Kissing his way farther up her thigh, he was rewarded with a mewling noise when he finally allowed his lips to trail over her pussy lips, her cunt swollen with her own desire. Gently, he parted her folds and allowed his tongue to trail the length of her slick channel. She tasted so sweet and innocent, just as he’d imagined.
Lapping and caressing her heated core with his tongue, he was gratified when she gasped in pure pleasure when his tongue pressed hard into her clit. “That’s it, Cecily,” Robert coaxed, needing more from her, wanting her drenched and dripping when he finally took her. “Give me more, love. Come for me.”
“I don’t… I can’t…” Fisting her hands in the sheets, Cecily seemed to be searching for something. “I don’t know how.” The words were torn from her throat in what he knew had to be a humiliating admission.
“Yes, you do,” he coaxed again, knowing that by the end of the night, she’d be completely under his spell. “I know you, Cecily, my brave little one. You know what to do. Your body is telling you. Let it go and do what feels good.” Then he tongued her clit again and she shuddered, though she didn’t come. She was close, however, and Robert knew it was time to ratchet up her level of pleasure a bit more. He didn’t want her afraid, but he did want her insatiable.
As he lapped hard at her cunt, he slowly slid first one finger, followed by another into her tight, wet hole. He’d never felt anything like it, this tight, wet heat. Even the other virgins he’d fucked had never been like this. No, this was all Cecily and if he’d had second thoughts before, he no longer did.
On the bed, Cecily squirmed as Robert slid three of his fingers deep inside of her. This was new for her and she’d never really imagined a man would do this kind of thing. His cock? Certainly. But not his fingers. Yet there they were, stroking and caressing her inner walls, reached far deeper inside of her than she’d thought possible. When he began some sort of scissoring motion, she thought she might faint from the pure pleasure of it. Then he was caressing her inner walls again and she felt her juices begin to flow once more, this time so quickly that it was almost like rain. She hadn’t known she was capable of this, but she liked it. Oh, how she liked it.
Then, Robert began lapping at her clit again, all while his fingers slid in and out of her, mimicking what he’d soon do with his cock. His tongue pressed hard on her clit with each pass and she felt moisture begin to run down her leg. She was shameless, and she didn’t care.
Deep inside of her, she felt a pressure begin to build, hot and heavy, one that threatened to overwhelm her. Spreading her legs wider, her hips seemed to start to buck of their own volition, this incredible sensation building and building, twisting her mind and her body until all she felt and saw and smelled was Robert. His fingers inside of her, his lips on her cunt, his head between her legs.
“Come for me, Cecily!” Robert demanded, knowing that his own self-control was starting to slip. He needed to be inside of her. Soon. “Let go, pet, and allow it to happen.”
At his urging, she did, and wave after wave of incredible pleasure crashed over her, pulling her along like an ocean tide. Her body shook and convulsed, swamping her with delight. Still, she longed for more, the ache between her legs not completely satisfied.
Looking down with glazed eyes, she saw Robert grinning at her. “That was amazing,” she breathed, not knowing what else to say. “But I need…” She flushed red, despite what he’d just done to her, unable to articulate what she wanted.
“You need to be properly fucked, Cecily,” Robert whispered as he stood and leaned over her where she still lay prone on the bed. “And I am going to fuck you. Hard and fast, so hard and so well you’ll never want another.” And then he was over her, his body ready to mate with hers. And Cecily thought she’d never seen anything more predatory than the gleam in his eyes at that precise moment.
Chapter Three
Robert was beyond ready to mount Cecily, his prized virgin flesh. He needed her so badly that he ached, his balls throbbing with the need for release. And now, he would have her.
Swiftly, he parted her legs, not allowing her any time to think about what he was about to do. Then, he was there, his cock throbbing and pressing on her cunt. She wiggled a bit beneath him, but she didn’t try to run or get away which gratified him. It meant she still wanted this; she wanted what some women considered a violation. She wanted him to fuck her. And he had every intention of giving her what she wanted.
She was wet, so wet that he could hardly believe it. Never had he encountered a woman, particularly a virgin, this eager for his cock.
Pressing himself in a few inches, Cecily gasped, but again, didn’t push him away. Instead, she spread her legs farther apart, as if instinctively knowing that it would make things easier. Moving again, his blunt tip slid deeper inside of her, inch by precious inch. She was beyond tight, beyond wet. Then, he could feel her virgin barrier. With a single hard thrust, he was through it. She moaned in pain and he wished he could have spared her that, but he couldn’t.
This was part of what turned him on, that unique feeling of piercing her maidenhead with his cock. It was also part of why he loved virgins so much, what he found so exquisite about them. The very idea of knowing that he was the first to claim their bodies gave him a feeling like no other.
When he was certain that Cecily had adjusted to his length, he pulled his cock out before plunging back inside of her again, her tightness around him almost more than he could tolerate. She was exquisitely tight, far tighter than he’d ever experienced. It was positively heavenly.
“Robert! Please!” Cecily cried out, her body flooded with sensations, all of them marvelous, as her drove into her. There had been pain, true, but it had paled in comparison to the utterly delicious feelings running through her at the moment, making her nerve endings tingle. “I need you!” She had no idea what she was saying or why she was babbling, but she needed to make him understand that she needed more – whatever more was.
“Hush, pet,” he grunted as he slid into her slickness again, her tightness not easing as he continued to thrust. “Trust me. Just relax.”
So Cecily did, at least for the moment. Then, Robert drove his cock into her cunt once more, going deeper than he had the previous times and she shattered, her orgasm hitting so fast and hard that she thought she might faint. She could feel her body tighten and convulse around his. She thought he would stop then, but she was wrong. Instead, he continued to pump in and out of her, using her body for his own pleasure while driving her mad with her own.
For a moment, she was convinced she was going to die of sheer delight, her hips rocking in time with his. Then, he surprised her by pulling his cock out of her completely and sitting back on hid haunches.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, afraid that she’d offended him in her eagerness. “Whatever it is, Robert, I can fix it. I swear.” Though that would probably be after she was capable of standing once more. At the moment, she was fairly certain her legs wouldn’t support her in the least.
He licked his lips rather lasciviously. Until he’d actually fucked her, Robert hadn’t known if she’d been any good or not. But she was – marvelously so. Enthusiastic and unafraid, she didn’t simply “lie back and take it,” as many untried maidens would have. No, Cecily embraced both his sexuality and hers, showing no fear when she’d encountered his cock. A cock that had, in the past, caused more than one virgin to faint upon seeing it, he was rather proud to admit.
“You’ve done nothing wrong, sweeting.” He smiled at her again as he reached out to stroke her cheek, needed her willing. Even many courtesans wouldn’t be up for what he had in mind next. “But you feel so marvelous around my cock that I’d like to try something else.”
Truth be told, he wasn’t certain how much longer he could last, as his manhood was throbbing and pulsing, just on the verge of being ready to explode. And when he came, it would be inside Cecily’s cunt, spraying her with his cum, marking her as his property. In fact, he thou
ght, he ought to have a collar made for her with that very inscription – “Property of Lord Ashley, Duke of Canterfield.” When this house party was over, he decided he would.
Blinking a few times, Cecily graced him with a small smile, obviously eager for whatever new sensual delight he was willing to show her. “I am at your service, my lord.” Then she turned her head aside in a rather coy fashion and Robert was seized with the need to have her again. Now.
Grabbing her shoulders he turned her so that she was now kneeling on the bed, her ass high in the air. She made that same mewling noise that drove him mad, before gripping her hips tightly and sliding himself home, deep into her waiting cunt.
“Oh, Robert! Yes!” Cecily couldn’t keep from crying out her utter delight as he entered her from behind, his hands roughly grabbing her hips and pulling her back until her arse met his hips, his cock buried in her cunt so deeply that his balls brushed her rear cheeks. “Oh, yes!”
Thrusting hard, Robert couldn’t help himself. She was so tight, so wet, so hot. So perfect. Never had he fucked a virgin this tight. He plunged himself in and out of her with heated need, driving her, claiming her as his own. When he thought she might be cooling a bit, he slapped her ass – hard, so hard that she screamed – but instead of crying, as he suspected she might, she simply begged for more. So he spanked her again and again until her cheeks were red with the imprint of his hands, his balls bouncing against the reddened flesh as he thrust.
Leaning forward, he drove himself in deeper until he felt himself hit yet another barrier, hitting something in her he’d never done in another woman. An animalistic need consumed him and her drove into her harder, fucking her like a dog, his front bent over her back as he pulled at her soft, supple tits, pinching and pulling at her nipples until she was bucking and crying out in unabashed pleasure.
“Take it, Cecily,” he demanded, gripping her shoulders tightly as he prepared to empty himself inside of her. “All of it, my sweet.”
“Everything!” she cried in response, grinding her body back against his, seeking even deeper penetration.
Then, Robert exploded, thick, creamy white ropes of his seed spilling inside of her, drenching her inner walls, coating her, marking her as his. Moments later, she followed, her body arching off the bed as she cried out, yet another orgasm washing over her, making her buck and writhe like a wild creature. He loved every moment of it.
Falling to the bed, her rolled them to their sides, his cock still buried deep within Cecily’s heat. Slowly, he pulled himself free of her, biting her on the shoulder as he did so, yet another mark to indicate that she belonged to him and him alone.
“My lord? Robert?” she asked as she fell back to the pillow. “Was that all you had hoped for?” There was a curious light shining in her eyes, as if she was uncertain what would happen next. As if she wasn’t certain she had pleased him.
He slid a finger down the slope of her breast to pinch her nipple, making the tight bud peak to his satisfaction. “More than I had hoped for, Cecily.” He stroked the other breast this time before continuing. “But…”
Twisting beneath him, she looked up, her eyes wide. “Whatever you want, Robert, I’ll do it.” She knew she should probably call him “my lord” again, but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. This was Robert, the man who had taken her virginity and given her what she was certain would be the most amazing sex of her life.
“Lick me clean, pet.” He gestured to his cock, which, despite what they’d just done, wasn’t as flaccid as she’d imagined it would be. “I want to feel your mouth on me again.”
Sliding down the bed, Cecily grasped Robert’s cock more firmly this time, feeling every bit the wanton seductress she now was. She trailed her tongue down his length, surprised a bit when his cock twitched in her grasp, but pleased that he was enjoying her touch again. She remembered his words about sucking and took him more fully in her mouth once more, making as tight of suction as possible. Now that he’d fucked her, she had the general idea of what he wanted to feel around his cock and she worked to recreate that experience.
Surprised when he moaned, she sucked harder, lapping and pulling at his sweet-tasting meat, reveling in the sensations and lapping eagerly at the rapidly swelling head that was already beginning to leak once more.
Getting on her hands and knees, she was gratified to feel Robert’s fingers teasing her clit once more, sliding his own cum through her channel, bringing her back to that delicious edge of orgasm, the one she seemingly could not get enough of.
“Come for me again, pet,” he urged as his own hips began to shake once more. “Show me that you are well and truly mine.”
Knowing that her own release was just moments away, Cecily sucked and tickled, caressing his cock with all of her rudimentary skill. But it was enough. Robert exploded into her mouth and she drank him down, savoring every drop, though since he had come minutes before, there wasn’t as much as she suspected there normally might be.
Just when she thought her own climax was not to be, she felt something prod at her rear hole and was first shocked and then delighted when she felt Robert’s fingers slip into her arse – just as she’d imagined on the ballroom’s stage. It didn’t hurt much, surprisingly, though she suspected that since his fingers were so well lubed with her own fluids that might have something to do with it.
With his fingers stroking in and out of both holes at the same time, there was little Cecily could do but ride the waves of pleasure that rocked her as she came again, screaming this time, and clinging to Robert as if her life depended on it.
When she could finally breathe again, she rolled onto her back and looked up at him. “That was beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I would gladly do that again if I could. Whatever you wanted.” She shivered, knowing her time in his bed was short. Then, she said the words she knew he might not want to hear but felt compelled to say anyway. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad it was you.”
Robert considered her a moment. He knew that he had a choice to make. Sutton only kidnapped virgins who were in danger, odd man that he was. Had Tully not removed Cecily from the marquess’ home, the old man would have had her against the wall, his aging cock in her cunt within a few months. Of that Robert was certain. By taking one of the offered “favours,” Robert had also agreed to consider keeping the virgin he’d chosen. Many people who came to the house party did, leaving with a mistress or a sexual slave of their choosing. The gifts who were rejected for long-term use were sent to live on one of Sutton’s many estates in relative peace, though the earl did require them, both men and women, to fuck him whenever he chose. Despite rumors, the kidnapped virgins were never cast into the streets or dumped into houses of prostitution.
Robert had not planned to keep his “favour,” when he’d arrived at the party yesterday. But that had been before Cecily. Before her tight heat and her obviously willing sexual nature. He was certain that, given time and training, she would do whatever he wished of her, including an orgy liked she’d witnessed earlier, if that’s what he wanted. Like the engraved collar, he rather liked that idea.
Kissing her deeply, Robert gave her a considering look. “I’m glad it was me, as well.” Then, trailing a hand over her stomach, knowing that she could already be carrying his child, as they hadn’t been careful, his decision was made. “Would you like to do it again? And again? And perhaps again after that? Maybe in different positions or in different ways?”
Looking up, Cecily could hardly believe what she was hearing. Robert wanting to keep her? “Are you certain, my lord?” She frowned. “I am a maid.”
“Were a maid,” he corrected gently. “And if you let me fuck you in the arse, repeatedly, I’ll do more than keep you. I’ll marry you.” He hadn’t meant to say that, but once the words we out, he found that he meant them. If she was his mistress, that would pose some challenges. But as his wife? Well, all manner of possibilities were open to him then, including some rather scandalous fucking.
Rolling onto her side, Cecily gave him a wicked smile. “My arse is all yours, my lord. As am I. Do with me as you wish.”
Feeling his cock rise again, Robert broke into another smile, this one bigger than the last. “Ah, Cecily, my pet. You are perfect. Positively perfect.” And then, with a quick thrust, he rammed his cock into her arse, fucking that virgin hole as well. Life, he decided as he leaned in to kiss her and swallow her scream of pleasurable pain, was good. All because he’d taken the time to seduce Miss Cecily.
Coming Soon…
Allegra became both a bride and widow on the same day. It wasn’t her fault that mere hours after marrying the Duke of Rawlson, he was killed in a freak carriage accident as he went to visit his mistress before he could even deflower his new bride. Now wealthy beyond her wildest dreams, Allegra, believed to be a “woman of the world” by the ton, has been invited to the Earl of Sutton’s always scandalous winter house party in Derbyshire, a precursor to the London season.
Still very much a virgin, Allegra has no intention of leaving the house party with her innocence intact, even if that means she has to seduce the rakish earl to accomplish her goal. The only problem is, the earl might not be willing. Or is that merely an act, because what he really wants is to see just how untried Allegra really is? And how far she’s willing to go to get what she wants?
Look for “Deflowering The Duchess,” coming soon in the, “Victorian Virgins,” series from Sapphire Del Rey!
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