His Nasty Little Pussy

Lucy took a deep breath. “If I agree to your ‘terms’ and give you what you want, will you agree to my terms?” Lucy met his eyes. Her heart was pounding in her chest, from fear but now more from the excitement she felt at the nearness of this man.

And then it was clear to her. She was where she wanted to be: in the arms of a man who could give her sexual pleasure and who was willing to show her how to pleasure him, how to make her his whore, but also his wife.

Lucy’s mind was reeling. In her entire life, she’d never behaved want only, and was always the good girl. But now, she had one chance, one opportunity to break free of the stifling confines of her life, to experience something wild and, until now, totally forbidden.

And she wanted it, wanted Robert Bellamy, regardless if his story was true or not. If he was going to carry out his wild scheme, then she would carry out her part.

“Your terms? You can’t forestall the inevitable by talking and I’m in no mood to bargain. But, what are your ‘terms’, Miss Swanton?”

Lucy closed her eyes. She took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and looked directly at Robert.

“You may do anything you want to me. I want you to make me yours, turn me into your wanton whore. Teach me everything. Teach me how to pleasure you. Show me everything, everything you know.” Her words came out in a breathless rush. “And I will agree to your terms. No more questions.”

Robert was silent for a long time. Then he began to laugh, rolling onto his back.

“Oh, girl, you’re quite the chameleon. Who knew under that prim exterior, legs held tightly together, lay a smoldering fire. I sense, under different circumstances, you’d have made an excellent mistress, or whore, if the circumstances were dire.” He turned back to her, meeting her eyes. Lucy held her breath.

“You have a deal, Miss Swanton. You will be deflowered, you will be fucked, hard and long, and I will say now, much to your pleasure. And then…” Robert reached out, running his fingers through her hair “…you will be taught, and taught well.”

Robert’s words sent a thrill through Lucy’s body. Robert kissed her deeply, searing her lips with his as she arched against him, pressing her body against his, hands skimming over the taut, smooth skin of his chest. After a long moment, he broke away, breathing heavily.

“And I’ll have the devil’s own time to teach you.” Robert pulled Lucy hard against him, his hands caressing her back, sliding down to her ass, probing the soft skin. Lucy felt his hard cock pressing against her stomach.

“First, there’s one obstruction that needs to be removed.” Robert moved over Lucy, settling again between her legs. She spread them willingly this time, instinctively rolling her hips to meet him, arms winding around his neck, her fingers in his thick hair.

“This will hurt a bit and then it’s done.” Lucy felt the head of Robert’s cock brushing against her inner thigh and then he was pressing the head of his cock against her cunt, rubbing it slowly back and forth.

“Oh, you’re more ready than I’d thought. You’re hot and wet, Miss Swanton. Your body knows what it wants.” He met her eyes. “Take a deep breath and when I count to three, let it out. I’ll be as quick as I can.”

Lucy inhaled, closing her eyes. On his count of three, she blew out her breath as Robert thrust quickly into her. She felt a sensation of tearing, a quick flash of pain, and a trickle of something warm running down the cleft of her ass.

“Open your eyes, it’s done.” Lucy opened her eyes. Robert was looking down at her, a faint frown creasing his forehead.

“And? Any pain? Are you alright?”

“It hurt, but the pain is gone…or, rather it stings a bit.” She shifted her hips, testing the new sensations of having a cock-Robert’s cock- inside her. Robert responded by gently pushing further into her, then pulling back slowly. He thrust forward several times, further each time, Lucy rolling her hips up to meet him. As he pulled back, she relaxed. Soon she was meeting his thrusts, wrapping her legs around his waist, moaning softly.

Robert looked down at Lucy, his eyes dark with passion. “Well, Miss Swanton, the deed is done. You’re mine now.”

“Lucy…” she murmured. “I think you can call me Lucy now.” Robert grinned.

“Aye, well, Lucy it is then.” He kissed her briefly. “And no more talking, unless it’s to tell me how big my cock is or how wonderful it feels as I fuck you. Those words are always welcome.”

Lucy pulled Robert back to her, kissing him deeply, their tongues thrusting into each other’s mouths. He began thrusting into her, increasing his speed. Soon Lucy was gasping, her body moving in time with his thrusts, her heart racing. She felt a liquid heat begin low in her belly, something she’d never felt before, something that swelled and filled her, making her blood sing in her veins.

Robert buried his head against her shoulder as he increased his speed, grunting with each stroke. She tilted her head back, mouth open. She was crying out now with each thrust he made, spreading her legs as far as she could, her body flooded with all new sensations of pleasure. Time seemed to stop for her, but her body was building toward something, rushing headlong toward release.

Robert pushed himself up, looking down at her, breathing hard.

“You seem to be enjoying this,” he panted. She met his eyes. “Oh, god, Robert. Faster. Fuck me faster.”

“That’s a request I never deny a lady.” Robert shifted his body, bracing his knees against the bed, his hips rocking forward as he pounded into Lucy. She felt his balls slapping against her ass as he buried himself to the hilt with each thrust.

They were both crying out, Lucy matching Robert’s stroke for stroke. She looked up at his face, as he held himself above her, watched as he closed his eyes, his lips parted, a look of ecstasy washing over his handsome features.

And then her body was convulsing beneath Robert, her muscles contracting, heat flooding through her body. She felt wave after wave course through her, a strange wetness flowing from her body, pooling beneath her. But all thought left her as she gave in to the sensations. From a distance, she heard herself scream, a sound of pure pleasure. And then she heard Robert’s cry of pleasure mixing with her and felt his body shudder above hers.

She opened her eyes, watching his face as his cock seemed to swell inside her, his hips flexing, driving his cock into her in short sharp thrusts. There was a flood of warmth, a sensation of liquid filling her. She could feel her body contracting around his cock, as if she were pulling him in further. Robert was moaning against her neck.

Robert held himself inside her, his muscles tensed, his cock still pulsing. And then he relaxed with a deep sigh, resting his head beside hers on the bed, his breathing heavy, stirring the hair by her ear.

They lay quiet for a time, their breathing returning to normal. Robert eventually pulled his cock from her, grabbing the blanket, covering them against the chill in the room. He rolled onto his back, pulling her close, resting her head on his shoulder.

“You did very well, Lucy, for being a virgin.” He reached down, tipping her face to his. “I suspect there’s been some explorations on your part? Spent some time finding out what makes you feel good?”

Lucy blushed furiously, turning her head away. Robert laughed.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Your body is yours, to do with as you please. It’s no sin to give yourself pleasure.” He held her close for a moment, stroking her hair. He spoke, almost to himself.

“We’ll need to be married soon. For five shillings, we can be married at the church on the island where we’re going to make port. It will be quick, but it needs to happen before Lord Swanton’s demise is discovered. I’m not sure how long it will take, but it would be easier if you were married before it’s discovered he’s dead.”

The sound of his voice, the rocking of the ship, and the release her body had experienced all conspired to take Lucy to the edge of sleep. She felt Robert pulling her close as she drifted off. ***This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.