Greetings lovelies,
Here's a little early Thanksgiving treat for you. I am truly thankful for you, readers!!
All my love,
Elyzabeth
She followed his gaze to the spot on the floor in front of
him. Amanda smiled. He didn’t need to say anything. She was well aware of what
he wanted. She swayed her hips with purpose as she walked toward him. His eyes
shone in that way she loved and the bulge in his trousers indicated he was
quite happy to see her. Gracefully, he kneeled before him. She thrust her chest
out so he could appraise her ample cleavage and locked her arms behind her neck
the way he liked. She dropped her gaze to the floor. His shoes were as black as
her pilgrim dress.
“My little pilgrim.”
His dark voice washed over her like an intimate caress and
she struggled for a moment to not look up at him. Amanda took in a deep
breathe, calming her nerves. She bit her lip as she felt the weight of his hand
on her head. He knocked her cap aside and ran his fingers down her chocolate
locks. She breathed through her nose. She loved when he petted her like this.
It was a gentle touch but at the same time the feel of his powerful hand on her
head made her feel owned. She wanted to purr.
“Lil’ pilgrim, stand up and show me your outfit.”
Her legs shook slightly as she pulled them out from beneath
her and stood. She took a step back and looked at Wes. He raised his eyebrows
and made a twirling motion with his index finger. Slowly, she turned. The dress
was indecent. It rose high above her thighs and was so tight and low at the
front that if she bent over too much her breasts might spill out. To complete
the outfit, she wore white stockings and cuffs.
“Spread your arms, love.”
She turned another full circle with her arms spread. Her nipples pebbled and arousal wetted the top of her highs. She bit her cheek to hide the smile of satisfaction that kept wanting to creep onto her face. She’d taken a peek at Wes when she’d turned and noticed his parted lips as he breathed hard.
She turned another full circle with her arms spread. Her nipples pebbled and arousal wetted the top of her highs. She bit her cheek to hide the smile of satisfaction that kept wanting to creep onto her face. She’d taken a peek at Wes when she’d turned and noticed his parted lips as he breathed hard.
“Beautiful. You may stop now.”
She immediately complied. She heard the squeak of the
leather couch as he rose. Her breath caught when she heard the click of his
belt buckle coming undone. She didn’t dare hope. The sound of his
zipper
sliding filled the quiet room. Her pussy throbbed.
“Spread your legs and bend at the waist. Hold your ankles.
That’s my lil’ pilgrim.”
She didn’t say a word as she waited for him to do something.
She didn’t know if it was possible, but if anyone asked her she would swear
that she could feel the way her sex filled with blood and engorged under his
perusal. She closed her eyes and struggled to control her breathing. He didn’t
move or speak. She felt his presence behind her. Watching her. Waiting for the
right moment to do something. Her heart beat so hard she thought it would crawl
out of her mouth.
“Relax Amanda. Color?”
“Gr-Green, so, so green, Sir.”
He grabbed her ass, digging his fingers into the meaty
flesh. She lost her balance and was forced to lean on the floor before jumping
back into position. Wes didn’t comment on it. She bit her lip. Gently, he
massaged her bottom. Her wetness spread. The throbbing between her legs grew.
“Please, please.”
They’d barely started and she was already begging.
“What do you want, my lil’ pilgrim? Are you hungry?
“Yes, yes, Sir.”
She thrust her ass back at him when he made to remove his
hand. Her squeak of surprise mingled with the sound of the three successive slaps
he delivered on her bottom.
“Repeat after me: For
what I am about to receive, I am truly thankful…”
“For--- ahh—“ The head of his cock eased into her.
“For what I am about to receive, Amanda.”
He pulled back. Fuck, she wanted to stomp her feet, grab his
cock and shove it into her. Instead, she repeated his words. He slid his solid
length inside of her. She moaned.
“I am truly thankful,” he prompted.
Amanda closed her eyes. He stretched her and filled her so well.
Gently, he eased her body upwards.
She panted. It was a miracle her breasts
hadn’t spilled. He squeezed one of the firm globes.
“Repeat.”
“I am truly thankful.”
She gasped as he pulled back and inside again, hard. Yes.
“Truly.”
She moved against him. He thrust into her.
“Truly thankful, Sir.”
Wes bent her over again, grabbed a handful of her hair with
one hand and her hip with the other and fucked her. Hard. She cried out in
pleasure. His hand slid between her legs. She spread them wider.
“Wet and wanton.”
He touched her clit. She crushed her ass against his groin
at the contact.
“Come for me, lil’ pilgrim. Show me how thankful you are for
this meal and I might just give you desert. I know how much you like cream.”
Amanda moaned. She shut her eyes and let herself fall into
the heavens as Wes twisted her clit. Pain and desire slammed into her in one
fluid motion that made her scream and her body shake in waves.
She mourned his loss when he pulled out, but excitement zinged
through her. She knew what was coming next. Desert. Wes placed his hand on her
shoulder and she kneeled. He grasped his cock, leisurely pumping it with his
left fist. He raised a dark eyebrow.
“For what I am—“
Amanda grinned.
“For what I am about to receive, I am truly thankful.”
She opened her mouth and took him in, moaning her
appreciation as he finally found his release.
The End. Happy Thanksgiving, lovelies!
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