“Thank you for a wonderful show,” he whispered. “And now, I would continue with what you had begun.” He placed her hand on his manhood.
Rhiannon undid the buttons of his breeches, and he sprang forth, a wild animal seeking its prey. She held him in her hand, the soft flesh over the hardness of his erection pleasing to her senses. She guided him into her, gasped when he was in. In this position, he felt even larger, he pulled at her stomach and the pain was exquisite.
“Move,” he ordered, and she did, rising on her knees and using her thighs to slide herself up and down his turgid shaft. He did not even hold her; his hands were at his side. She wriggled upon him, impaled, feeling another explosion coming on upon her.
“Dane!” she shrieked as it tore through her, making her move faster and
