A night of debauchery

Emma got on all fours and began licking Mr. Roarke's balls as he impaled Jenna, who was completely surprised by the penetration of this man she had always loved. She had always known she would be his, and if she could have, she would have saved her virginity for him.

Mr. Roarke carried Jenna and lay down on a bed in an adjacent room designed for this kind of situation. Jenna was completely full, moaning. His penis vibrated inside her like a living being in its own right. It seemed to be able to stimulate every spot that made her quiver. When they were on the bed, she was groggy; she had never experienced this situation, being transported such a long distance without stopping the sexual act.

She felt like a fragile little girl in the hands of such a man.

Mr. Roarke pressed Jenna against the mattress, his strong hands gripping her slender hips as he sharpened each thrust, forcing her deeper inside him.

She stifled a cry into the pillow, her fingers gripping the rumpled sheets, her body racked by uncontrollable waves of pleasure. Her flesh throbbed around him, as if every part of her was submitting to this brutal and delicious possession.

Mr. Roarke tilted his powerful torso forward, his mouth closing over Jenna's quivering neck as he deliberately slowed his movements, prolonging each thrust until it reached painful ecstasy.

She felt his teeth graze her skin, a mixture of dominance and tenderness that made her arch her back further, offering her body unrestrained.

Mr. Roarke let out a low groan, his muscles tense like bowstrings as he pinned Jenna with irresistible pressure.

She felt his hot breath on her neck, his lips tracing a wet path down to her shoulder, marking her skin with possessive bites. Each sinking tooth triggered a violent shudder in her stomach, amplifying the sensation of his cock stretching her with calculated slowness.

Mr. Roarke's grip tightened, his fingers digging into Jenna's hips as he pulled her against him with a brutal, possessive slam.

She gasped, her body arching off the bed as the sensation of him filling her completely sent electric shocks up her spine. His lips never left her skin, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder before biting just hard enough to make her moan.

She felt every pulse inside her, the rhythm now inexorable, each thrust deeper, harder, as if he were trying to mark her from the inside out. He was a lover just as she had imagined him to be, and much more. She didn't know his age, but he knew how to use her libido with the vigor of a twenty-year-old. He was inexhaustible. When he made her come for the fifth time, she was starting to feel dizzy. Even though he hadn't ejaculated once, it was becoming inhuman.

• Please, please, I can't take it anymore, come inside me.
• Normally, you don't have to ask me anything, but... he smiled and finally poured himself into her. Without further ado, as if it were a formality, Mr. Roarke stood up after placing a kiss on the small of Jenna's back.

Emma had stayed away; she had promised to wait until she had been deflowered by those Mr. Roarke had chosen, and she didn't regret it; she would never have been able to resist a first time like hers. Mr. Roarke leaned towards her and kissed her courteously, while inflaming her desire after what she had just seen.

• You are little girls; perhaps I will make women of you.

Emma rushed into bed, snuggled up to Jenna, who was crying. She looked at her, intrigued.

• Oh Emma, what have I done? I love him like crazy, more than you, more than me. It's monstrous how much I want him inside me. I could never love anyone else like that again. Sorry, forgive me.

Emma forgave him; she herself felt something awaken inside her; she couldn't wait to give herself to him in turn.