Taming Tessa (Montana Maiden Series Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

there keep me from becoming with child? I doubted this, but was inclined to agree with Cole. I wanted children, but not immediately. The thought of growing fat was not the least bit appealing. Only time would tell if it would work. He'd also said it would keep me...slick.
    "Slick? Slick for what?"
    "For the cork, but also for ass fucking. I might want to fuck your ass and I want to make sure you're good and ready for me, even when there isn't a jar of ointment nearby."
    "For...I mean," I gasped, then cleared my throat. I had no idea this was something a man did, or wanted to do. "Ass fucking?"
    "That's where I take my cock and bury it deep in your ass. I'll fuck you there, Tessa, so it's important that you're very slick and ready."
    The very idea had me clenching my bottom. Bent as I was, I could see the outline of his ... cock … through his pants. He was aroused and he was not small. I had no idea how he would fit in my woman's passage, let alone in my bottom.
    "You...you want to do that to me?"
    Cole dipped his fingers into a jar on the table, then moved them to my ass and rubbed cool ointment around my opening, similar to what he’d done at church. "Darlin', you have no idea."
    I squeaked and clenched at his touch. He was aroused because he longed for... that? The concept of his desire did not appeal to me, but the knowledge that I aroused him certainly did. I felt the item he called a pill being pushed against me and I was brought out of my reverie. My body fought the foreign object, but to no avail; he easily inserted the round object past my entrance, with one finger nudging it into my depths. It wasn't pleasant, and I felt my hips shift to avoid his penetrating finger as sweat broke out upon my skin.
    "Cole," I replied, panting and wincing at the intrusion. "It's...I don't...oh God, it's too much."
    He stopped and I had a moment of relief that he'd heeded my words. "Easy, darlin'. You're almost done." I glanced to the side. He picked up the small wooden object again. Cole was most certainly not done. After the experience at church, this cork's insertion went fairly quickly, although it was almost impossible for me to relax to have it go in. I panted through his ministrations. Clearly Cole had no intention of being defeated, and continued circling and pushing forward until it spread me open. I hissed at the final stretching.
    Grabbing a cloth, he wiped his hands. "Sit upon the table."
    I stood and relaxed my tense shoulders, feeling the things in my bottom. My body burned at the constant stretch. It wasn't remotely enjoyable, in fact, quite uncomfortable. I turned to face Cole, whose head was lowered as he looked his fill at my body. In comparison to my small frame, he was large and rough around the edges, with tanned work worn hands, an early beard growing on his jaw, and tiny lines at the corner of his eyes. I should be afraid of him, but I wasn't. I longed for him. Even after the things he'd said, I desired him. I wasn't immune; I felt my nipples pebble.
    "Sit? Here? Cole, this is where we eat our meals," I countered.
    He grabbed my hips and unceremoniously sat me upon the hard surface. The coolness of it against my private places made me squeak and I shifted my hips as the cork pushed into me.
    "Lean back on your elbows."
    "Cole--" I whined.
    He arched on brow. "Are you planning on questioning everything?"
    I tilted my chin up. "When you have ridiculous notions, then yes."
    I saw the corner of his mouth turn up as he pushed on my shoulders, making me fall back into the position he requested. My breath hissed out at the cool contact with my bare back. He took firm grip of both my ankles and lifted them up and wide, exposing me. With my bottom at the edge of the table, Cole could no doubt see...everything.
    Without releasing my legs, he knelt on the floor so his face was lined up with....
    "Cole!" I pushed up onto my hands in outrage. He couldn't look at me thusly! "You can't look at my woman's garden like