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breasts undulated
with each strong thrust he took, bouncing her turgid pink nipples,
as he ogled them with spellbinding lust. She arched her spine
further, until his hands around her curving waist were the only
things anchoring her. A nimble pagan offering, arched beneath his
gaze, as her long sable hair pooled around his calves and he fucked
her hard again. She screamed ardently, riding his pumping cock like
a wild thing as she braced her hands on his ankles and humped her
hips aggressively into his pounding rhythm.
    “ Christ,” he groaned through his
teeth, trying to hold onto his unbridled woman, since she was now
fucking him like a wanton courtesan. Sweat plaster his scalp,
dripping into his eyes, as he lowered his gaze to see the root of
his cock disappearing in and out of Orèlan’s writhing pussy.
    “ Ooo , Wyndham!” she screamed in
torment and ecstasy combined. It was the call of an impassioned
lover so close to their release, but unable to capture it.
    “Come to me,” he commanded harshly,
forcefully lifting her from her spine-bending arching toward
him.
    “Wyndham, Wyndham, ” she mewled,
clutching his shoulders as he lowered his back further down the
wall behind him, until she was laying on his chest. The position
rested her clitoris with splayed labia lips over the very root hold
of his cock.
    “Now fuck me, little Spitfire. Fuck me hard,”
he ordered in a ragged base voice.
    Orèlan moved on Wyndham as he commanded with
her senses screaming for the same release he had given her earlier
with his hot mouth. She was mindless, except for the desire nipping
its talons at her so fiercely, as she rode her golden puma like a
beastly stallion coupling heavily with its mare. Up and down his
tall sweat-slicked body she rode, nipping at his chest, his
nipples, and his strong neck, spearing herself on his engorged pene
over and over. The motion rubbed her desperate sex in such a way
that she went faster, shuddering and panting in pleasure. Wyndham
grasped her wriggling buttocks with his large hands, pushing and
pulling her more rapidly over his thrusting pene, as she screamed,
scratching his shoulders. Her entire body quaked, yet the burning
fire in her sex was riding the thick base of Wyndham’s pene with
each pull and draw. “Oo, Dios! Dios! ” she wailed.
    “Come to me, baby,” Wyndham hissed fiercely.
“ Come to me!”
    Orèlan felt it then, the bursting of ecstasy
that ravished her senses, making her scream shrilly. “Wyndham!” She
could not control her legs or her body as exquisite tremors rippled
through her sex. Each hard thrusting of Wyndham inside her,
exploded the sensations a hundredfold. She heard Wyndham bellow a
deep guttural sound that only a man could make, as she felt hot
fluid rush deep into her womb. The wide fullness of Wyndham’s stout
pene throbbed inside her and she could not catch her breath as her
mind went blank.
    “ Christ,” Wyndham hissed, holding
Orèlan to his chest. She had fainted and he was still riding out
the throes of his tremendous ejaculation. It was staggering, and
he'd never experienced anything closely resembling it with a woman
before. When it finally eased, he was panting through his clenched
teeth. The pleasure had gone on for more minutes than his
passion-raped senses could count, and the one thought he had during
it all . . . was that now Orèlan was his . . . and he would
never allow her to be quit of him again. It was damn possessive,
and he knew it.
    In fact his ruthless male ego reveled in it.
He understood that he could not afford the savage base feelings of
possession right then. It would severely interfere with his efforts
to get both of them out of Valcourt alive. Yet he was helpless
against it, for one lone moment, as he held Orèlan tightly in his
embrace. Just this moment, he told himself viciously . . .
just this one moment and he would let it go until . . .
    “You are a beast, my Wyndham,” Orèlan
muttered huskily against his chest. Then