The Virgin Proxy(15)

To compensate for that weak moment, he wasted no more time on her comfort or those mushy, trifling caresses. Hands gripping her waist, he moved her up and down his throbbing dick, pumping his hips, squeezing the muscles in his thighs and buttocks with every savage thrust. He thought of last night, when she’d looked up at him, dewy eyed and breathless, showing him her breasts. He thought of her teasing tongue licking the bead of semen from his crest, her eyelashes feathering over his roused flesh.

He came hard, gushing into her body, holding her down on his ramrod, sharing every broken breath his mate inhaled. Then he kissed her again. The veil still got in the way, but he hunted, chased her lips through the material and possessed them as heartily as he’d taken her virginity.

She was his now. His playmate.

Merry as a boy with a new pony to ride, he didn’t care where the other woman was, because he had what he needed. Tomorrow, surely, he would feel differently, but for now he as content with one woman. She was all he wanted.





Chapter Five





Deorwynn bent over, kneeling on the end of the bed, while he stood behind her and slid his finger, coated in something warm and wet, into her anus. Meanwhile his hard prick parted her pussy lips yet again and she welcomed it, squeezing and caressing with her sheath. She should have been sore by now, but she was in no mood to refuse him anything. The sensations he gave her were incomparable; she’d given up trying to think of words that might suit her current state of joyful, unbound carelessness.

If he did not soon fall asleep, Sybilia would never have a chance to slip into the bed before dawn light and she would never be released from her duty as the proxy virgin. Deorwynn knew she should be alarmed by the thought. Should be. But this adventure had stopped feeling like a duty about an hour ago, when she heard him cry out with his first climax. She was surprised, gratified even, that it shook him as powerfully as it did her. Then she wanted to kiss him—to kiss the filthy rotten, no-good Norman—and she was thankful that his instinct was the same, his mouth, hot, wet and rapacious, seeking her lips through the thick veil. She’d not known he was about to spill, until she heard his hollow cry and felt the warm liquid flow into her. It was too late to stop him. First thing tomorrow she’d have to make a potion to prevent her womb quickening.

She caught a startled breath as his oiled finger pushed deeper into her bottom.

“One day you’ll be ready to take me here,” he whispered huskily. “But you must be readied first.”

Deorwynn bit down on her lip and groaned as his finger stretched out the tiny opening between her buttocks. His thick cock throbbed inside her sex, as if to comfort for the other intrusion. And then, with his other hand, he reached under and stroked her filled pussy, his callused fingers exerting steady pressure. Soon she felt those warming waves again and she pushed back, her cheeks slapping into his groin. He laughed, deep and lusty, as his other finger played inside her anus.

“Splendid. You’ll soon be ready for all of me, but not yet tonight. For now this must suffice.”

A second wet finger joined the first, crowding into that small puckered hole.

He kissed the nape of her neck, holding his fingers inside her, keeping them still, giving her a moment to grow accustomed to this new sensation. Then he began moving them in and out, slowly fucking her tight backside with those two long fingers. The pain became a scalding rush with a flutter of fierce pleasure at the end of each forward parry.

She laid the side of her face to the furs on the bed and gave herself up to it, her bottom in the air, her knees spread wide. His cock now joined in the rhythmic motion, every rub of his engorged shaft passing in and out of her labia causing a quake that shook her entire body, making her cunny pulse, gripping his cock ever tighter.

He cursed, thrusting his fingers faster and deeper into her anus, unable to restrain himself it seemed. And she silently thanked those nuns for teaching her to withstand pain. Meanwhile he was balls deep in her pussy, his heavy seed-bags spanking her, making a wet, smacking sound to compliment his ferocious growls and her low gasps. She squeezed down again, trying to hold him in for longer, welcoming the burn in her ass because of the pleasure that quickly followed. He chuckled at her eagerness, marveling aloud at how well she matched his passion. He called her his beautiful little pussy cat and stroked her thighs, her belly, her breasts. He licked her spine, the fingers of his free hand mercilessly playing the hot pearl at the crest of her labia, making her come again and again, as his cock pushed in and out.

She was exhausted, shaking. Her knees no longer felt the fur coverlet; she was lifted, secured on his lance, his thick thighs under her, the muscles tense. She had no control. When she begged him not to make her come again, he merely kissed her nape and worked his fingertips faster, his sweating chest curved against her back.