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of course! I know that name.”
I shook my head again, fraught with nerves and a lack of air or the ability to speak.
He gripped my arms roughly and shook me. “Answer me!” he shouted into my face.
“My l-l-l-lord. I am t-t-t-t-to marry a d-d-d-duke, but I have run away. I never deceived you about that. I-I-I cannot marry that man when my heart belongs to you.”
He wrapped his arms around me, squishing me and possibly Gus . “Oh God’s light. You are real. I am not mad. You were there! You existed. Oh, thank you. Thank you for being real.” He took deep breaths of my hair, gripping it tightly as well as my waist. “You scared me in the peasant’s clothing. I could never have married you, had you been a peasant.”
His words were the dagger in my chest. I started to sob harder as I pushed against his chest. “Please, let me leave. I must get as far away as I can before they come looking for me.”
He laughed, pulling me into his lap. He kissed my cheek. “You have disguised yourself as a servant girl and run away from your family’s choice in a husband. I knew you were different. I love you, Ella.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but he turned my face and kissed me forcefully. His mouth prying mine open so his tongue might explore, caressing mine and sucking.
I moaned into the kiss. He banged on the wall and the carriage door closed and we started to move. I ignored it. I had one carriage ride to enjoy him before it was all over. I had no time to worry about the choice I was making.
I placed my sack on the seat across from us and climbed onto his legs. I sat on his knees, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hands roamed my back, lifting my dress. My fingers moved, as if they were possessed, up and down his chest, undoing buttons and tugging at his clothes. His mouth trailed down my neck, licking and kissing. When my dress was on the other seat with his shirt, I pressed my bare chest against his, savoring the warmth of him. He wrapped his arms around me. His large hands ran up and down my back, massaging and gripping to my flesh.
I lifted my arms up to his neck, running my hands through his hair, pulling at it slightly. Our mouths moved as if they were taught the same dance.
I could feel the bulge in his pants. I pushed myself back, freeing him from the constricting trousers. I unlaced my knickers and stepped off of him, pulling them off. I climbed back on, taking his massive cock in my hands. It was so smooth and beautiful. I wanted nothing but to have him inside of me. I had been thinking about it for days.
When I placed the tip of it between my legs, I was stunned at how wet I had become. I positioned myself carefully, feeling him already stretching me.
He moaned into my neck as I very gently lowered myself onto him. It took several attempts to get it all the way in, but once he was there we sat frozen, gripping to each other. Our breath matched, it was hitched on the feeling of being one again.
He had filled me up and made me feel whole.
His hands dropped to my hips, moving them slowly. I lifted slightly, gyrating and rotating my hips with his guidance. He thrust as I lowered, making me cry out. He was freer than the last time, the booze had loosened up his body. He cupped my butt cheeks, massaging them and moving me to his liking.
There was no tension as there had been the last time. I was no longer a maiden and he was no longer afraid of ruining another man’s bride.
The carriage drove on, making it harder and easier to thrust into each other, depending on the bump.
His mouth lowered to my breasts as I leaned back, arching my back slightly. His fingers rolled one nipple while his mouth suckled at the other. I cried out into the dark air of the bumping carriage. I reached up and grabbed at the railings above me, using them to ride him faster as my body wanted.
He was setting me on fire again. I fell forward, gripping to him tightly. It was frantic the way we made love, clinging to each
I shook my head again, fraught with nerves and a lack of air or the ability to speak.
He gripped my arms roughly and shook me. “Answer me!” he shouted into my face.
“My l-l-l-lord. I am t-t-t-t-to marry a d-d-d-duke, but I have run away. I never deceived you about that. I-I-I cannot marry that man when my heart belongs to you.”
He wrapped his arms around me, squishing me and possibly Gus . “Oh God’s light. You are real. I am not mad. You were there! You existed. Oh, thank you. Thank you for being real.” He took deep breaths of my hair, gripping it tightly as well as my waist. “You scared me in the peasant’s clothing. I could never have married you, had you been a peasant.”
His words were the dagger in my chest. I started to sob harder as I pushed against his chest. “Please, let me leave. I must get as far away as I can before they come looking for me.”
He laughed, pulling me into his lap. He kissed my cheek. “You have disguised yourself as a servant girl and run away from your family’s choice in a husband. I knew you were different. I love you, Ella.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but he turned my face and kissed me forcefully. His mouth prying mine open so his tongue might explore, caressing mine and sucking.
I moaned into the kiss. He banged on the wall and the carriage door closed and we started to move. I ignored it. I had one carriage ride to enjoy him before it was all over. I had no time to worry about the choice I was making.
I placed my sack on the seat across from us and climbed onto his legs. I sat on his knees, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hands roamed my back, lifting my dress. My fingers moved, as if they were possessed, up and down his chest, undoing buttons and tugging at his clothes. His mouth trailed down my neck, licking and kissing. When my dress was on the other seat with his shirt, I pressed my bare chest against his, savoring the warmth of him. He wrapped his arms around me. His large hands ran up and down my back, massaging and gripping to my flesh.
I lifted my arms up to his neck, running my hands through his hair, pulling at it slightly. Our mouths moved as if they were taught the same dance.
I could feel the bulge in his pants. I pushed myself back, freeing him from the constricting trousers. I unlaced my knickers and stepped off of him, pulling them off. I climbed back on, taking his massive cock in my hands. It was so smooth and beautiful. I wanted nothing but to have him inside of me. I had been thinking about it for days.
When I placed the tip of it between my legs, I was stunned at how wet I had become. I positioned myself carefully, feeling him already stretching me.
He moaned into my neck as I very gently lowered myself onto him. It took several attempts to get it all the way in, but once he was there we sat frozen, gripping to each other. Our breath matched, it was hitched on the feeling of being one again.
He had filled me up and made me feel whole.
His hands dropped to my hips, moving them slowly. I lifted slightly, gyrating and rotating my hips with his guidance. He thrust as I lowered, making me cry out. He was freer than the last time, the booze had loosened up his body. He cupped my butt cheeks, massaging them and moving me to his liking.
There was no tension as there had been the last time. I was no longer a maiden and he was no longer afraid of ruining another man’s bride.
The carriage drove on, making it harder and easier to thrust into each other, depending on the bump.
His mouth lowered to my breasts as I leaned back, arching my back slightly. His fingers rolled one nipple while his mouth suckled at the other. I cried out into the dark air of the bumping carriage. I reached up and grabbed at the railings above me, using them to ride him faster as my body wanted.
He was setting me on fire again. I fell forward, gripping to him tightly. It was frantic the way we made love, clinging to each
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