Taming Tessa (Montana Maiden Series Book 2)

Taming Tessa (Montana Maiden Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

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Author: Vanessa Vale
that, so it must work.
    Picking up my shaving brush and mug, clean cloth and my razor, I made my way back to her side. As I placed the items down upon the table, someone knocked on the door.
    "Enter!" I called out.
    Tessa gasped and attempted to sit up. I placed a hand on one shoulder, gently preventing her from doing so.
    Sam, one of my brothers, stuck his head through the door. "Maura sent me over with your meal. Hope I'm not interrupting."
    "I was just about to shave Tessa's pussy, but directly after we'd love to partake of Maura's food."
    Sam came in carrying a lidded pot, the scent of stew filling the air. I'd eaten Tessa's pussy, but it wasn't enough sustenance for what I planned later. I'd need my energy to fuck her as I intended.
    She looked up at me in horror, embarrassment."Cole, please, we have company."
    "It's just Sam. You've met my brother."
    "But--" She sputtered, her eyes darting to Sam. "But I'm undressed."
    "Yes." I took my time looking over her body, one stunning inch at a time. "You are. Time to get you shaved."
    "I couldn't! Not with Sam here," she cried as she glanced fearfully at my brother.
    "You can, and you will."
    "You'd let him see me?" Her eyes flared with alarm.
    "Him. Jake. Grant, too."
    "The foreman?" She said that as if he were a lunatic.
    My jaw clenched. "Careful, wife. That man is family." She might be stunned by the presence of another man when she was en dishabille, so I'd give her a small amount of latitude about her sharp tongue, but not much.
    "So you'll just give me to anyone ?"
    "I will give you to no one. You are mine. But just like at the wedding, some things you question are considered appropriate."
    "Like Sam seeing me like this?"
    Now she was understanding. "Yes, exactly."
    Her eyes filled with tears.
    "Your body is mine, Tessa. I will never hurt you. I've only pleasured you, haven't I, darlin'?"
    She nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek and onto the table beneath her. I brushed it's wet trail away with my thumb.
    "You are so beautiful that it pleases me for others to see you like this. To see what's mine."
    "You...you're flaunting me?" she asked, her voice incredulous. Her tears had quickly dried up and she looked at me wide eyed, the whites of her eyes showing around the intense blue. She didn't move.
    I tilted my head and considered her words. "In a way. You're such a good girl." Grabbing her ankles as I'd done earlier in the day, I positioned her feet so they rested on the very edge of the table and pushed them wide apart, opening her completely to me once again.
    Sam came to stand nearby and looked down at Tessa's pussy. She had dainty little lips, a pretty pink that was so bright next to her pale skin and a full thatch of black hair, the small cork in her ass. Her pussy revealed a slick hint of her arousal, and I licked my lips remembering the taste. It pleased me to see she was aroused even without the aid of the pill.
    "Pull up a chair, Sam, and watch. Tessa's not going to move a muscle as I shave her because if she does, I might nick her pretty pussy. You wouldn't want that, would you, darlin'?"
    I looked up her body, over her tightly furled nipples, to her wide eyes. Lifting the straight razor up for her to see, she shook her head.
    With quick strokes of the shaving brush, I coated her pussy in thick lather, and then set to work removing all the dark hair. Sam sat back in a dining chair, legs outstretched in front of him and just watched. She held perfectly still.
    Once finished, I wiped her beautiful, bare pussy with a cloth. "Isn't that a pretty sight, brother?"
    "It's definitely pretty, especially all bare like that and the cork stretching her ass," Sam commented.
    "Mmm," I replied, running my finger over her corked ass. She gasped at the touch.
    I helped her to stand, kept my gentle grip on her arm until she'd gotten her bearings. Her breasts were full and tear shaped, with plump nipples that matched the color of her pussy. I cupped them in my palms, testing their
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