The Tollkeeper (Fairy Tales Behaving Badly) Read Online Free PDF Page A

ground inside her, soldiering into her small cunt, already stretched nearly to its limits. She found his mouth like a starving man finds water, latching onto him and kissing him greedily, hands clasped to the back of his head. His tongue warred against hers even as he edged further inside, opening up her core until he had gone as deep as he could, the tip of his prick pressing against her innermost walls. He remained there for some time, waiting until she no longer clung to him in desperation, until she began to pant in frustration instead, shifting underneath him in an unconscious plea for him to move.
    She moaned when she felt him withdraw, even tried to put her hand out to stop his retreat. He responded by taking both her hands and pinning them above her head with one of his own, so that she was helpless beneath him. He smiled at her then, and his smile was the Mountain of old, the one who had taken whores in army camps years ago. His bed companions then had known what that smile meant. It promised that the Mountain would take them hard and fast, would not stop for all their exhaustion. His sweet little redhead would know it soon enough, as well.
    “I… “ she whimpered, “I….”
    He re-entered her again with painstaking slowness, and she cried out at the delicious ache, as he stretched her again.
    “Shhh,” he said, and then did what he could to get her to disobey. His mouth opened, and a tongue traced a wet circle across the full tip, making her watch him as he did. The sight of his rough, sweeping tongue teasing her nipple before his teeth came into play, biting at the delicate nub, turned her breathing ragged.
    She’d almost forgotten that his cock was still buried as far as it can go inside her. She was reminded of it again when he began pumping into her more aggressively, and he lifted his head so he could watch her breasts jiggle with every forceful thrust into her body. She began matching him movement for movement, uncertain at first, and then growing in pace and urgency. He drew back and plunged completely into her sheath, so deep he would hit her womb, and she screamed in mingled hurt and ecstasy. Her head rolled as he ravaged her, his tongue all over. In no time at all she was bucking up, and the Mountain felt her erupt into white-hot pleasure, clenching tightly around him as a series of wrenching spasms took hold of her.
    She was still twitching when he resumed the pace, her delirium not yet over before he was forcing her back into new heights. The Mountain was still hard, his cock still throbbing and eager. He had never been a gentle lover, and he had wanted her for far too long.
    He moved up to a sitting position, taking her with him. Now she was straddling his lap with her back against his chest, her legs on either side of him, and his cock was deeper into her than ever before. He dragged his finger down her arms and sides, finding her hips for leverage.
    He drove up into her, nearly lifting her body off the bed. Her squeal was long and loud, her head falling back. He nipped at her neck and shoulder, thrusted into her again without pause.
    “So big,” she panted, and he said nothing. He impaled her again, shoving the flared head of his cock back inside her, her cunt lips pulling him in despite her meager protests. He threw his massive legs over the side of the cot, his feet on the stone floor for leverage so he could ram more brutally into her, grunting each time he filled her to the brim. His arms found their way underneath her thighs, lifting and spreading her wide so he could control the force of his pounding, and she would be helpless to stop him. The more she cried out, the harder he speared into her, the rougher the intensity of her fucking. She couldn’t move, was only forced to bounce up and down on his lap like a small, ragged doll, so she threw her hands behind her to wrap around his neck and hang on.
    Th rain continued on well into the night, and he was still thrusting many minutes