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She pulled out his stiff, veined manhood and began to stroke and massage him in earnest, watching the changes in his expression with interest. He could not help gasping and grimacing, releasing occasional groans as his hips tilted upwards of their own volition.

He let her explore him as she pleased. It was a feeling of power, the likes of which she had never experienced. She knew she could do whatever she liked to him, and he would not stop her.

Georgiana reached over and licked his jaw. He made a sound somewhere between surprise and enjoyment, and she laughed,nipping at his neck before leaving a trail of kisses along his shoulder.

As Robert squirmed into her she felt wetness pooling at her center, and could no longer ignore her growing, undeniable need to have him deep inside of her.

“Enough,” she whispered, putting her arms around his neck, “take me.”

He groaned low, like an animal pushed to its wits’ end, before lifting her by her bottom and lowering her onto his swollen phallus.

Georgiana cried out as he filled her and stretched her tight, wet canal to its limits. She could feel her hardened nub rubbing against his taut abdomen as she rolled her hips, her groin twitching in response to the delightful friction.

“Oh, Lord…” she moaned, gripping his buttocks to pull him into her as far as he could go.

A sheen of sweat glistened across her back as she rocked on her knees and slid him in and out of her.

“Are you ready?” he rasped hoarsely in her ear, and she nodded mutely.

His powerful hands grasped her thighs. He lifted and lowered her onto his throbbing rod repeatedly, sending shockwaves throughout her body.

Their lovemaking was a blur of moans, deep kisses, slick skin, bolts of pleasure, and raging, carnal need. Every thrust awakened new parts of her she did not know existed. All she could do was hold on, cry out, and let her body run wild with desire.

All her pain, weakness, and dizziness were forgotten in the throes of her ecstasy.

He latched onto her mouth pillaging her with abandon. Sweat ran down their bodies as they came together rhythmically.

Georgiana released her hold on him, leaning backward so he could ease her down on the bed, their connected bodies moving as one.

Robert loomed over her like a colossus. Georgiana placed her legs upon his shoulders and lifted her hips. Robert seized his slick, thunderous shaft and stroked himself, moaning at the sensation, and inserted it greedily into Georgiana’s soaked, beckoning chamber.

He thrust into her relentlessly, their juices joining and running down the inside of her buttocks.

She moaned loudly, scratching at his chest in an effort to hold onto him. Her body arched and a scream escaped her as her orgasm overtook her, the contractions pounding through her like a volcanic eruption as she released a gushing stream of fluid.

Robert bucked, then froze as the spasms of his engorged member filled her with his seed.

Georgiana shook, gasped for air, and rested her forehead against his sweat-soaked chest. Her satiated body still shivered with aftershocks.

Robert rained kisses on her shoulders, arms, hands, and hair; anywhere he could reach without dislodging her.

“My God, that was incredible,” Georgiana breathed.

Robert nodded as he slowly pulled himself out of her and rolled onto his back.

“I could not agree with you more,” he said sleepily.

“I love you,” they said in unison and laughed.

CHAPTER 39

THREE YEARS LATER

“Of course, Grandmother, I shall do so first thing in the morning. Have you seen Robert?”

“Oh, I think he and Lionel are playing croquet on the lawn with some other young men.” She looked Georgiana up and down. “Are you all right? Tired?”

She opened her mouth to say no, but her calves were killing her and so was her back, and the dowager duchess was looking at her way too shrewdly. “A little.”

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