help me …’
Susanna leant back against the tree, breasts thrust out. She cupped them in her hands, squeezing, massaging, and pinching the nipples between her thumb and forefinger until they stood taut like ripe cherries. Elijah’s gaze burned her.
‘I would taste you,’ he declared throatily. ‘I would taste every part of you when you are mine.’
‘But I will never be yours, Mr Storm,’ she shot back. ‘This is our swansong. You shall realise there is nothing between us but need.’
A dark shadow fell across his face, his eyes turning icy. ‘And need is a fine thing to start a marriage,’ he declared. ‘As God is my witness, you would not leave my bedchamber for a week.’
Susanna’s heart surged and her underwear flooded. ‘You wish me as a toy for the bedroom, yes? You have nothing to offer me but a hard prick, Mr Storm!’
A sardonic smile failed to reach his eyes. He curled his hand around the aforementioned prick and started a slow stroking. ‘Isn’t that just what you need, Miss Seymour? My cock stoking your insides until you scream.’
She tried to tear her gaze from the sensual motion of his hand. His erection glistened with water, a pearly drop rolling from the tip.
‘Now show me,’ he said. ‘Show me how you pleasure yourself when you think of me.’
She bit her lip to hide a furious cry, then scooped up her skirts and thrust a desperate hand down her drawers. His glance fixed on her groin as she started to rub her wet slit frantically, watching his wanking hand all the while.
‘Marry my sister,’ she said, panting.
‘No,’ he said. ‘Marry me.’
‘No.’
‘Then I will marry someone else and, one day, I will come back here, and next time I catch you in these woods, you will be mine, Susanna Seymour. No false modesty, no pretence. I will throw you down and I will have that carefully preserved maidenhead of yours.’
She blanched. ‘You would take me by force, sir?’
He threw his head back and laughed. ‘ Force ? You little minx.’ And suddenly he launched a charge, water showering him as he lurched up the bank, thundering towards her. Susanna shrieked, ran from him with her skirts bunched and her breasts exposed.
Her speed was no match for his. He gripped her arm, pulled her to a halt, and sat down abruptly on a tree stump. Her momentum carried her face down over his lap, where he held her with a cool, heavy hand on the small of her back.
‘Let me go!’
He ignored her. ‘This is what you deserve, and it’s what you shall have.’ He raised her skirts, yanked her underwear down.
She wriggled and gasped before he brought his hand down on her bottom in a slap. Susanna cried out.
‘Hush.’ He spanked her again. ‘The more noise you make, the more I shall spank you.’
Susanna bit her hand. She wailed around it as he spanked both cheeks soundly until they glowed. But the position of submission was startlingly pleasurable for her, even though she would never admit it to him. She was wet between her legs and she writhed on his lap with his naked cock pressed into her belly.
He touched her, sliding a finger along her slit, gathering the moisture and circling her bud. She hissed, gripping at handfuls of grass, the blood rushing to her head. Elijah laughed softly. He parted her buttocks with one hand and circled her most intimate area with a wet thumb while his finger continued to torment her clit.
Susanna tried to jerk away in outrage as her entrance fluttered around his touch. He took no notice but continued to rub and press until his thumb penetrated her. She cried out. He pushed two fingers into her wetness, and used his other hand to rub her clit. With those talented hands, he rubbed and fingered and fucked her all the way to a screaming climax.
She clenched around his fingers, wave after wave of intense contractions until she fell limply on his lap, almost rolling off before he caught her.
She dimly heard Elijah laugh. ‘How many more times do I have to
Susanna leant back against the tree, breasts thrust out. She cupped them in her hands, squeezing, massaging, and pinching the nipples between her thumb and forefinger until they stood taut like ripe cherries. Elijah’s gaze burned her.
‘I would taste you,’ he declared throatily. ‘I would taste every part of you when you are mine.’
‘But I will never be yours, Mr Storm,’ she shot back. ‘This is our swansong. You shall realise there is nothing between us but need.’
A dark shadow fell across his face, his eyes turning icy. ‘And need is a fine thing to start a marriage,’ he declared. ‘As God is my witness, you would not leave my bedchamber for a week.’
Susanna’s heart surged and her underwear flooded. ‘You wish me as a toy for the bedroom, yes? You have nothing to offer me but a hard prick, Mr Storm!’
A sardonic smile failed to reach his eyes. He curled his hand around the aforementioned prick and started a slow stroking. ‘Isn’t that just what you need, Miss Seymour? My cock stoking your insides until you scream.’
She tried to tear her gaze from the sensual motion of his hand. His erection glistened with water, a pearly drop rolling from the tip.
‘Now show me,’ he said. ‘Show me how you pleasure yourself when you think of me.’
She bit her lip to hide a furious cry, then scooped up her skirts and thrust a desperate hand down her drawers. His glance fixed on her groin as she started to rub her wet slit frantically, watching his wanking hand all the while.
‘Marry my sister,’ she said, panting.
‘No,’ he said. ‘Marry me.’
‘No.’
‘Then I will marry someone else and, one day, I will come back here, and next time I catch you in these woods, you will be mine, Susanna Seymour. No false modesty, no pretence. I will throw you down and I will have that carefully preserved maidenhead of yours.’
She blanched. ‘You would take me by force, sir?’
He threw his head back and laughed. ‘ Force ? You little minx.’ And suddenly he launched a charge, water showering him as he lurched up the bank, thundering towards her. Susanna shrieked, ran from him with her skirts bunched and her breasts exposed.
Her speed was no match for his. He gripped her arm, pulled her to a halt, and sat down abruptly on a tree stump. Her momentum carried her face down over his lap, where he held her with a cool, heavy hand on the small of her back.
‘Let me go!’
He ignored her. ‘This is what you deserve, and it’s what you shall have.’ He raised her skirts, yanked her underwear down.
She wriggled and gasped before he brought his hand down on her bottom in a slap. Susanna cried out.
‘Hush.’ He spanked her again. ‘The more noise you make, the more I shall spank you.’
Susanna bit her hand. She wailed around it as he spanked both cheeks soundly until they glowed. But the position of submission was startlingly pleasurable for her, even though she would never admit it to him. She was wet between her legs and she writhed on his lap with his naked cock pressed into her belly.
He touched her, sliding a finger along her slit, gathering the moisture and circling her bud. She hissed, gripping at handfuls of grass, the blood rushing to her head. Elijah laughed softly. He parted her buttocks with one hand and circled her most intimate area with a wet thumb while his finger continued to torment her clit.
Susanna tried to jerk away in outrage as her entrance fluttered around his touch. He took no notice but continued to rub and press until his thumb penetrated her. She cried out. He pushed two fingers into her wetness, and used his other hand to rub her clit. With those talented hands, he rubbed and fingered and fucked her all the way to a screaming climax.
She clenched around his fingers, wave after wave of intense contractions until she fell limply on his lap, almost rolling off before he caught her.
She dimly heard Elijah laugh. ‘How many more times do I have to
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