The Cabin - Sex Stories

The Cabin

... invitation for more.

He chuckled. His hand went from her shoulder and slowly grazed over her breast to cup it and lightly squeeze. She gasped at his touch. But let him continue. "I've thought about how soft and full these must feel." He cupped and gently squeezed her breasts. "And then I thought about how your sweet legs would feel wrapped around my hips as I drive my cock into you."

Her breath quickened. Her lips parted and she stared into his hazel eyes lined with dark eyelashes.

He brought his lips to her ears. "I've thought about your sweet mouth on my cock, as I roughly pump down your throat. Your eyes watering, wanted more before I make a mess of your pretty face."

Her eyes widened at his remark. She wanted him. Desperately. She wanted him to take her just like this. "It doesn't just have to be a fantasy, Ronan." She said barely a whisper.

His name on her full lips went straight to his cock. "Is that what you would like? Someone to take control?" He said quietly.

"Yes. I want you to take me." she breathed. She couldn't help that her treacherous body already getting wet by his words. And her own.

"I'll give us both what we want. That is if you will be my good girl." He growled.

His words shot right to her wet pussy. Good girl. She repeated in her head. She loved his boldness. She secretly loved the praise. Being told she was doing good, making men feel good with her full, tight body.

"Yes. Please. I'll be your good girl", she breathed. She ...

... kissed him. He roughly guided his mouth open wider and cupped the back of her head, demanding entrance deeper into her mouth. He bit her bottom lip and tugged before dipping and kissing the sweet spot on her neck that drove her wild.

"You like that?" he said into her neck.

"Yes. More." She panted.

"You will. But first, Show me that sweet body of yours." He said. She took her skirt and tunic off slowly and began to unlace her corset. "No, keep that on". He ordered.

Her corset seemed too tight and hot all at once. Her full breasts spilled further out of her tight corset as her breath quickened with his gaze. His hand, on her shoulder, slowly moved to the nape of her neck and up to cup her jaw to kiss her again. His hand was warm and lightly calloused in all the right ways. His gaze dropped down to her flushed chest. The edges of her nipples now peeking through her corset. She thought about what it would feel like for his hands to roughly grasp her breast and, better, have him sink his teeth into those sensitive tips the way she liked.

His eyes darkened and his gaze went to her breast peeking out of her corset. He gripped the top of her corset and roughly tugged it down so that her breasts were fully exposed and still pushed up by the tight fabric. She moaned and he smiled darkly.

"That's better. Such pretty tits for me." He cupped one roughly and then pinched the caramel tips one at a time. Getting shaky breaths out of her.

I want to see that pretty little ...