She cannot help herself

"Yes!" Her gasp of desire surprised Randy, and he found he was driven on by his captive's ready acceptance of this new provocative position. For a chaste young lady raised in the lap of luxury, she took to this kind of sexual experimentation with excitement. The feeling of her slender waist that his hands rested on and firm buttocks that his manhood pressed against was intoxicating, but when she turned back to face him and urged him on that was the biggest thrill of all.

"Oh yes," Miss Marlton moaned again, "Dear Lord forgive me," her ass wiggled sweetly against him, "do with me what you must!"

Randy chuckled gleefully as he pushed her forward even more firmly until her forearms were firmly on the bed and he shifted his hips behind her until his manhood probed at the juncture of her thighs. A more patient man might tease his partner, wickedly dipping just the head of his cock into her sweet sex, but Randy did not have that kind of control, not with this woman. He thrust forward hard, sliding almost entirely into her tight sheath, and then once again to finish the job as she cried out in delight.

Charlotte thought she might explode when Mr. Fuller's full length plunged into her from behind, unlike the first time when his penis had breached her maidenhead, this time what she felt was a surge of pleasure. Several of her books had scenes of animalistic couplings like this and every time she read about how the man had stood behind the hapless heroine and pounded her from the rear she had become wildly aroused. The position was so wicked, so shameful and yet she felt as excited as she imagined, perhaps even more so, it was like a bull covering a heifer, a stallion breeding a mare or a master dominating his ****. 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.

Fuller's hands gripped her hips so hard 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 again and again 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 moaned softly into the bedding, and then again much louder. "Oh my fucking God!" Unlike any of the times before Mr. Fuller made no attempt to limit the pace of the joining, she was going to explode just minutes after he entered her and if she was any judge at all, the man behind her was close to reaching his climax as well. "Fill me with your fat cock." She urged her kidnapper, "Take me, Fuck me!"

She was a little shocked by the language that she was using as she urged him to take her, she had read these words many times before and occasionally even overheard labourers vulgar swearing, but she had never thought she'd hear her own voice using words like that. With the way he had positioned her, and she had opened for him made any other words insufficient. He was truly an outlaw taking his vengeance on the daughter of his hated foes or a man possessed by the demon of desire, and she, was his to use. This was further confirmed when she felt his strong hand spank at her the buttock even as he slid deep into her.

"Yes!" Moaned Miss Marlton when his hand left a red imprint on her ass. "Oh yes, you savage beast!" She could feel the hard presence within her swell and jerk harder as his hand landed again in almost the exact same spot.

"What if I keep you like this Milady?" Mr. Fuller demanded as the pace and intensity of his thrusts picked up. "What if I never send you back to your father." At the moment, with him pleasuring her from behind this impossible fantasy didn't seem so bad. "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?" The highwayman continued to spank her as he took her, not hard, but firmly enough so Charlotte knew who was in charge the pleasure was so intense she wanted it to last forever. Unfortunately, Mr. Fuller 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 perverse lustful pleasures?"