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She whimpered, and Adam shifted her on his lap until she straddled his thighs. He reached up and took off her mask together with her spectacles and put them away.

His hands roamed her body, tugging at the gown, and she suddenly regretted all those chiffon layers, all those beautiful patterns that covered her body.

She moved her hips, rubbing her center against his hot cock as it strained beneath the fabric of his breeches, and moaned. He kissed her again, then moved his lips down her chin, her neck, her chest. He traced his lips around the pocket watch, nipping at her skin. The tickling feeling drove her mad, causing her entire body to shift and wiggle.

He hissed, and Beatrice looked into his eyes, worried. “Did I hurt you?”

He let out a dark chuckle, before planting a demanding kiss. “No, love. I just… I want you so much.”

He dropped his head and licked the skin just above her bodice and then nipped lightly. Beatrice tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him close.

Adam’s hands moved up her torso until he hooked his fingers under the edge of his bodice and tugged. Hard.

Her breasts immediately jumped out of their silky prison, bobbing with every shaky move of the carriage. The cool air wafted around her skin, covering it with goosebumps, and turning her nipples into hard, aching tips.

Then his mouth was on her, enveloping her breast in the wet heat, his tongue stroking her sensitive tips.

Finally.

His hand was playing with her other nipple, and all Beatrice could do was throw back her head and moan. She shifted in her seat until her center rubbed against his muscled thigh, bringing her more pleasure than she’d ever dreamed. Hot liquid from inside her covered the fabric of his breeches.

He groaned, tearing his mouth off her breast and applying the same ministrations to her other breast. Beatrice started aching from the inside.

She knew what that feeling meant by now. She wanted more, so much more. She craved to have him inside her. Now.

Forever.

So, she cradled his face between her palms and brought it to her face before taking his mouth in a wet, hot kiss.

Her hands trailed his body until she encountered the falls of his breeches. She started frantically undoing his buttons, whimpering into his mouth as she did so.

“Here, let me,” he murmured, but she swatted away his hands.

“Mine,” she whispered, running her hand over the bulge inside his breeches. “This is mine.”

He looked into her eyes, his gaze sharp and heated, before a grin appeared on his lips. He nodded, before sinking his mouth into her neck and sucking hard.

“Ah!” For a moment, Beatrice forgot all thoughts. What he was doing to her was barbaric, animalistic. And she loved every moment of it.

She finally was able to free his shaft from the tight quarters of his clothes and took his hot length into her hand.

They both moaned in relief, their gazes meeting once more, dazed now, dark and hooded.

Without breaking eye contact, Beatrice proceeded to run her hand up and down his cock, watching every minute change in his facial expressions. Adam’s hand found its way to her center, and as she pumped his cock, savoring the sweet feel of his shaft, he plunged his fingers inside her.

Beatrice threw her head back with a moan.

“Hold on to me,” Adam whispered and brought her other hand to cradle his cock.

Both hands working on his long shaft, Beatrice looked into his eyes and saw the devilish spark within.

“Let’s see how good of a rider you are,” he said as he plunged his fingers into her core. “Now ride me. Ride my hand. Drown my fingers in your juices and take the pleasure you require.”

Beatrice moaned, her hips moving in rhythm with his fingers, riding him, although what she wanted to ride was his cock.

When she ran her thumb over the crown of his cock, his head fell back and Beatrice couldn’t take it anymore.

She rose on her knees, and brought his cock just beneath her center, hovering over him. And then she moved her pelvis, as she held his cock in her hand, running the tip of his shaft along her slit.