Charlotte finishes the ride

"Oh God, yes!" Charlotte cried out in excitement as she felt the building of a climax. "Yes...yes...yes..." No amount of reading could prepare her for the feeling on a man filling her; he rose inside her, a column of flesh impaling her, completing her. She lifted herself slightly and then sank once again with a twisting motion until her pelvis rested on his and the heat of his skin burned against the soft insides of her thighs. It still hurt a little, but like an itch that she couldn't reach, the only thing that seemed to ease the burning was to ride the man inside her with even greater urgency.

The highwayman seemed to understand just what she needed, he let her set the pace as she rode him. His strong hands rested on her hips with his fingers encircling her slender waist but he did not use his superior strength to control her motion. Charlotte leaned forward as she rocked more vigorously, letting her hair tumble over the man's face as she gyrated faster and faster above him. She was only partially aware that her breasts were jiggling freely until she felt Black Brand's hands leave her waist and cup the hanging mounds of flesh in his palms. The added stimulation pushed her even closer to the point of no return, and even when he pinched her nipples firmly, rolling the hard tips between his thumb and fingers, she couldn't object because her head arched back and she screamed with passion into the darkness.

Randy gradually released the pressure on her nipples as her orgasm came to an end. Miss Charlotte had slumped forward resting on her palms as she tried to recover and by lifting his head only slightly he was able to capture one of the swollen red teats in his mouth and bathe the wrinkled flesh with his tongue. It was even better now than before, the slight salty taste of sweat added to the sweetness of her skin and Randy suckled eagerly like a babe at his mother's breast. Lady Marlton eased her body even lower pressing more of her soft flesh against his mouth as he rasped at her with his rough tongue.

"God, it's even better than I dreamed." Her husky voice did nothing to ease the need that was growing in his groin. His hands returned to her hips and for the first time since she climbed on top of him he actively took control of the rocking motion of their union. She moaned into his ear and he began to slide in and out of her with more ****. He was familiar with this position, several of his lovers had objected to being crushed by his massive body and by keeping their delicate bodies on top he was able to couple with them without hurting them. Of course with Lady Marlton it was different. First of all, she was not as fragile as the others, taller than many men he knew and strong Randy wasn't worried about crushing her like a blown egg. Secondly Miss Charlotte was not afraid of pain, in spite of the tearing of her hymen she had clearly enjoyed their first time and Randy remembered how pinching her nipples had sent her into her powerful climax. He didn't want to hurt her, but it was a relief not to have to hold back as he used her. He was fucking her as hard as he could now, lifting her with hands and then slamming her back down as he lifted his hips to meet her. Her eyes flashed with desire and she bit at her lower lip as she tossed her head to the rhythm of his thrusts.

With a grunt Randy held her still and exploded into her, and then he pulled her into his embrace engulfing her in his arms and holding her tightly against his chest. After a minute of this tight embrace, he kissed the tangle of hair that fell across his shoulder.

"I wish I could keep you here with me Miss Charlotte." Randy sighed into her ear.

Charlotte lay very still. What did he mean by that? Where would she be going? She had assumed that in spite of his protests that at some point sooner or later he'd have to come to an arrangement with her father; after all what else could he do with his **** prize. Unless - was he planning to discard her used body? Perhaps he had been hired to abduct and defile her by someone else. Would he now pass her off to some demented sadist to **** or sell her to a greedy brothel owner to spend the rest of her life being used by strangers? Her worries were getting more and more far fetched.

"What do you mean?"