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with raw pleasure at
the sensation of her smooth, silky skin against his furred chest.
    Lifting her up from his lap, he held her against his
chest and continued kissing her, as his hand slid up beneath her skirts.
Pantaloons blocked access to her, but not for long; easily, he undid the tapes
and her drawers fell to her knees.
    She gasped and pressed her fists against his chest for
release but stopped and groaned when he cupped her woman’s mound. Grinding the
heel of his hand against her, he worked her quickly. She bounced against his
hand, moaning as she drew nearer to completion. Then she stiffened in his arms
and the hand he’d settled on her waist came up to cover her mouth just as she
climaxed. Her muffled shrieks vibrated against his hand and her eyes widened in
surprise as she stared at him. As she came down from heaven, she closed her
eyes and collapsed against him, her bottom settling on his lap—on his pulsing
manhood.
    “Move back a moment, sweetheart,” he whispered as
excitement flared through him, vividlyaware of that always present pain
centered deep in his groin. Reluctantly, she moved back a bit and he reached
down and loosed the buttons on his pants.
    She looked down then and her gaze widened when he
reached inside his underdrawers and pulled out his manhood. Gasping, she
started to leave his lap, when he held her in place.
    “Don’t be frightened,” he said. “I won’t do anything
you don’t want me to do.”
    Carrie shook her head and bit her lip at the same
time. “But…but I’m a good girl.”
    His tentative smile turned into a grin. “Yes, you are.
And good girls always give their men what they need.”
    “Am I your girl, then?” she asked softly.
    “You are.”
    “And you need me to…to touch you.”
    “Most definitely.” I’ll perish if you won’t.
    “But nothing else, you won’t do anything else?”
    It was hard for him to agree but he did, with a quick
nod.
    “All right then,” she said.
    Max nearly shouted when her small hand closed around
his rigid shaft, pointing skyward.
    “Now what do I do?”
    He groaned, “Just move your hand up and down steadily,
quickly.” His voice sounded hoarse to his ears, and he nearly came from the
first few quick pumps she made. He laid his head back against the seat and
lifted his hips up and down, mimicking the same motion from her hand. He felt
her move off his thighs. When he looked down, he saw her kneeling on the
carriage floor, between his widespread legs, her gaze still on his thickening
manhood. Her gaze met his then and she paused, a slight smile on her lips.
    “Don’t…stop, please,” he whispered.
    “You look to be in pain.”
    “I am, so keep doing what you’ve been doing and it
will ease the pain.”
    She continued the movement, even more quickly this
time when suddenly he erupted, all over her hand, bellowing at the same time.
    Carrie immediately dropped him and cried, “Are you all
right, Max?”
    Breathing heavily, Max looked down at her with a
smile, and picked up a lock of her hair. “I am more than fine, my sweet, and
you are a darling girl. Thank you. You’ve eased my…pain.”
    She nodded, rose to her feet, and sank onto the seat
across from him.
    “Why are you sitting way over there?” He laughed aloud
when he saw the impish smile on her face.
    “Because I don’t trust you,” she said, even as she
stared out the window.
    “You mean you don’t trust yourself, don’t you?”
    She didn’t reply, but Max saw the frown developing on
her brow. “What is it?”
    Carrie pressed her nose against the window and with a
gasp turned to him. “Where the devil are you taking me? Oh, my! Is that a
castle over yonder?”
    “Yes, it’s my castle, my home.”
    “I can’t go home with you! Why, my mum and brothers
will worry.”
    “Ah, is that all? I had thought you’d say you are a
good girl,” he purred.
    “I am! Bloody hell, Max, you turn this carriage around
and take me home.”
    “Afraid I can’t