"Joanna Wylde - The Price of Pleasure" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wylde Joanna)

gently against his cock. One finger reached down toward her clit, and even with the
layers of cloth between them Calla gasped slightly at the touch. She was afraid of him,
but excited, too. He still held a blade to her throat, and she didn’t doubt that he’d use it
if he needed too, but he was also attracted to her. He held most of the power in the
situation, but some small part of it was hers–he wanted her, Calla, the slave.
With a shock, she realized she wanted him, too. A tendril of sensation coiled
through her at his touch, and she could feel moisture gather between her legs. Without
pausing to consider the consequences of her actions, she relaxed against him slightly,
allowing her legs to shift restlessly. It surprised him, Calla could tell, because he
stopped breathing for a moment.
She watched as he moved the knife from her throat. He set it down on a small table
beside them before reaching back to her aching breast. He started rocking the aroused
length of his cock against her again, one hand massaging her breast while the other
focused attention between her legs. His large fingers moved back and forth, pushing the
rough fabric of her undergarments across her most sensitive spot. It felt so good it was
almost painful.
A pressure was building in her body, and while she was still far from coming, she
let out a little moan. She simply had to have more. Without thinking, Calla whispered, “I
want to do more than this.”
The man holding her must have felt the same way, because he groaned into her hair
and thrust sharply against her with his cock. Using both arms, he crushed her against his
body, lifting her so that he would be cradled against her butt.
The feeling of him there, so close to where she wanted him, was almost too much.
Calla moaned a little, trying to convey her urgency. She wanted him. Now.
Spurred on by the noise, Seth carried her toward the large bed in the center of the
room.
It was still mussed from his sleep the night before and the thought of his body lying
there caused a rush of moisture in between her legs. In mere moments she would be
experiencing that body for herself, and she was ready. His hard length pressed against
her with every step; Calla’s muscles clenched involuntarily in anticipation.
When they reached the bed, he pushed her roughly forward and she fell on her
stomach. Before she could even start to crawl into a different position, her skirts were up
around her head, tangling her hands and immobilizing her. His large, fingers felt
roughly for the moist entrance to her cunt. Calla moaned and pressed back against him.
She was ready for him.
Then his fingers were replaced by something much larger and his cock pushed
against her opening. Both of his hands went to her hips, lifting them high and bracing
her slight frame for what was to happen next. Calla couldn’t see a thing, but he felt
enormous and she briefly wondered whether he would fit.
Then her question was answered as he gave a powerful thrust against her. Goddess,
he was huge. It felt like someone was shoving a battering ram up her cunt, and she cried
out in pain and shock. She’d never felt a man like this one before.
At her cry, the man withdrew partially and paused to massage her clit. The feel of
his fingers was heavenly, and within in seconds Calla was squirming against him.
Somehow she managed to free her arms enough to raise herself on to her elbows, and
she used the leverage to push back toward him with a whimper, yearning for him to fill
her again. It was unlike any sexual experience she’d ever had. She needed him, wanted
him, had to have him.
Seth starting thrusting again, moving more quickly as the tide of lust swept through
them. He pushed into her again and again, grunting harshly with the effort.