Taming Tessa (Montana Maiden Series Book 2)

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Book: Taming Tessa (Montana Maiden Series Book 2) by Vanessa Vale Read Free Book Online
Authors: Vanessa Vale
against her throat once again and her eyes flared wide in panic. I pulled back. "That's it. Breathe through your nose. When I go all the way in, swallow." I pushed in and she made a cry of protest, although it came out garbled around my cock. Drool dripped from the corner of her mouth. "Yes, darlin'," I hissed when she'd taken all of me, although with substantial protest. "Such a good girl. Now swallow."
    She couldn't do it. Tears dripped from the corners of her eyes and she continued to fight me. I pulled back about an inch, moderating my strokes until she caught her breath. Once she'd calmed, I thrust deep again and her innocent little mouth was too much. Quickly, like a teenager and his first cock sucking, I came. My orgasm started in my spine and up into my balls.
    "Swallow, darlin'," I groaned, pumping my hips. "Take it all."
    When the first thick stream of cum hit the back of Tessa's throat, her eyes widened even further. She worked to take all of my seed, her small hands pounding on the muscles of my thighs, most likely surprised by the thick ropes of cum filling her mouth, sliding down her throat.
    Even with her struggling, I sighed in satisfaction, I couldn't help it. Her tentativeness had pushed me over the edge in record time. Slowly, I pulled my softening cock from her mouth and tucked it back in my pants. "That was incredible, darlin'. With consistent practice, you're going to be one good cock sucker." A dribble of cum leaked out of the corner of Tessa's mouth. Using my thumb, I brushed it off. "Open up," I murmured, sated.
    She did, but she was a mess. A beautiful mess. Her face was mottled red, her eyes were watery and her nose ran. I could see her insecurity at being used thusly in her eyes. Her little pink tongue flicked out and cleaned the cum off. Surely, she needed training.
    "Good girl."
    "Cole, I can't do that every morning." She sniffled. "I couldn't breathe and there was so much, I couldn't swallow it all."
    "I know," I said, my voice soothing as I ran my hand over her silky hair. "It's hard now, but you're going to practice and you'll get better and better. If you haven't learned already, I'm a patient man, and you're doing so well. Now, over to the bar." I pointed to the wall where a bar was mounted. It was similar to a short section of hand railing for a stairway.
    "What's the bar?" she wondered, using the back of her hand to wipe her nose.
    "It's for you to hold on to so that I can tend to you. It's where I'll take out or put in a cork or plug, perhaps check and make sure you're nice and wet for me. Definitely a place where I can fuck you."
    "But...but why now?"
    "I have to take the cork out," I replied.             
    Clearly she was ready for the object to be removed because she practically leapt from the bed to stand in front of it.
    "Put your hands on the bar and bend at the waist, just like at church."
    She looked at me briefly over her shoulder, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, but complied, grabbing hold of the piece of wood.
    This was my first glimpse of Tessa at the bar and it was something to remember. Her dark hair fell down like a curtain almost to the floor. Her breasts hung beneath her with ripe nipples ready to be plucked. Her ass was round and heart shaped and her shaved pussy looked used - red and swollen lips with sticky cum and virgin's blood coating her down to her thighs. The small cork in her ass only completed the image that she was indeed mine.
    "You are so beautiful, darlin'." I gently worked the cork from her ass. "For doing an exceptional job with your first cock sucking, you deserve a reward." I ran a tip of one finger through her slick folds. She was wet for me. Slowly, gently, I slid one finger into her tight, satiny depths as my thumb worked her clit. Using my other hand, I circled her ass, slick from the ointment and worked the tip of my finger into her there as well. It didn't take long to bring her to the brink, then tip her over. She came so

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