Mademoiselle Faron: A French Welcome (Chateau Rouge Book 3) by Matt Coolomon

Author:Matt Coolomon [Coolomon, Matt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-07-14T00:00:00+00:00

Gail

“The only thing I can recommend is to get rid of the rusty old barbed wire and replace the fencing with a netted kind designed for sheep.

“I don’t think this is going to keep them in for long once they work out they can push through it. And that’s dangerous anyway and they’ll get injuries and you’ll need a real vet.”

We were in a small shearing shed with thin wooden-slatted floors. The smell of wool from times past tickled my nose. This was probably a much larger sheep grazing operation back in the day.

I had leant against a post, holding it behind me whilst my body was being looked over quite hungrily.

“But this isn’t why you brought me here is it Monsieur Durand? I know what you want!”

His smile broadened and his bushy brows lifted. “But it’s you who brought me here Mademoiselle.”

He stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers and caressed down to my neck.

“It is you who returned and have brought me here to my knees in désespoir.”

He lifted my chin with a finger the way Mr Matisse had done on the plane. He took my lips softly and I moaned into the kiss.

“It is you who have returned and brought me to the point I must have you Mademoiselle Faron.”

He stroked down from my neck to squeeze a breast.

I moaned into his mouth again and thrust for the contact. He felt desperately from one breast to the other, massaging me and pinching my nipples through the thin stretch cotton.

He moved beside me and exposed the full front of my body whilst continuing to kiss me with my head turned.

He rubbed down over my belly and I moaned again into his mouth as he felt between my legs.

I was still clutching the post behind me. I needed to, otherwise I would have slumped to the floor.

He used his middle finger and pressed it between the lips of my pussy then rubbed in little circles with his nail.

He was massaging my clit and working my inner lips open at the same time, still through my dress though. I was desperate for him to put his hand underneath.

“Ah so wet Mademoiselle Faron.”

“Ah huh. I can’t help it with men like you.”

“Haha chérie, men like me?” the man chuckled.

“Yes men like you! Men who shouldn’t be touching me but do anyway because they need to.”

“Ah oui I need to. I need to feel how wet you are inside now.”

I drew a big breath. “Ah huh, huh Monsieur Durand, don’t tease me.”

“Hmm. How wet you are in here Mademoiselle. Did you bring me this?”

“Ah huh, huh yes I brought it to you.”

“You brought me la chatte?”

I gulped and nodded. “I brought you my pussy.”

“Ah oui, this little pussy under here?” he went on taunting me and touched me bare. His thick old fingers were rubbing me open and sopping my juices.

“Uh huh, I brought it back for you Monsieur Durand. I was so wet for you in the chapel that day.

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