight entrance over the head of my cock.

Teasing me.

“Naughty girl, just because you’re on top doesn’t mean you’re in control.” I grab her hips, digging my fingertips into her soft flesh. Her eyes widen, her mouth gaping in surprise. With one sharp tug, I bring her down, hard, right onto my cock. She gasps, the notion she was in control evaporated from her mind. I raise my hips, thrusting my pelvis upward and fill her with the full length of my cock as she screams my name.

Rockland.

The sound of her husky voice crying my name makes my balls tighten, my cock thrust harder. It feel so fucking good to finally be buried inside of her, her muscles tightening around me. I bring my hips down, then up again in one hard concentrated move. My cock is harder than it’s ever been, the tension in the base tight as a spring.

It’s the best fuck of my life.