"'Look,' he said. 'Look at yourself, your flower, in the mirror.' Suddenly, inexplicably, Margot was afraid. She was not sure she could look. Remy cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples, and the familiar twinge of pleasure sprang forth deep inside her, flushing her vulva with moistness. Remy reached down and slid a finger between her pussy lips, rubbing up and down, barely touching the opening of her vagina, making her breath catch in her throat. In her hand she clutched the lion dildo so hard her knuckles were white. Remy pushed her legs apart further, and reached up kneading and rolling her nipples between his fingers. 'Look!' he commanded, and Margot snapped her eyes open and looked into the mirror. Her pussy was red and lavender and swollen and pulsing. She could see the sucking motion it made, wanting to be filled. It was violent and gentle and beautiful like Remy's painting. She gasped, staring at it, at the self she'd never known. Remy reached down gently and took the hand that held the lion. 'Don't look away,' he said in her ear, and he guided her hand, guided the lion's head toward her swollen, wanting pussy. He lightly rubbed the ridges of the carved head of the dildo over her stiff clitoris, making her vagina quiver like a mouth that wanted to suck. Margo was mesmerized at the sight of herself. She began to work the dildo between her pussy lips, the mane and face of the lion becoming slick and milky with her honey. Remy reached up and pinched both nipples hard, causing a gasping shudder deep inside Margot, and she plunged the dildo deep in her pussy, watching in the mirror as the lion's head disappeared deep inside her again and again and again, her nipples taut and huge and stiff, full of painful pleasure as Remy rolled and pinched them between his fingernails. He was working himself against her back, his cum lubricating the skin between them, and she felt the head of his cock slide up and down the knobs of her vertebrae. She pushed the yellow-wood deeper, deeper, twisting it against her clit and Remy pressed down, pinching both nipples so hard between his fingers that they burned with fire, and she watched as she came, spilling sticky, sparkling fluid out onto her hands, Remy shooting hot wetness against her, bathing each other in their sweetness."
"She felt a gentle press spreading her wide and had to bury her face into the hollow of his shoulder as he fed his cock into her in one smooth motion, not stopping until the head nudged the hot spot at her core. He was huge -- long and thick, almost bruising, and his pubic bone bumped against her tender clit. She wrapped her arms around his back, feeling the soft throb of his pulse deep inside. She could tell he was holding back, heard his breath catch, felt a hot flood of his pre-cum."
"His sheer width was enough to send her senses soaring, but the additional tilt of his hips each time their bodies completely melded made her clit yearn for more. She met him, rolling her pelvis, daring to grind back, and Ric groaned softly at that, his mouth close to her ear."
"His cock pounded deeper, bottoming out, a hot, sticky rutting with every stroke."
"'Ahhh Leesa,' he gasped when her muscles began those little butterfly flutters that were a precursor to her climax."
"She felt him holding back again, wanting it to last, but her pussy was spasming, hot little pulses of pleasure that pushed her closer and closer to the edge."
"Her back arched as she felt her juices releasing in a flood of hot convulsions. Ric muffled his own climax against her mouth, his cock swelling and throbbing inside of her, every fiery blast of his cum forcing a little whimpering cry from her lips."
"As if he knew she wanted more, he slipped in another finger while massaging her swollen clit in harder circles with his thumb, sending sparks throughout her bloodstream and flooding her system with passion-filled fire."
"His exquisite technique of deliberate slow pumps sent waves of tremors through her body and a flash flood to her pussy as she climaxed."
"Fire roared through her system. Visions of them naked scorched her synapses and crackled through her gray matter. Though she tried to fight it, her gaze was pulled to his by some unseen force. Golden fields of wheat swayed in his irises, mesmerizing her senses and hammering away at the last strands of her restraint."
"Hot seed spurted as her sheath contracted around him, coating him in her molten-hot juices."
"Her milky white skin glowed, shimmered, in the faint light. He drank in the sight of her flat belly, her full breasts tipped with small, pink buds that would taste so succulent. As he reached out to touch her, his hand trembled, but his eyes fastened on the thatch of curls nestled and the juncture of her thighs. It was like staring at the gates of heaven."
"Gavin groaned and shot forward, wrapping his arms around her waist. If she touched him in such a manner again, he'd not last long enough to see what the inside of heaven looked like."
"Drifting closer and closer to that place just out of reach, she bit down on her lip and broke through the surface of the paradise that beckoned her."
"Gavin braced himself and, armored only in his lust and need for the woman beneath him, broke through those gates of heaven and sought desperately for the redemption he could only find there."
"He felt her maidenhead straining against him. He stilled himself, anxious to feel all of her completely, but just as anxious to cause her no unnecessary pain. Closing his eyes, he prayed for patience, but more so, he prayed for a painless, pleasurable experience for Nakkole. He nails bit into his shoulders, piercing his thoughts as a blade of grass might burst a bubble, and he focused on the need filling her eyes."
"Pleasure exploded along her nerve-endings in a blinding wave. She lost any sense of time, all ability to reason. Wicked excitement controlled her. He pushed her vest and her bra out of his path and stroked the painfully beaded tips of her breasts until she was whimpering she knew not what. From that point there wasn't a moment where she regained control or even came close. She was squirming, writhing, begging him not to stop, possessed by a greedy blaze of elemental need. At an intoxicating high of delirious pleasure she was gripped by wild convulsions of ecstatic release. Shell-shocked by the jolting, all-encompassing power of that experience, she clung to him in the aftermath."
The Italian's Inexperienced Mistress -- Lynne Graham
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