Warprize (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards, 5)(MFMMMMMM) Read Online Free PDF Page B

deeper, making the woman scream in
ecstasy, before he withdrew yet again and left her panting and
squirming, her crude mouth begging him not to stop.
    Cedney could stand it no more. She
stood, deciding to brave it out and reveal that she had been hiding
there. After all, what could he do to her? She was the lord of the
manor here. This was her territory. She had a right to do as she
pleased.
    When he saw her stand a slow grin
lifted his lips, his eyes narrowed. With a languid gesture of one
hand, he beckoned Cedney forward.
     
    * * * *
     
    So the young man was curious, eh? Well,
that was natural at his age. Dom wasn't sure whether Bloodwynne's
spying was because of his interest in sex acts, in women. Or in
him. Another pleasing jolt of excitement pulsed through him at the
idea that he might be the object of Cedney's curiosity. But why should it
affect him so? Dom was no novice when it came to all manner of
sexual games and really none of this should surprise him. The young
lord was attractive, interesting, sensual.
    And the way he kept those wide
summer-sky blue eyes trained on Dom's cock was extremely
arousing.
    A great deal of fun could be had by
all if he took the lad under his wing and taught him a few things
about fucking.
    Cedney approached on the balls of his
feet, as if he didn't want the woman to know he was there. Dom
signaled for the lad to kneel beside him and he slowly withdrew the
length of his shaft again until only the tip rested inside the
woman's quivering cunt. He shoved her gown further out of the way
to ensure Bloodwynne had a full, unrestricted view.
    "Perhaps you'd like a turn, my lord.
Be my guest." After all, he reasoned, it was only polite to share
and this was one of the young man's fields he was
plowing.
    Cedney stared at his wet cock. "A...a
turn?"
    Dom laughed softly and slapped the
woman's rump. He felt her pussy squeeze his cockhead in response
and she panted hard, grunting at him to get his prick back inside
her. "Have a turn at this shapely wench, Bloodwynne. Good practice
for the wedding night."
    "Oh." The lad faltered and then turned
his gaze to the ripe cunny on display. "Yes. I...think I'd
rather...I'd rather watch you."
    "But look," Dom slipped his cock fully
out and held the woman's nether lips wide open with his thumbs.
"There's plenty of good warmth to be shared. And the wench minds
not. She's well seasoned for it and very generous. Take your turn,
my lord. Have at this cunny now or you might be over-ready for my
niece on the wedding night."
    Still the young man hesitated, so Dom
thrust three fingers inside the woman's eager twat and diddled her
clitty until she began to come violently with a shattered scream.
He glanced over at Cedney's face and saw how intently the lad
watched. It aroused Dom further still, and he began forcing more of
his hand inside the woman's cunt.
    "Doesn't that hurt her?" the young man
muttered, staring.
    "Does it sound as if it hurts her?"
Dom laughed huskily. "She's well stretched." He slowly pulled his
fist out again to show the sticky dew that thickly coated his hand.
He spread his fingers. "Why not have a taste of her first then," he
said, realizing his voice had turned husky. He was very eager to
see the young lord go at it and if Cedney didn't soon make a move
he might have to push that too-pretty face into the wench's pussy
to get things started. The reticent lad didn't know what he was
missing. Surely he wasn't a virgin? Surely not saving himself for
marriage?
    To his relief, Cedney hitched forward
and seemed about to lick the waiting pussy, but then suddenly he
took Dom's wet fingers into his mouth instead.
    A thick, hard, thudding
beat now took over his pulse and tightened his sac. Christ . He would end up
mounting this gorgeous lad if he wasn't careful. Right here and now
in the dirt of the farmyard, he'd have the pretty young lord bent
over and his tight buttocks pried open for a raw pounding neither
would soon forget. Or recover from.
    He