St. Ronan's Well by Walter Scott (ebook offline reader .txt) 📕

When it was done, he picked her up in his arms, carried her over the threshold, put her down into the water, and followed her inside. He was going to cherish this moment. Rather than give her space, he moved and pulled her into position in front of him, banding his arms around her. He placed kisses at her neck.

“How was your first time?” he asked.

She giggled. “That was amazing.” She reached up, cupping his cheek. “Thank you.”

“No, baby, thank you.” He kissed her again and groaned. “Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?” His cock was already thickening against her ass.

“I have an idea.”

“Are you sore?”

She tilted her head back and shook her head. “Not at all.”

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Talia stood, holding a cup of coffee, staring at Sarge’s naked ass. He’d fucked her four times last night, and they’d gotten to sleep around seven in the morning. She’d never been awake all night before. Glancing over at the clock, she saw it was a little after ten. She’d climbed out of bed twenty minutes ago, used his bathroom, and made her way downstairs. The coffee pot had brewed. She’d also let Russ out for a walk.

Sipping at the dark liquid, she couldn’t take her eyes away from the hard planes of his ass. She’d admired his body plenty of times while at the bar, but now, naked, she got to see the teasing marks of his ink that touched the top swells of his ass.

The tattoo itself was dark, with what appeared to be shading working into the darkness. The design looked like a graveyard in the moonlight. There was one spark of color, in a tree. A single apple held onto a branch.

She loved it.

He must have sat for hours to get it done.

“You know it’s rude to stare,” he said.

She looked up and sure enough, Sarge was turned toward her with a smile on his lips. “I think I rather like having my ass stared at,” he said.

“You’re not funny.”

“You were checking out my ass.” He rolled over. She couldn’t help but look down and sure enough, his cock pointed straight up.

She licked her lips and watched as he wrapped his fingers around his length.

“Licking those lips is asking for trouble, Talia.”

“What kind of trouble?”

“Come here.”

She put her coffee down and moved toward him. He didn’t change position but his hand kept moving up and down his length.

She kept on staring at him as she licked her lips, waiting. He was so perfect.

“Do you want to lick it?” he asked.

Talia nodded, not taking her eyes away from him.

“Get on the bed with your head near my cock.” His fingers moved toward the base of his dick and she did as he instructed.

After the bath, and having sex multiple times, they’d taken a shower together before passing out. He smelled of soap and so masculine as well.

“Now, get your lips nice and wet.”

She glided her tongue across her lips as he asked.

“Now, taste me, just with your tongue.”

Talia moved forward and slid her tongue across the tip, gliding down to the base.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, that feels nice. Like that. Just like that. Now, use your lips like you want to suck me.”

She covered the tip of his cock and moved over him, going down until he hit the back of her throat. She moaned around his length.

“Now, do what you want,” he said.

She bobbed her head over his cock, going down and up, swallowing, licking, and sucking. She tasted him.

“Use your hands,” he said.

She took over from where he held his length, and working up and down, she took him deep, finding a pace that suited her. She felt him push forward a few times and even as she choked, she loved the feel of him in her mouth.

Looking up, she saw his gaze on her.

“You have no idea how sexy you look. I knew those lips were fuckable, and baby, you’re a natural at this.”

Her own arousal had spiked and as Sarge growled, she knew he was close.

“I’m going to come, baby. You’ve got to stop now or take it all.”

She didn’t stop.

Even though she’d been a virgin a few hours ago, there were some things she knew automatically, like the fact he wanted her to swallow. She did. As he came in her mouth, she moaned and swallowed, tasting him. There was so much, and mixed with her saliva, she didn’t get it all down as she felt it leak out of her mouth. Once she was finished, she sat back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smiling at him.

“Fuck, baby.” He sat up and kissed her. As he did this, he also pushed her to the bed and spread her thighs wide.

He broke the kiss only long enough to go between her thighs to lick her pussy. Sarge held her open, his tongue dancing from her clit to her entrance, then back up.

When he sucked her into his mouth, using his teeth to continue licking and sucking, she didn’t think she was going to last. In fact, she knew she wasn’t going to be able to.

She came hard against his mouth.

He’d lasted longer than her.

Sarge kissed up her body, taking her tits into his mouth, then finally kissing her lips.

“Now that’s one way to wake up.” He’d moved the shirt she wore out of his way and he held it in his grip. “Did I say you could wear this?”

She shook her head. “I, er, I let Russ out. I made some coffee.” Her stomach chose that moment to growl.

“I’m a horrible host. Are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

He climbed off the bed and held