his charcoal eyes.
"Drummond," Gabriella whimpered, arching her back upward as the sensation of Drummond pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside her made her pant with pleasure.
"Do it," Drummond commanded roughly again, as he pierced her fully with one powerful thrust!
"Ah! Ah!" Gabriella could barely breathe as her fingers found her feverish clit and she petted it, piling her breasts up into mounds between her arms as she stretched to reach.
"Yes," Drummond panted. "Your bare little pussy drives me wild!"
God, Gabriella was ravishing, Drummond thought ardently as he watched Gabriella's opulent breasts bouncing with each of his stabbing thrusts. He took the heels of Gabriella's feet up to his neck, holding her legs along his chest as he bent forward. He was sweating and he was on fire as he picked up the pace, pumping his jutting cock into Gabriella's contracting sheath of liquid heat that grabbed his cock back with each stroke.
Drummond turned his gaze to see his engorged shaft sliding in and out of Gabriella's tight vagina as she fingered her clit feverishly. This sight brought him so close to ejaculation that he had to strain to hold back. Waiting for his love . . . his life, to climax first as he coupled Gabriella harder and faster and she began to unravel.
"Oh god-god, Drummond!" Gabriella cried, arching up off the table, quaking.
Drummond could feel the spasm of Gabriella's orgasm clutching his enamored cock in ripples so hot and tight that it drew up his balls as his vision faded and his belly clenched. "God!" He spilled his seed in an explosion of pleasure that shook him and continued with each slapping thrust he took. Each grind was rapture, gutting him until he could barely stand.
Finally Drummond slowed, dropping Gabriella's legs to his hips, his cock now limp, but still inside her. Drummond leaned his arms over Gabriella's shoulders as he tried to catch his breath and she began to rub his biceps languidly. She was a kitten stuffed with cream, so dreamy and sated were her lovely eyes. A woman well mated by her man. And what a woman, Drummond thought. God, she was worth everything to him.
However— he was not through with her yet, Drummond decided with an arrogant grin as he gently lifted both of Gabriella's legs to one side. Curling them up onto the table, while he pressed his hips forward, keeping his partially stiff cock still inserted inside her. Gabriella gave him an endearing, questioning look.
"Again," he stated.
"Oh, amour."
It was well after midnight when Drummond finally carried Gabriella upstairs. They were both nude and he smiled, thinking there was no one to see them. He would have to remember to give his servants the night off more often. He and Gabriella were both happy and well loved. It was a night neither of them would ever forget. He had taken Gabriella on the floor, in the chair, against the wall, and several times over the table, until they were both beyond replete. As happy as he was though, he still had not forgotten their need to talk. That and the present rumble in his stomach announcing its claim that he had gone without dinner. He was therefore pleased, upon entering their bedchamber, to find food waiting in a candlelight offering before the fire.
"Did you believe that I would starve you?" Gabriella giggled as she stroked his chin. "Although, I can see that I am absolutely no judge at how long these, um – affairs could take, and our food is surely somewhat wilted."
"Affairs," Drummond murmured as he nuzzled Gabriella's cheek. "As in loving my lady until her knees are weak?"
"As in that," Gabriella agreed with a smile, while Drummond seated himself in the chair with her in his lap.
"We shall simply have to salvage, madame," Drummond advised her as he leaned forward to take a cover from one of the dishes. "And, I am so weak you shall have to feed me," he finished looking down to investigate his find. "Apricot tarts! Kitten, how did you know?" Drummond exclaimed, with a
"Drummond," Gabriella whimpered, arching her back upward as the sensation of Drummond pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside her made her pant with pleasure.
"Do it," Drummond commanded roughly again, as he pierced her fully with one powerful thrust!
"Ah! Ah!" Gabriella could barely breathe as her fingers found her feverish clit and she petted it, piling her breasts up into mounds between her arms as she stretched to reach.
"Yes," Drummond panted. "Your bare little pussy drives me wild!"
God, Gabriella was ravishing, Drummond thought ardently as he watched Gabriella's opulent breasts bouncing with each of his stabbing thrusts. He took the heels of Gabriella's feet up to his neck, holding her legs along his chest as he bent forward. He was sweating and he was on fire as he picked up the pace, pumping his jutting cock into Gabriella's contracting sheath of liquid heat that grabbed his cock back with each stroke.
Drummond turned his gaze to see his engorged shaft sliding in and out of Gabriella's tight vagina as she fingered her clit feverishly. This sight brought him so close to ejaculation that he had to strain to hold back. Waiting for his love . . . his life, to climax first as he coupled Gabriella harder and faster and she began to unravel.
"Oh god-god, Drummond!" Gabriella cried, arching up off the table, quaking.
Drummond could feel the spasm of Gabriella's orgasm clutching his enamored cock in ripples so hot and tight that it drew up his balls as his vision faded and his belly clenched. "God!" He spilled his seed in an explosion of pleasure that shook him and continued with each slapping thrust he took. Each grind was rapture, gutting him until he could barely stand.
Finally Drummond slowed, dropping Gabriella's legs to his hips, his cock now limp, but still inside her. Drummond leaned his arms over Gabriella's shoulders as he tried to catch his breath and she began to rub his biceps languidly. She was a kitten stuffed with cream, so dreamy and sated were her lovely eyes. A woman well mated by her man. And what a woman, Drummond thought. God, she was worth everything to him.
However— he was not through with her yet, Drummond decided with an arrogant grin as he gently lifted both of Gabriella's legs to one side. Curling them up onto the table, while he pressed his hips forward, keeping his partially stiff cock still inserted inside her. Gabriella gave him an endearing, questioning look.
"Again," he stated.
"Oh, amour."
It was well after midnight when Drummond finally carried Gabriella upstairs. They were both nude and he smiled, thinking there was no one to see them. He would have to remember to give his servants the night off more often. He and Gabriella were both happy and well loved. It was a night neither of them would ever forget. He had taken Gabriella on the floor, in the chair, against the wall, and several times over the table, until they were both beyond replete. As happy as he was though, he still had not forgotten their need to talk. That and the present rumble in his stomach announcing its claim that he had gone without dinner. He was therefore pleased, upon entering their bedchamber, to find food waiting in a candlelight offering before the fire.
"Did you believe that I would starve you?" Gabriella giggled as she stroked his chin. "Although, I can see that I am absolutely no judge at how long these, um – affairs could take, and our food is surely somewhat wilted."
"Affairs," Drummond murmured as he nuzzled Gabriella's cheek. "As in loving my lady until her knees are weak?"
"As in that," Gabriella agreed with a smile, while Drummond seated himself in the chair with her in his lap.
"We shall simply have to salvage, madame," Drummond advised her as he leaned forward to take a cover from one of the dishes. "And, I am so weak you shall have to feed me," he finished looking down to investigate his find. "Apricot tarts! Kitten, how did you know?" Drummond exclaimed, with a
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