He rolls her under him

Charlotte could not believe how good she felt. Mr. Fuller's thick manhood still filled her so completely she could barely think and with each twitch of his organ inside her throbbing sex, waves of pleasure went rippling through her trembling body. Either her married friends had gone out of their way to mislead her about the pleasures of the flesh, or they were missing out on something she had discovered all on her own.

After years of reading her private collection Charlotte had been most dreadfully disappointed when she had a chance to privately inquire of her newly married friends about their wedding night experiences. Messy, painful and perhaps worst of all - dull, was the combined consensus of her former schoolmates as one-by-one they were pared off with London's finest gentlemen and brought to their nuptial beds. She had hoped for first-hand accounts of crescendos of passion with fireworks marking the climaxes, but what they related to her fell far short of her expectations. To hear them talk in their hushed tones Charlotte had little desire to find a husband of her own and to be subjected to those weekly visits.

But this! This exceeded her wildest expectations. She wondered if it was because Mr. Fuller was younger and more virile than her friend's spouses or if she was responding to the forbiden nature of their erotic union.

Just when she thought she might finally catch her breath and thereby come to her senses, Mr. Fuller, with a growl of desire, rolled over on the great bed taking her with him until she lay pinned beneath him. Once again she felt herself aflame with passion and unable to protest as her crushed her with his weight. It had felt good to ride the dreaded Black Brand like that fairy-tale princess, but even better to feel the strength of his broad chest and firm muscles of his thighs as he took control of their union.

"Yes!" Randy grunted as he pushed as deeply as he could into the beautiful young woman beneath him, stopping only when he heard her moan in response. "I'm sorry Lady Marlton," he murmured into her hair. In his excitement he had forgotten that this was no whore he could bang as hard as he wanted, this was an innocent maid who until just hours ago had never felt a man between her thighs.

"No, its good like this." Miss Marlton surprised him with her gasped reply. "Lord have mercy on me, but I like the way you fill me." As if trying to prove her point she rocked her pelvis grinding her sex against the point of conjunction. "Although," she added almost giggling as he gasped, "under the circumstances, I think you might call me Charlotte."

"Yes Charlotte!" Randy groaned as he rocked slowly but deeply in and out of her hot sex. He expected to feel awkward using her given name even as he was engaged so intimately with this remarkable young lady, but he found it only added to his pleasure. "Charlotte...Charlotte..." With each thrust he used it, making it clear that it was her, not some fictional Welsh princess, or even the daughter of the hated Marlton family. Names were suddenly important, her name and his: "Say my name!" He told her as he felt his control finally starting to slip. "Call me Randy, just for now. I want it to be Charlotte and Randy and no one else in this bed tonight."

"Oh Randy." God that sounded so good! "Yes Randy!" Her back arched and he felt her legs wrap around his as she cried out his name. "Take me Randy, make me yours!"

That was all it took to push him over the edge, with one final lunge he planted his cock as deep as he could and exploded into Charlotte, filling her sex with stream after stream of his essence. For this one moment in time he felt as if maybe she could be his, and then as the euphoria faded so did the fantasy and he realized that the passionate woman in his arms could no more marry him than she could the Prince of Wales.