‘Fuck, you’re good, Miss Lucy,’ Miles moaned, tightening his grip and using his hips to momentarily rock himself deeper up inside her.
Determined to find herself a lover, Miss Lucy Randolph decided to make this a summer to remember by seducing her parent’s neighbour, Mr Miles Beaumont… The rakish Mr Beaumont will guide her to heights of depravity and pleasure she had only dreamed about.
Lucy’s Seduction: Chapter 9
[Lucy’s Seduction is a consensual historical BDSM erotica set broadly in a raunchy and apocryphal Edwardian England setting. Lucy’s name is inspired by my love of E.M. Forster’s ‘Room with a view’ and its main character, Lucy Honeychurch. The story is fully fictional and all characters are over 18. Chapter 1 is here]
‘Fuck, you’re good, Miss Lucy,’ Miles moaned, tightening his grip and using his hips to momentarily rock himself deeper up inside her.
Lucy squealed to feel herself sliding even deeper, then Miles was pulling her hips inexorably downwards and his thick shaft was filling her, she suddenly knew, all the way. She wailed, unable to process the knowledge or the sensations, then she pulled the sound back inside her, suddenly scared that Miles would think she wasn’t enjoying herself.
She did not want him to decide they had to stop.
Miles moaned, pulling her down against him again, harder this time.
‘Damn you’re good,’ he groaned, grunting. ‘Fuck yourself onto me, Lucy, darling,’ he opened his eyes and met hers. ‘Now, girl,’ he added when she didn’t immediately move. ‘That’s it,’ he grunted, encouraging her hips with his hands as she started, tentatively, to move herself up and down along his length, seeming to know by instinct to roll her hips to grind their bodies together for greater pleasure.
He’s inside me, she thought wildly, again and again. I’ve let a man inside me. And if I please him enough, he’s going to explode into me. The thought suddenly seemed indescribably wanton — she had spoken to the local midwife and taken the necessary herbs, so she wasn’t worried about consequences — but she remembered his words from earlier.
Sooner than you think, you will be screaming beneath me as I teach you what it means to be taken by a man — and later, my darling girl, you will be heading home with my seed inside you.
It’s happening, she thought again and again, as their bodies moved together. I made it happen.
Miles’ hands slid over her body as she fucked him, and she wondered at the feeling of his strength against her soft curves. Her breasts were a favourite, of course, but he also spent plenty of time on her thighs, her hips, her butt and even her upper arms.
She wasn’t worried when he moved a hand between them, but when she felt his thumb land back on her clit, she gasped. The hungry nub had been enjoying the feeling of him moving against her but the angle wasn’t quite right. Miles started to move his thumb in gentle circles, increasing her pleasure, a slight smile on his face.
‘What… What are you doing?’ Lucy gasped, feeling herself almost shuddering as her pleasure grew.
‘Keep fucking me,’ Miles growled, his other hand moving to cup her butt, encouraging her movement. ‘You’ve got a man’s cock inside you now, darling, and you need to please every inch. Do you hear me?’
Lucy gasped at the growl in his voice, renewing her efforts to grind against him, up and down, in and out, wondering at how his voice growling at her turned her on. She felt her own pleasure growing and growing, Miles’ infernal thumb on her clit making her pleasure swell and spike, but she couldn’t think about it, because he was still growling at her.
‘Don’t slow down,’ he growled, squeezing her butt. ‘Don’t be lazy, girl. You’re learning to please a man.’
Lucy gasped, her own arousal increasing at his rough words — and at the implication that it was her job, her body’s job, to please him. She kept fucking him, her vision blurring, moaning softly at her own increasing pleasure that just seemed to keep growing and growing somewhere between her clit and her cunt.
Her orgasm wrenched through her before she was ready, electric heat flooding through her groin, and she cried out, a thin reedy cry almost of embarrassment as she felt herself cumming against his hand and around his cock.
‘That’s it, darling,’ Miles spoke warmly, his voice rich with his own pleasure. ‘Such a good Lucy,’ he spoke again, holding his hand firmly against her clit as she stiffened again and again as the pulses kept flooding through her before dying away.
‘You…’ Lucy gasped, trying to talk. ‘You…’ she wailed again. ‘You did that on purpose,’ she managed finally, wanting to glare at him.
‘Of course,’ Miles chuckled. He slid both his hands back onto her hips, holding her steady. ‘You’re a sweet fuck.’
Lucy blushed, horrified at herself. Oh gods, what was she even doing? He was still inside her and he was huge and she knew that his juices had been drifting into her this whole time.
‘You’re not done, Miss Lucy,’ Miles’ rough voice wrenched her back to herself and she gulped as she felt his body tensing beneath her. ‘It’s my turn now, darling,’ he grunted up at her, his smile taking any sting out of his words.
‘I…’ Lucy gasped but Miles was already flipping her over, moving both of them easily so that she landed back on her back on the bed. Miles’ shaft slid out of her as they moved and she cried out to feel suddenly empty, abandoned, then he moved above her, between her legs, his hands grasping her wrists and holding her down beneath him.
‘I’m going to ravish you, Lucy,’ he said, his eyes drinking in the sight of her sprawled beneath him.
‘You…’ Lucy gasped, wondering why she couldn’t seem to make a full sentence. Miles kissed her before she could even work out what she was saying, using his lips to seduce her mouth before sliding his tongue deep into her.
‘You’re my whore, Lucy,’ he growled into her mouth and she gasped with a mixture of excitement and shock at the words. He moved both her wrists into one strong hand as he spoke, his other hand groping down her side to her hip. Lucy felt the full length of his body against her body and she gasped with need.
Oh gods, he was going to push himself back into her, wasn’t he? And she wanted him there, she felt so empty and needy between her legs, but she was also very sensitive and tender. She had had no idea that fucking a man would be so physical, so intense.
‘I’m going to fuck you hard,’ Miles grunted, kissing her. ‘And you’re going to do as I say, aren’t you?’
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