lloyd hansen's cottage wife

You shiver and clasp his wrist as he squeezes your neck. He inhales your scent and nuzzles your ear, teething the tender brim. You close your eyes as your muscles knot.

Fear courses coldly beneath the tide of heat flowing from your core. His hand slips down your pelvis and toys with the curly hair there. You tense even tighter as he inches closer and closer to his need.

His roughened fingers dip between your folds and you gasp past the vice of his other hand. He rubs you, lightly at first, then presses firmly and drags across your clit. You whine and bite down.

“Shhh,” he hushes you as his naked torso grazes your back.

He plays with you, deliberate and determined. He swirls and twirls his fingers, changing his motion each time you make a noise or twitch. Your insides clench over and over as you fight the rising pressure deep inside.

You squeeze his forearm and bite your tongue as you drone. Your body shakes and spasms as your voice flows out of you with the tension, the release trembling in your thighs. You gulp and gasp as your orgasm storms through you.

He doesn’t stop. Not even as you beg. His fingers are so certain, so adept, that it isn’t long before you're cumming again, thighs pressing against his large hand.

His fingers glide back and he delves inside you. One finger, into its limit, then out. A second, down to the knuckles, several thrusts of his hand as you whimper. Then a third, forced past the tight resistance until you wail.

He hushes you again, sniffing the back of your neck, his nose tickling you. He extends his tongue and licks the drop of sweat as it trickles down your nape. You roll your head over his locked hand and let it hang forward.

He slides his fingers out of you and smears the wetness up your cunt and pelvis. He snarls and shifts behind you. He pushes his fingers between your folds again and spreads them. You twitch as he angles you up.

His tip flicks down your cunt and he catches himself in the crooked of two fingers. He guides his dick to your entrance and wiggles, teasing you as he growls. He pushes his tip into you with his fingers as you groan.

He holds himself there, just inside you, as you squirm. He pushes his nose into your hair as he slowly enters you. You tighten around him and writhe. He stills you with a squeeze on your throat and rubs your clit.

You heave and dangle from his embrace as he bottoms out. You squeal as your insides tremble. Your arms fall straight and you clutch at the barren mattress. He rears back, slipping out inch by inch, then thrusts back in with a single sharp thrust.

You wail and slap the sides of his thighs. “Please, ow–”

He shushes you a third time. He picks up his pace with each delve inside of you until he’s in full rut. The friction and impact of your flesh echoes through and around you. You hang weakly as he fucks you without relent.

He falls on you with his full weight as his voice rumbles in his chest. His head hangs down next to yours and a roar breaks free like thunder. His hips pump relentlessly as he shakes the creaky metal frame.

He cums as he smothers his voice in the crook of your neck. You can feel it inside, spilling out around him as he keeps thrusting through his climax. When he finally stops, the world seems to as well. He pants heavily beside your ear as his weight crushes you.

You don’t move. Not even as he slides out of you. He kneels over you and plays with the cum leaking out of you. He pushes it back in with a hum, spreading his fingers wide as he stretches you, then pulls out gruffly.

He shoves off and the bed lurches. His footsteps slap away. You bury your face in the bed as your heartbeat steadies. You wait.

He doesn’t return. Slowly, you roll over. It takes some time to find the strength to sit up. You look down at the gush that spills out between your legs. You quiver.

A hand claps down on your shoulder and pushes you to your back. Curtis is behind you, snarling down as his dick bobs above your head. He bares his teeth.

“You really thought you could leave me?” He grits.

“No, I was–”

Curtis’ fingers flexed around your throat, each digit pushing into the column of your neck. Your fingers wrapped around his wrist as your lungs constricted and begged for air, but the ache between your legs cried for him to squeeze harder.

Your lips parted, letting a needy whimper escape. Curtis chuckled darkly as he bent to press a wet kiss to your open mouth before he pulled back slightly and you watched with wide eyes as his jaw slightly moved, hearing the saliva gather against his tongue as you were forced down onto your knees.

You knew better than to close your mouth, so with the aid of the hand still tight around your throat you tipped your head back. His spit landed with a sick muted slap against your tongue as you were about to swallow, two thick fingers toyed with your parted lips before sliding to the back of your throat.

Curtis’ fingers flexed around your throat, each digit pushing into the column of your neck. Your fingers wrapped around his wrist as your lungs constricted and begged for air, but the ache between your legs cried for him to squeeze harder.

Your lips parted, letting a needy whimper escape. Curtis chuckled darkly as he bent to press a wet kiss to your open mouth before he pulled back slightly and you watched with wide eyes as his jaw slightly moved, hearing the saliva gather against his tongue as you were forced down onto your knees.

You knew better than to close your mouth, so with the aid of the hand still tight around your throat you tipped your head back. His spit landed with a sick muted slap against your tongue as you were about to swallow, two thick fingers toyed with your parted lips before sliding to the back of your throat.

The guy had come in with the wrong attitude right from the start. Stomping loudly into your club, along with his hoard of men, spoke down to Ari, and sat way too close to you. Continuously made flirtatious, skin-crawling comments, eyes gawking over your curvy frame; just generally being a fucking creep while trying to take you for fools.

Ari watches the guy as his eyes pass over your body, how he licks his lower lips as he glazes over every curve of your body; how he would slide closer in the booth and creep his hand towards the one you have resting on the table while he drones on about his proposals.

Ari's waiting on the edge of his seat for this motherfucker to dare to make the wrong move, say the wrong thing; and when finally does, by placing a hand on your thigh and leaning in close to your ear, Ari's reaction is instant. He knocks the table with the speed at which he stands on his feet, grabs the man hauls him up with a tight grip on his throat with ease. Men on both sides draw their guns and have them pointed in the direction of the other's while Ari snarls out,

''Don't you fucking touch her!” and squeezes his hand tighter, his teeth on show, and enjoying the sounds of struggling breaths coming from the man.

''Shush, shush, shush, it's alright,'' you begin to coax, lifting up onto your knees on the velvet booth cushion, reaching out a hand to your man in an attempt to gather his attention. ''It's okay. Take it easy, boy. Drop him, that's it, let him go.''

Ari considers ignoring your instructions, thinking you're being too easy on parasites like the one he's holding in his hand. They don't deserve to sit near you, look at you, touch you. They don't deserve to breathe the same air as you, but he knows better than to defy you and reluctantly releases his grip and lets the man thud to the floor as he gulps down air like it's water.

Ari fights back a snarl as he turns to you as you relax into your seat, swishing your legs to the side and pointing to the ground in front of you. Ari sits on the floor, facing you and curling his arms possessively around your waist as he lays his head on the meat of your thigh. His eyes flutter closed as you begin to comb your fingers through his hair, massage your fingernails against his scalp softly and pet the nape of his neck in an attempt to soothe the rage inside him.

''Aw, that's my good boy, there he is, so perfect and protective,'' you coo softly as he nuzzles his cheek against your thigh and lets out a deep sigh before opening his eyes to look back at the man who's clutching his throat while he coughs and stares at you both in fear of making another wrong move and upsetting the hound once again.

Ari would happily sit at your feet forever, protect you forever. Kill anyone for you, burn the world for you.

“You’re gonna get 5%, and you’re gonna take it with a smile on your face and lots of gratitude or, I’m gonna let him finish what he started,'' you say firmly before nodding your head towards the exit. ''Leave,'' you finish sternly before turning your attention back to Ari after the man nodded with a nervous smile and bolted from the club along with his men.

You snapped your fingers to clear the room, your men quickly making their way out, leaving you and Ari alone.

Ari doesn't need you to say a word, he manhandles your legs, lifting them with hands under your thighs, granting him access to nose at your throbbing cunt before mouthing over damp panties. Seeing him almost choke a man to death for simply placing a hand on your thigh lit a fire in your core, making you ache to feel his mouth on you.

''Ah, ah, ah, drop your hands. Dogs don't have hands, silly boy.''

Ari lets his hands fall to his lap, knowing better than to palm at his hardening cock as he laps over fabric; his moans and hums of pleasure sending faint vibrations over your clit until the point you can't hold back any longer.

You hook your arms over your thighs to help keep them up and hook a finger under your panties to pull them to the side, gasping as Ari's breath ghosts over your soaking cunt. Your heavy-lidded eyes watch as Ari licks a slow stripe from your leaking hole to your engorged nub, pulling a strung-out moan from within you.

It doesn't take Ari long to bring you right to the edge, his skillful tongue flicking quickly, rolling and waving over your clit, dipping down to lap the juices dripping from your hole, making you sing out loud, whining moans as you grip and comb through his long locks. Your thighs twitch, your breath hitches, rocking your hips against his tongue. His brows pulled together and groaning deep in his throat as he works hard to pull you over the edge.

He makes you cum with a shout of his name, tipping your head back and your back arching off the back of the booth as you roll your hips against his mouth as he moans triumphantly. You look down and your eyes lock together as he smirks and laps up every drop, making you twist and whine and push against his forehead with the palm of your hand.

''Ah, ah, sensitive- That's enough, puppy,'' You say breathlessly, dropping your legs as Ari sits back with a whine, not without stealing one last taste before doing so. Your heels click loudly against the floor, your legs still parted widely so you can stoke softly over your mound as you bite your lip and tip your head back, chest rising and falling heavily.

''Go on,'' you sigh out, sliding your foot between Ari's parted legs and pressing against his hard, clothed cock. ''You know what to do. Your turn, puppy.''

Ari doesn't need to be told twice, he gets himself comfortable, leaning forward to rest his forehead against your thigh as he begins to rut against your lower leg. Lips parted, soft gasps starting to fall from his lips. You tip your head back up to look at him, your fingers still stroking over yourself softly as you slowly watch your hound come apart.

“Such a good boy, that’s it, puppy. Oh, that feels good, doesn't it? So good for me, aren’t you? Yeah~”

It's not long before Ari's rutting furiously against your leg, mouth parted against your thighs, his deep moans filling the room, his eyes screwed shut with concentration before soon letting out frustrated, desperate whines because it's just not enough, he can't seem to find the right pressure, the right stroke, the right speed and it's becoming overwhelming and he's so wound up from the need to cum. He needs your hands on him, or to be fucking himself inside you, but he's too far gone to form the words.

He looks up at you hopelessly, unable to stop the rolls and snaps of his lips and he pleads through pitiful whines and sobs as you stroke his cheek and smirk down at him.

''You can do it, puppy, you're so close, you can do it-'' Ari lets out a loud, choked cry and shakes his head. He can't do it, he needs more. ''Yes, you can, puppy. You can do it for me, baby, you're right there. Be a good boy, be a good boy, and cum for me.''

You continue to talk him through it, hands roaming over his shoulders, through his hair, you pushing your lower leg to help with the friction until he finally cums, hips stalling and his body tensing up sharply as he comes apart.

''That's my good boy, I told you you could do it, you did so well, so good for me,'' you coo as you move your leg away and slide into his lap to wrap your arms around Ari's broad shoulders, feeling him pant against your neck and still letting out gasps and whines as you roll your hips down against his sensitive, spent cock until he can't take it no more and grips your hips to stop your movements as you chuckle lowly in his ear.

''Such a good boy. Let's get you home and cleaned up, hmm?''