Deep and hard

Charlotte thought she might explode when Mr. Fuller's full length plunged into her. Several of her books had scenes of animalistic couplings like this; every time she had read about how the man had **** his member into the chaste heroine and defiled the squirming maiden, she had become wildly aroused. The feeling, so wicked and shameful and yet she felt as excited as she imagined, perhaps even more so. Black Brand had deflowered her and all she could do was lie there and take his organ praying that he never stop. Charlotte couldn't even pretend that this was an act of love, Randolph Fuller was using her like a nameless whore and to her shame, she found she didn't even care.

Charlotte loved the power of Fuller's hands where they gripped her hips, and the strength of his thighs as he plowed into her again and again. She suspected she'd have bruises where his fingers dug into her delicate flesh, but even more telling was the bruising that must be happening inside her as his engorged phallus pounded mercilessly into her sex. It hurt, but it felt so good she didn't even care about the damage his cock was doing inside her raw passage, at least she didn't have to worry about a lack of lubrication; her vagina was so slick that she could feel her juices dribbling down her thighs as he fucked her.

"Oh God!" Charlotte cried out into the cavern, and then again much louder. "Oh my fucking God!" Unlike any of the times before when Mr. Fuller had somehow been able to restrain his lust, this time he made no attempt to limit his need. Charlotte felt she going to explode just minutes after he entered her and if she was any judge at all, the man inside her was close to reaching his climax as well. "Fill me with your fat cock." She urged her kidnapper, "Take your vengeance on my family!"

Randy could not believe the language this proper young lady was using as she urged him to take her. Not only that, the image Miss Marlton had sketched in his mind of Achilles leading poor young Breisis to his tent had aroused him as much as the most skilled courtesan in the swankiest whorehouse he had ever visited. It was unclear in Randy's mind if he was that Greek hero enjoying the spoils of war, or as she claimed a renegade outlaw taking vengeance on his sworn enemy.

"What if I keep you like this Milady?" Randy asked as the pace and intensity of his thrusts picked up. "What if I never send you back, what if I decide to just keep you as my ****, to use as I want, as often as I want, in what ever way that I want?" He continued to fuck her as he took her, hard and deep trying to fill her virgin passage so fully that she'd never forget this moment. Luckily for his writhing partner Randy had pretty much reached his limit, with a guttural grunt of satisfaction he shot several pulses of cum deep into her before collapsing onto her back pinning her to the mattress with his weight.

"Would you really do that Mr. Fuller?" Lady Marlton sighed softly as he rocked gently against her trying to glean every last bit of pleasure from this moment. "Would you keep me here to use for your lustful pleasures?"