Perfect, gentle and loving

After everything, Randy could no longer resist this amazing young woman. Once again the tan riding dress came off and the ruffled leggings until she lay before him wearing only her camisole and stockings. He still expected at any moment that she would come to her senses and demand to be released and sent back to her father. But she never once hesitated, instead she helped him with her dress, pausing only when her hands roamed across his chest and ass in need.

She freely offered just what his body hungered for, more than offered really, Miss Marlton all but seduced him after she somehow freed herself from his bed. Randy lowered his frame onto hers, pressing her soft body to the bed still covering her lips with his, drinking the intoxicating nectar of her kiss.

Once again he pulled the silk camisole from her breasts, this time lifting it entirely from her body before burying his face into the warm sweet smelling valley that lay between them. He tried to release the lacy garter belt that secured Charlotte's stockings, but in the end her delicate hands pushed away his trembling fingers and magically the silk garment fell open. Randy lifted himself long enough to slide the yellow stockings down her pale legs and past the ring of black iron wondering yet again how she had found the strength to break the bed frame that should have held her easily. Part of him knew he should remove the chain, but he needed her so much he couldn't bare wait any longer than he had to. When his own woolen trousers came off, finally freeing his throbbing member, the cock rose eagerly nearly the length and girth of a belaying pin and he could see the shocked wonder in Miss Charlotte's eyes.

Nothing separated her naked body from his. Her left thigh overlapped her other leg demurely concealing her sex from his gaze, but the way she stretched her arms over her head lifting her tits in invitation confirmed that Charlotte had not changed her mind. Randy fell on her again, pressing his bare chest to her mounds and easily planting both his knees between hers, opening her to him as he slid forward in her arms.

"Please..." She breathed the word again in his ear but Randy couldn't wait to see what she was going to say. He doubted if she even knew herself what she wanted, but Randy knew. He pressed forward firmly feeling her slick gates open as his head pushed its way into her. With his second thrust he felt the stretch of her hymen and heard her moan in either discomfort or anticipation. His next push breached her gate and claimed another two or three inches of her tight passage.

Charlotte cried out just once as Mr. Fuller claimed her. She tried not to, but he was so big he filled her completely; tearing her delicate flesh in a way that no man would ever be able to replicate. After the initial stabbing jolt Charlotte focused instead on the pleasure that radiated in waves from her core as he pressed deeper and deeper into her. Her arms locked around his neck urging him deeper and his unreigned response delighted her in a way that she could not begin to understand.

Black Brand was her family's sworn enemy! He had **** and assaulted her without mercy, binding her and stripping her as she swung helplessly. Earlier, she had hated the way her weak body had betrayed her, but none of those things mattered anymore, since her escape from Mr. Fuller's shackles the situation had changed. She had insisted that he take her just like this, and she was not disappointed. Not even the discomfort of his powerful thrusts sliding repeatedly into her tightness mattered, all she cared about was was the pleasure she felt building uncontrollably between her opened thighs.

She couldn't stop the climaxes that began rocking her body one after the other, each one stronger than the previous orgasm until finally with a primal grunt Mr. Fuller stiffened and she felt a sudden warmth flooding her core.

They lay together on his bed their chests rising and falling in unison. 'It could be a dream.' Charlotte thought whimsically were it not for the heavy ring of iron around her ankle and the solid member still firmly inside her, a constant reminder of what they had just shared. Randy lifted his head with a jerk.

"Oh God," He groaned in anguish "What have you made me do?"