Billionaire Flawed 1(321)

“Do it,” she said in a breathless voice. “Do it.”

He would oblige the young woman. He rocked back away from her, standing at the edge of the bed. She watched him, her eyes going from his face to his trousers as he undid them lowered them to his ankles. His cock was pulsing before him, red and big and yearning for her tight womanhood.

Bertram used his hands to push Anna’s knees further apart, and then he was back on the bed, kneeling before her. Annabelle lifted herself up onto her elbows so she could look down and see herself. Her womanly lips were slick with her own juices, just below a curly tuft of pubic hair.

Bertram touched her there once more, using his fingers to spread her lips wide as his other hand guided his penis towards her. The swollen head of his cock pushed against her, moving up and down her slick lips. And then he was going inside her, and it was all the young woman could do not to yell out in pleasure.

“I’ve never felt tighter,” Bertram gasped as he pushed further into her, the head of his cock disappearing completely, and then his shaft sliding in. He fell forward, on top of her, his hands holding himself up, and their lips were clashing sloppily together, their passion overtaking them.

Anna ran her hands along the man’s back, pulling his shirt up so her nails could drag across his muscular back. His cock was sliding in and out of her in a furious pace. There was love making, and there was something else, and what she and the Duke were doing was decidedly something else.

One hand continued to hold himself up, and the other groped at her breasts, even as their tongues danced together.

“Oh, God,” Annabelle groaned into the man’s mouth. Something she had not felt before was growing in her loins, deep within her. It was a feeling that she could hardly bear, it felt so good. It was a growing sensation, hot between her thighs, in the pit of her stomach. An orgasm rocked her body, and then she was crying out, so loudly that the Duke laughed and covered her mouth with his hand, so no one would think a woman was being attacked and come searching upstairs.

Her body quaked, and spasms tore through her inner walls, the sensation on Bertram’s cock as her vagina squeezed him unlike anything he had felt with any other woman. It was almost too much, but he didn’t want the feeling to end, he wasn’t ready to finish, so he fought off his own orgasm.

He kissed her once more, and then he pulled out of her and the girl let a look of worry flash across her face. “Is that all? Did I do something wrong?”

Bertram grinned and shook his head.

“No my love, nothing wrong at all.”

And then his strong hands were on her waist, and he was moving her, rolling her over. He tugged on her waist so she went onto her hands and knees, and he positioned himself behind her, and once more he was sliding inside of her tight, wet pussy.

His rough hands were on the cheeks of her rear, squeezing and gripping almost painfully, but Annabelle never wanted him to stop. He pumped in and out of her at a furious pace, the sound of her rear and his pelvis making an audible slapping sound each time he pushed into her.

He couldn’t hold off for long, her womanhood was too tight, the sex too good. He felt himself nearing climax, and he had the mind to pull out just as he came. The Duke gripped his own cock and jerked his hand back and forth, spraying thick strands of semen over the girl’s plump, pale ass. She lay down on her stomach as he did so, breathing heavily. Their bodies were slick with sweat, which shone in the moonlight.

“I can’t go back down there,” she said softly, and the Duke laughed as he moved to lay next to her.

“Take a moment, they’ll never know,” he said.

“You ripped my small clothes.”

“Well, don’t make love with anyone else, and they won’t know you aren’t wearing any,” he said with a wink.

“That’s what you call that? Making love?” Annabelle asked.

“What would you call it?” Bertram asked.

“Being used,” Annabelle said with a grin to the man. “But I enjoyed it.”

“Marry me my sweet lady. Marry me, and I will use you often.”

Annabelle began to laugh. “I should return.”

“Are you going to speak with Duke Blackburn?”

Annabelle nodded. “Does that bother you?”

“No. He may speak to you. With his words or with his manhood. If anything, I am confident that my cock can speak better than any man’s.”

Annabelle smiled as she stood up. She kept her skirt hiked above her hips as she bent to retrieve her torn small clothes. She wiped his semen off of her bottom with the small clothes, and then dropped them back to the floor. Certainly some servant was in for surprise on the next morrow.