Dirty Aristocrat(28)

'Your pussy is so tight it feels like it's sucking my cock in.'

Holding his eyes, I pushed myself down on him. A slow burning heat  flowered at my core and rippled through my entire body as I went on that  long, slow slide down that thick pillar of meat.

I imagined him as a beautiful stallion, big and powerful, sculptured  with muscles, taking my weight and movement in his stride whilst I rode  us both to the ultimate pleasure. My nerves felt raw and my skin tingled  with his every touch.

Not taking his eyes off me, he reached for the tray and slid it along towards him.

'What's this?' he asked, holding up the cornbread.

I stopped my downward movement. 'Um  …  corn  …  bread.'

He took a bite and chewed. 'It's like a hug from God,' he said  appreciatively. He held the cornbread six inches away from his mouth.  'Go on take a bite,' he urged.

I leaned forward.

'Mind my fingers,' he cautioned.

I bit into it.

'Bounce on my dick,' he said.

Still chewing, I slid up and down his shaft. It was the strangest sensation. I swallowed it as quickly as I could.

He thrust upwards while I was on my way down. 'What are the balls?' he asked.

I was almost incoherent with the jolt of electric pleasure that went through my body. 'Ahhh  …  what?' I asked blankly.

He played with my clit. 'The balls on the tray. What are they?'

'Uh  …  cheese. Ohhhh  …  Ahhh  …  Cheese balls,' I gasped.

Using his left hand, he popped a cheese ball into my mouth and watched  me as I writhed under the ministrations of his right hand.

'Very tasty. Did you make them?'

'Yessssss,' I hissed.

'Here,' he said and pushed another cheese ball between my parted lips. I  rolled it in my mouth and tried to chew it while his hands circled my  clit and manipulated it until I thought I was going to climax and choke  to death or spew the food all over him. But he took his hand away and I  quickly swallowed the food in my mouth. He needed both hands to unscrew  the jar of pickled okra.

'What on earth is this?'

'Pickled okra,' I said pausing in the act of jumping up and down on his shaft.

'Don't stop. Continue bouncing,' he instructed.

He extracted a vegetable in his hand. 'Are they supposed to go with the cheese balls?'

I nodded.

He smelt it, made a face, and brought it to my mouth instead. I quickly  took a bite and, tasting nothing, swallowed it. He popped another cheese  ball into his mouth. I stared at how unaffected he seemed to be when I  could barely think with his hard cock so deep inside me.         

     



 

'Fuck my dick harder, Tawny,' he said, casually dusting the crumbs off his hands.

I rode him faster until finally I could see that he was no longer in  control. His eyes were becoming darker, his jaw was tight and his mouth  was starting to become a snarl. He was very close to climax.

'Lean forward and grind your clit on my groin,' he commanded.

As soon as I leaned forward and tried to obey his order, his cock was suddenly too deep. 'Oh, sweet Jesus,' I panted.

'An inch too far?' he growled.

'Make me,' I cried. 'Make me take all of you  …  every last inch. Push me down on you. All the way.'

He frowned. 'That would hurt you.'

'I want it,' I whispered fiercely. 'I want to take all of you. I want you to cram it all in. Every last inch.'

'No.'

'Other women have taken it all in.'

'They didn't have the tight cunt you have.'

I let him slip out of me and rubbed my wet cleft shamelessly along the  length of his cock. 'Please. Just this once. So I know what it feels  like. If it gets too much I'll scream and you can stop.'

He hesitated.

'Just this once.'

In a flash he grabbed my hips, penetrated me, and pushed my body down  until my sex was flush with his skin. My mouth was open in a silent  scream. Gritting my teeth so I didn't scream out, I leaned forward and  ground myself on him until I came hard, gushing on his cock. He caught  the bottom of my thighs and pumped hard into me until his cock swelled  even more and he exploded inside me. I looked at him, panting and  triumphant. I had taken all of him.





CHAPTER 24


Tawny Maxwell

Lying on my stomach, I licked the vinegar of a pickled okra while Ivan  looked sideways at me. He had already dismissed this Southern delicacy  as inedible. I nibbled the tip.

'Hey, you know when we first started to, you know, do it, you left me  and went to your room because you had something important to do.' I  turned my face towards him. 'What was so important?'

He popped a cheese ball into his mouth. 'I had to jerk off.'

'What? You left me waiting on my hands and knees and went to jerk off?' I spluttered in disbelief.

'You obviously have no comprehension at all of the male body. I couldn't  have lasted a few seconds inside you the way I was. I wanted your first  time to be a bit more memorable than a premature ejaculation  experience.'

I looked at him startled. 'Well, in that case  …  thank you?'

'You're welcome. So you and Robert didn't have sex, huh?' he asked  casually. Too casually. He made a point of not even looking at me.

I felt my body contract. We were travelling into dangerous territory  here. I felt the relaxed lazy atmosphere change. A stillness fell over  us. I bit my lip.

'Uh, no, he  …  um  …  couldn't,' I said.

I didn't think I had sounded convincing, but to my surprise he grinned  suddenly and said, 'Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. It was fun  being the first one inside you.'

I looked at him long and hard. His mouth was smiling but his eyes were  deliberately expressionless. His reaction was not at all what I  expected, but it was much better for me if we dropped the subject.

'By the way, my mother wants to meet you.'

I shot up. 'What?'

'Fraid so,' he said.

I put the half eaten okra back on the plate. 'When does she want to meet?'

'Tomorrow. She's invited you to tea at Foxgrove.'

'But you said she wouldn't be caught dead in England during winter.'

'Ordinarily yes, but she wants to meet the woman her son's chosen to be the next Lady Greystoke.'

'But I don't have anything suitable to wear,' I wailed.

'That's why you're going shopping tomorrow. Something for tea with my mother on Sunday and something for our wedding on Monday.'

I worried my lower lip with my teeth. 'What time is she expecting us?'

'Actually,' he said, 'it's only you who's invited.'

'Oh no! She's not going to give me the third degree, is she?'

'Nah. My mother's cool. She doesn't suffer fools gladly so she'll be right up your street.'

'How should I address her?' I asked nervously.

He grinned. 'Call her Bobo.'

I scowled. 'What?'

'Bobo,' he said slowly, as if I had said what because I had not heard  him properly, and not because it was the most ridiculous thing you could  call someone's mother.

'I can't call her that,' I protested.         

     



 

'Why not? That's what her inner-circle call her.'

'To start with I'm not part of her inner circle and I'd feel really silly calling your mother Bobo.'

'You can't call her by her official title either,' he said reasonably.

'You're really serious. You want me to call your mother Bobo.'

He shrugged. 'It sounds funny to you because you're not used to it, but  we all have nicknames. It's what we aristocrats do. We give each other  silly names that no one outside our circle would dare to use.'

I grinned. 'So what's yours?'

He looked at me playfully. 'Should be BigDick, but in truth I don't have  one. From the time I was three years old I refused to answer to  anything except Ivan.'

I screwed my face playfully. 'Hmmm  …  so why do I remember Robert mentioning something about Ivan the Terrible.'

He frowned. 'Robert mentioned that?

'Mmm  …  so are you Ivan the Terrible or aren't you?' I asked.

He sighed. 'Yeah, that's me.'

'So why did you say you didn't have a nickname?'

'That's not a nickname, Tawny. That's a title I earned while I was at Oxford.'

I lay back down and leaned my head on my temple. 'You earned it?'

He looked embarrassed and I stared at him in surprise. 'You're not having a shy moment, are you?'

He looked down at his flat stomach, his eyelashes as extravagant as fans on his cheeks. 'It's hard for me to explain to you.'

'Why?'

'Because you're so real and down-to-earth and this story will only fly  with the over-privileged, the shallow, and the utterly self-obsessed,  narcissistic dip-shits that I, being one myself, ran around with in my  youth.'

I touched his shoulder. 'Try me. I'm not afraid of getting a little mud on my boots.'

He looked me in the eye. 'You think you want to know, but you don't, Tawny.'

I lean closer and whisper in his ear, 'Do you know, they say in my neck  of the woods, that if the dirt ain't flying, you ain't trying.'

He jerked back and looked at me, an odd glint in his eye. 'All right. Let's see how much dirt you can stomach.'

I stared transfixed at him.

'I used to belong to a super elitist secret club. A gathering of the  sons of the crème de la crème of society. All those who were in it with  me now hold high political posts or are respected captains of industry,  but back then we wore purple waistcoats tailored at Ede &  Ravenscroft with pompous, swaggering conceit, and held grand banquets  full of boisterous ritual. We drank heavily and reveled in vulgar and  ostentatious displays of wealth and power.'