Charlotte kisses Randy

“Please what Lady Charlotte?” The wicked, irritating and beautiful blond brigand asked, lifting her chin ever so gently with one finger until her eyes met his and could see the fire that burnt in his soul. His mouth was so close to hers that when he spoke she could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips.

“Please let me go and pretend this never happened?” He asked mocking her weakness. “Perhaps 'please be gentle with me?” He continued “Or please throw me on the bed and ravage me like a maurading Viking?”

Charlotte's mind raced. Would he really release her if she asked? Did she dare, what if he refused to let her go? Or perhaps even worse, what if he did send her away? After turning her world upside down, what if this brigand didn't find her awkward body sufficiently tempting to bother with? She could feel the fire burning between her thighs, she needed what he had and damn the consequences, but she was nervous. She had felt the hard bulge pressing his trousers; it was much larger than she had imagined. Her romances all spoke of the pain of a maid's deflowering. A man his size ravaging her like a barbarian could be too much for her to bear, but despite her fear she didn't dare ask him to be gentle. If he took even one minute longer than he had to she might explode with need.

Instead of speaking, Charlotte pulled the outlaw's mouth to hers and kissed him again trying to match the intensity of the previous kisses. She pressed against him surrendering her body to his strong hands and refusing to think about anything other than the fiery need that had been awaken within her.

She kissed him! For just a tenth of a second Randy stood paralized by her kiss. He regretted asking Lady Marlton if she wanted to be free as soon as he spoke the words. If she asked him to release her would he have shown her the path back to Marlton Manner? He hoped he would have, in spite of the consequences that he would result from his weakness. But it turned out not to matter, for she did not ask for her freedom.

Instead, Miss Marlton kissed him. She offered freely what his body (and hers) hungered for. Again his arms reached for her, but this time he swept her off her feet and carried her to his bed still pressing his lips to hers and drinking the intoxicating nectar of her kiss. He set his eager prize on the edge of his great bed where she perched gracefully like a peregrine on a high perch.

This time he lifted the silk camisole entirely from her body before burying his face into the warm sweet smelling valley that lay between them. He tried to release the lacey garter belt that secured Charlotte's stockings, but in the end her delicate hands pushed away his trembling fingers and magicaly the silk garment fell open. Randy lifted himself long enough to slide the yellow stockings down her pale legs before pulling his own woolen trousers off and 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 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 lay back on the mattress and stretched her arms over her head lifting her tits in invitation confirmed that Charlotte had not changed her mind.

Randy fell on her 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 Miss Charlotte 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 gained another two or three inches of her tight passage.

Charlotte cried out just once as Black Brand claimed her. She tried not to, but he was so big he filled her completely; tearing her delicate flesh and claiming her 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. It was hard to imagine that her body could accommodate something the size of his organ, but to her surprise he seemed to fit perfectly. Her legs locked around his back urging him deeper and his unreigned response delighted her in a way that she could not begin to understand.

This blond giant of a man was her family's sworn enemy! He had **** and assaulted her without mercy, binding her and stripping her as she swung helplessly from his dark cavern. She had hated the way her weak body had betrayed her, but none of those things mattered anymore. Not even the slight 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 her captor 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 his 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 moaned in anguish "What have I done?" Randy watched Charlotte carefully for some sign of her reaction knowing that as intense as their sex had been that he had behaved in a way that she might not ever forgive.