Page 81 of Ironvine

You are beautiful,he thought to himself, taking in her delicate smile, her soft dark eyes.

He went inside the folly to the stone bench padded with thick pillows and sat. “The echo is splendid in here. Brandon and I would have contests as to who could make the vilest sounds.” A small smile flickered over her features, and he held out his hand to her. “Georgie.” She took his hand, and he brought her between his legs. “I want your desires to resound, to fill this space. I want your desire free and clear and loud.”

“What are you saying?”

He slid his hands under her dress and stroked the bare skin of her thighs. His thumbs found the nub of her cunny and gently applied pressure and stroked, stroked, stroked.

Her lips parted, a small moan escaping them. She grabbed onto his shoulders.

“That is what I mean, my love, only louder. You have only yourself to please.”

Her hand went to his face and caressed it. “And you.”

This woman.His heart thumped in his chest. “It would please me for you to take me.”

Her jaw slackened. “Me to…”

He undid his trousers, shoving them down, his stiff, swollen cock thrilled to be free at last. “Take it, take what you will of me. Find your desire.”

Licking her lips, she tore off her gloves, letting them drop to the stone floor, and reached out and wrapped a hand around his cock.

Charles’s jaw tightened as she stroked, stroked, stroked. She licked at his lips, and his breath caught. His head fell back against the damp stone wall, and she bit his lip. His hands cupped her arse cheeks and he brought her closer. Bunching her dress in a fist, he held it up.

“Bring your legs here around me and take my cock.”

She blinked.

“Take it, Countess.”

She lifted herself up around him, and he slid his cock against her wet cunny. She moaned at the promise of what she would be getting.

“Lift up,” he breathed.

She did so, and he positioned himself at her entrance. “Harsh measures are in order to revive you from this dark cloud that has descended upon your spirit. I will not have it. I will not allow anyone to pollute you thus. Take your cock and pleasure yourself. Give voice to your desire. Give voice to your anger.”

She lowered herself on his cock, taking him in inch by inch, filling herself in one long thrust. A groan heaved from his chest.

She clung to his shoulders as she moved up and then ground down on him. With one hand, he stroked her bosom, nipping at the delicate flesh. Her fingers dug in his hair. Moaning, she quickened her pace.

“Feel it all, all that I’m giving you. Feel it and show me what that is. Share it with your husband. Share all of it. Your anger, your pleasure.” He’d never spoken like this before to anyone, yet the need to help her disentangle herself from her mother’s cruelty overwhelmed him.

She quickened her pace, grinding down on him

“You feel so good, Georgina,” he groaned against her skin. “My wild girl. You want this, don’t you? You want all of it?”

“Yes, all of it.” She shuddered as his fingertips dug into the silky flesh of her bottom, urging her on, keeping her close, his hips meeting hers with his own urgency.

Her groans and whimpers intensified. She was angry, she was hungry, she was searching. Sliding his fingers between her legs, he teased her nub. She groaned loudly, her breaths ragged. Charles brought his wet fingers to her lips, and she instantly took them in her mouth and suckled them as she devoured his cock.

What a sight…

“This is what my cock does to my wife.”

She only moaned in reply, her gleaming gaze hanging on his.

“Do you want more of me, Countess?”

Her eyes flashed. Another moan. “More.” She clung to his neck.

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