“Surely you don’t have to ask, my lord? Everybody has a birthday. And most people have gifts from loved ones, so you’ll have a gift from me. And now no more on the matter. You came here for something. And it’s my solemn duty to provide it.”
I laid my cheek against his, feeling between us to seize hold of his cock, lying still while we talked but twitching anew as I fondled it. And before he could protest, I leaned up over his lap and pushed down onto it, winding my arms around his neck as I plunged.
I felt his chest stiffen against me, his muscles rippling in reflex as I rose again and sank back down, throwing my head back with a sigh as his hot manhood filled my belly.
Something flickered in his eyes, then to my joy he clasped me around the waist and jerked me bodily onto my back, taking possession with his cock still inside me. At the same moment he plundered my mouth with his hungry tongue.
As he pulled away, his voice was hoarse. “You torment me past bearing. That was no kind of answer, ma’am.”
His breath rasped on my neck as he buried his head briefly on my shoulder and steadied himself over me, his arms rigid and his hips pounding into me full force.
Breathless, I stared up at him in amazement at the force of his thrusts, my head rammed back onto the tight, satin cushions, my body crushed under his weight.
“It’s all the answer you’ll get, sir,” I panted, startled at his vigor but managing a playful smile. “I demand the right to arrange your gift in peace.”
To my dismay he withdrew, irritation glittering in his narrowed eyes.
“In that case”—he wrenched my lace lower to expose my breasts—“I demand the right to full use of these .” Towering over me, he straddled my rib cage and thrust his glossy, juice-slick cock between my breasts.
“Hold them firm for me.” His look was so intense that his command made me laugh. With a giggle I did it, plumping them up into tight, bulging balloons to squeeze his cock to fruition. But the cynical twist at one corner of his sculpted lips warned me he had another plan.
Before I could shift to finish him, he eased forward and pushed it full into my open, hungry mouth.
“Part payment, my love. Every time you refuse to answer me, I’ll keep a tally. If your pretty mouth won’t satisfy me in one way, it will have to satisfy in another.”
I stared in astonishment as the justice of this flared in my groin, fanning my flames into white-hot arousal.
We were to make a contest out of this? How like him. With my mouth filled to bursting, my juices down below pooling at his wicked imposition, I sucked and lunged with a will, finding the angle easier now that he thrust from above. In no time his power and his weight brought him completion. But to my dismay he did not return the compliment. And when I teased him about it afterward, he grew quiet, then soon left.
What have I done?
* * * *
The opera was all I’d hoped—sparkling, stylish and crammed with the ton . The crush of carriages made it look like a ball—the ladies afire with jewels, their bosoms aglow, their hair dressed in the latest fashion. Many sported ostrich plumes to honor the Prince Regent, who was to attend with his party.
Jacquard had secured a large private box, which we shared with a duke, his mistress, his wife and half-a-dozen nobles. We had a full view of both the portly prince and the stage.
To my surprise we caused quite a stir. I knew Jacquard had a reputation and his stunning looks and vast wealth always drew envious stares, but tonight the crowd seemed all agog at me.
As we took our seats I leaned close to whisper, “Do they always stare like this at newcomers, sir?”
I had no fears about my appearance. With my grandmother’s diamonds on ravishing display and wearing my finest and newest gown, I felt the equal of anyone here. But I’d rarely faced such open stares.
Jacquard’s brief grin teased me, the fire in his look sending a shaft of heat
I laid my cheek against his, feeling between us to seize hold of his cock, lying still while we talked but twitching anew as I fondled it. And before he could protest, I leaned up over his lap and pushed down onto it, winding my arms around his neck as I plunged.
I felt his chest stiffen against me, his muscles rippling in reflex as I rose again and sank back down, throwing my head back with a sigh as his hot manhood filled my belly.
Something flickered in his eyes, then to my joy he clasped me around the waist and jerked me bodily onto my back, taking possession with his cock still inside me. At the same moment he plundered my mouth with his hungry tongue.
As he pulled away, his voice was hoarse. “You torment me past bearing. That was no kind of answer, ma’am.”
His breath rasped on my neck as he buried his head briefly on my shoulder and steadied himself over me, his arms rigid and his hips pounding into me full force.
Breathless, I stared up at him in amazement at the force of his thrusts, my head rammed back onto the tight, satin cushions, my body crushed under his weight.
“It’s all the answer you’ll get, sir,” I panted, startled at his vigor but managing a playful smile. “I demand the right to arrange your gift in peace.”
To my dismay he withdrew, irritation glittering in his narrowed eyes.
“In that case”—he wrenched my lace lower to expose my breasts—“I demand the right to full use of these .” Towering over me, he straddled my rib cage and thrust his glossy, juice-slick cock between my breasts.
“Hold them firm for me.” His look was so intense that his command made me laugh. With a giggle I did it, plumping them up into tight, bulging balloons to squeeze his cock to fruition. But the cynical twist at one corner of his sculpted lips warned me he had another plan.
Before I could shift to finish him, he eased forward and pushed it full into my open, hungry mouth.
“Part payment, my love. Every time you refuse to answer me, I’ll keep a tally. If your pretty mouth won’t satisfy me in one way, it will have to satisfy in another.”
I stared in astonishment as the justice of this flared in my groin, fanning my flames into white-hot arousal.
We were to make a contest out of this? How like him. With my mouth filled to bursting, my juices down below pooling at his wicked imposition, I sucked and lunged with a will, finding the angle easier now that he thrust from above. In no time his power and his weight brought him completion. But to my dismay he did not return the compliment. And when I teased him about it afterward, he grew quiet, then soon left.
What have I done?
* * * *
The opera was all I’d hoped—sparkling, stylish and crammed with the ton . The crush of carriages made it look like a ball—the ladies afire with jewels, their bosoms aglow, their hair dressed in the latest fashion. Many sported ostrich plumes to honor the Prince Regent, who was to attend with his party.
Jacquard had secured a large private box, which we shared with a duke, his mistress, his wife and half-a-dozen nobles. We had a full view of both the portly prince and the stage.
To my surprise we caused quite a stir. I knew Jacquard had a reputation and his stunning looks and vast wealth always drew envious stares, but tonight the crowd seemed all agog at me.
As we took our seats I leaned close to whisper, “Do they always stare like this at newcomers, sir?”
I had no fears about my appearance. With my grandmother’s diamonds on ravishing display and wearing my finest and newest gown, I felt the equal of anyone here. But I’d rarely faced such open stares.
Jacquard’s brief grin teased me, the fire in his look sending a shaft of heat
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