Molly Coddle
Highway Robbery
He's got the goods and She wants them.
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"Mind your manners,
milord." She tugged his hair in annoyance.
He yelped, his aqua
eyes flashing in annoyance."I thought you were
going to be nice!'
She tugged again,
making him wince."We'll
get to that presently." She pushed him up against
the coach, which rocked from the impact. She pressed
her cool length against his, breast to breast, broad
chest to incredible bosom. "Where are the goods?"
"Be reasonable,
just who is getting robbed here anyway?" He was
once again surprised by her height. She was staring
at him eye to eye. Her legs were so, well, long in
her boots up to the thigh and tight man's breeches.
Her doeskin clad hips
writhed against the silk of his breeches.
He felt himself leap
to sudden and profound attention and choked. His thoughts
traveled straight down to the warm vee in her parted
thighs that was cradling the heat of his erection.
"The jewels are
in a compartment under the driver's seat," he
said breathlessly.
"That's my good
boy," she purred then brushed his lips with hers.
He leaned to kiss
her more fully and was surprised when she met him
halfway. Her red lips parted and her tongue swept
in to parry with his. She tasted so fresh, so sweet
like a cool glass of spring water. He moaned and shook
as lust took over his body.
"Mmm." She
sighed, breaking their kiss.
"Can we untie
my hands now, I'd like to…" He stopped,
gazing down at the expanse of exposed bosom so tantalizingly
close. He desperately wanted to hold those abundant
creamy globes in his hands then peel them from her
half-undone waistcoat and draw her nipples into his
mouth.
"I have a better
idea," Molly whispered.
"What?"
Her palms brushed
against the silk of his breeches then busy fingers
on his trouser buttons.
His mind churned to
a sudden halt then leapt in panic. "Right
here? In front of your, um assistant and my coachman?"
It was getting very difficult to think. All he could
concentrate on was the feel of her gloved fingers
inside his breeches then along the contours of his
rigid flesh.
"And your two
footmen as well," she chuckled. "Mustn't
forget them. Don't worry, I've got a floor length,
great-coat on, they won't see a damn thing."
He watched in fascination
as she caught the fingertip of one glove in her white
teeth then pulled, peeling the leather from her hand.
She slid her bare hand into his pants and along his
heavy erection. They both sighed. She snuggled up
tight against him.
He tried to make room
for her by getting his hands over her head but she
wouldn't let him drop his hands around her. He ended
up holding them high. They struggled for position
a bit more, but he so very wanted to touch her and
his hands and elbows kept getting in the way. If he
hadn't been so fucking hard, he would have laughed
at the situation.
She grunted in frustration.
"It seems that you're right, doing you up against
the coach could get problematical seeing as your hands
are tied," she conceded.
"You could untie
me," he whispered invitingly as he nuzzled her
perfumed neck under that incredible mane of red waves.
He rocked his hips and his cock against her palm.
"That would take
the fun out of it," she giggled and pulled away,
then gripped the lapels of his frock coat.
He gasped. "What?"
He was tugged forward then pushed back.
"Into the coach
my fair lord, I'm gon'na fuck you on your seat-cushions,"
she growled.
