The Bun also Rises Chapter 3 - Liz and Prince Malcolm - Sex Stories

The Bun also Rises Chapter 3 - Liz and Prince Malcolm

... looked into his eyes. Shaking her head, “I can't, Malcolm. I can't give my heart to you. You won't know how to take care of it. I need a rock in my life, and the only thing that you will bring me is life on a stormy sea.” Malcolm eased off of her and lay next to her on the bed. “Oh lassie, I'll be your rock. My roving days are over. Stand with me and I will protect you from the storms that churn the sea. Be my woman and want for naught from this moment on.” She looked deep into his eyes, piercing the outer shell and looked right into his soul. “Aye.” Rhona could feel the truth in this man, see the purity of his soul. “Aye, but so help me God, I will burn you if you treat me poor.” “ This is my solemn vow. You'll not have to worry about a straying eye, or a wandering heart. Right now, I give them both to you. They are yours till they carry me down into the glen to bury me. Even in death, they will be yours. Forever, I'll promise you that.” “ Then take me Malcolm and make me yours.” Malcolm pulled at the strings that tied her skirt. She lifted her hips and he pulled the skirt down. Her full length chemise was loose and hid her lithe body. Her fiery red hair hung all around her shoulders in tight ringlets framing her doll like face. Malcolm stared into her green eyes, “Are you sure?” “ As sure as I've ever been.” “ What changed your heart?” “ I can see it in your eyes. A mans mouth may lie, but never his eyes. You have sworn a vow to me. You know the consequences should you ...

... decide to wander.” “ Aye, that I do.” “ So I'll not ask you again, Malcolm. Take me. Make me yours.” Rhona sat up in bed next to him and pulled at the ribbon that held the chemise on her. She never took her eyes off of Malcolm as she slid it over her shoulders and down her arms. Slowly the material slipped over the perfectly round globes on her chest. Her puckered rosy nipples stood out, begging to be touched. So very lightly, her fingers started to trace over the tops of her breasts as she stared down Malcolm. Her eyes now were black with lust. Malcolm could take no more. His manhood strained against his britches. He needed her. Reaching for her, his fingers threaded through her thick mane, pulling her down to him. He began to drink her in. First her mouth and jaw, then neck, chest, breast, and nipple. Paying attention to each. Rhona could no longer contain herself and the fiery vixen emerged. She became wild with passion. She rolled herself up onto Malcolm, straddling his large torso. Her mound wet on his stomach and his thick pulsing cock resting, waiting, against her rear. Nibbling and biting at his neck and shoulders, she began to work her way down. She took his tight little nipple into her mouth, tugging and pulling at it with her teeth. Malcolm took in a sharp breath. “Damn woman, what are you doing to me?” “ Shh. Just lay back and enjoy. You'll have your time to enjoy me.” Rhona lifted her hips and moved back, letting his cock slid through her wet mound. A slow groan ...