Finish deep inside her

Mr. Fuller's full length plunged into her one final time, and Charlotte thought she might explode again when she felt the hot rod pulse its seed deep into her womb. At twenty years old, Charlotte was no sheltered ingénue, she was all too aware of the consequences of this. Would Mr. Fuller's life essence take root within her? She could only imagine what her family would say if her belly began to swell with new life. She struggled weakly in his grip but she knew she was as secure now as if she had been when he first tied her to the bed. His warm body lifted and she felt his still substantial manhood shifting within her sex sending a pulse of pleasure from her core up her spine to the tips of her ears.

Charlotte couldn't even pretend that this was an act of love. Randolph Fuller had used her helpless body like a nameless whore and to her shame, she found she didn't even care. She was even willing to risk the humiliation of a shameful pregnancy, if he wanted to keep her tied to his bed for his pleasure, or to breed like a prize mare. - It would serve her father right to have his daughter dishonoured just as Mary had been misused. With a groan Black Brand lifted his weight off her chest, and gazed down at her with a look of grim satisfaction, and Charlotte took stock of her dire straights.

She was pinned down on the outlaw's great bed, her arms and legs stretched out and her backside lifted in the air shamelessly as he took her. Fuller's hands had gripped her hips so hard as he had wildly plunged into her that she suspected she'd have bruises where his fingers dug into her delicate flesh. Even more telling was the bruising that must have taken place inside her as his engorged phallus pounded again and again into her sex. It hurt, but had felt so good she didn't even care about the damage his cock had inflicted inside. At least she hadn't had to worry about a lack of lubrication; she could not have been more ready when he had pressed into her.

"Oh God!" Charlotte moaned softly when his eyes met hers, "you fucked every ounce of virtue and pride right out of me, Mr. Fuller." She licked her lips trying to taste the flavour of his kisses. "I think you enjoyed that, quite as much as I did, am I right?"

Randy, found it impossible to answer. The language this proper young lady was using as she squirmed provocatively under him was confounding his expectations, but the image Miss Marlton had sketched in his mind of young Percival claiming the protesting red-headed Duchess had him stiffening once again even while he was still embedded in her sex. It was unclear in Randy's mind if he had responded to the idea of taking the **** maiden, or if it was the black iron ring encircling Miss Marlton's delicate ankle that made him so **** to claim.

During the two years on the New Bedford Randy had seen hundreds of chained slaves, many of them attractive females; once even he had been taken by his mate to an auction house specializing in the sale of nubile young females carefully selected to satisfy the lusts of their European masters. His reaction to the sight of these beautiful women in irons had shamed him, but now he had a even greater temptation.