ROMANCE: Romantic Comedy: Love in 30 Days - The Best Plans Don't Always Work! (Plus 19 FREE Books Book 13)

by Jane Keeler

  She felt the impact of his dick against her inner walls. The shaft of his dick went farther up her than she had realized one could go. She had never wanted to have sex with someone like she wanted to have sex with him.

  It felt like a thousand flowers blooming inside of her. Like the world was going to go perfectly the rest of her life. Like nothing but the sex they were having mattered.

  She began to orgasm slowly, then reached a pique. She was squeakily groaning and moaning as they did it and he could tell that she was feeling great. He reached over and grabbed her large pale tits. He felt it move with his hand and how it went from side to side. He massaged it and felt the inner parts of it move around. He bent forward as he pulsed into her and sucked on her nipple, feeling the metallic taste of her skin. He sucked on it momentarily, then stood up more straight and held her hips in his hands as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her.

  "I can feel you going so deep," she told him.

  "Can you?" he asked.

  "It feels like nothing I've ever felt before," Harper said.

  He pumped into her just as hard but faster than ever and then abruptly move her with his hands and guided her.

  He put his dick against her labia and pushed it up and down against her. He moved the head of his dick against her lips, rubbing gently then harder and faster. It was like he wanted to tease her.

  And he was. She felt delirious with the pleasure. He was also hitting her clit above her lips and that was like breathing fresh air for the first time in a long time. It was unlike anything she could describe. It was amazing.

  He then pushed his dick down with his hand and it entered her. It was halfway in at first and he pulsed there, and then he entered more fully and went in all of the way. He pushed into her for moments on end until he could tell that it wasn't making her orgasm. He wanted her to. He wanted for her to get off just as much as he was.

  He changed the position and began rhythmically pushing in and out of her and felt her swiveling her hips with his movements. She moved with him and pushed so that he went in and out of her faster and harder. She wanted to get him deep inside of her. She wanted him all of the way inside of her. And she made sure he was by moving quickly and with purpose.

  He watched as her big tits jiggled and he held one in one hand before letting go and putting his hands back to either side of her stomach, on the bed of the nobleman. He pulsed in and out of her with his hands on either side of her, watching her tits jiggle with each movement. He then sat up and with his hands on her waist, and legs spread to either side of hers. He pushed in and out of her slippery, wet pussy. Her legs splayed to the side and he held one of her hips in a hand while holding her knee with the other. He used where he held her as leverage points and was able to pump into her at a different angle than he had been finding before. The viscousness of her pussy let him glide in and out seamlessly and he pounded into it.

  "I want to feel myself go into you at every angle," he said as he lifted her leg up. He held it in his arms and slid into her in a completely new way, hitting the wall of her vaginal canal and pushing against the wall as he went in and out.

  She had a feeling the dick inside of her was pumping full of blood, fully engorged, because of how deep inside of her it was going. Elated, she wanted to grind harder against it as she began to orgasm. She felt complete rapture as she did, like everything in her life was perfect because of him. That everything would be okay because of him. The way he pushed into her as she pushed back made her delirious with exaltation and complete and utter joy.

  It made her say, "You're making me feel like nothing I've ever felt before."

  "I like to know that," he said, lowering her leg as he put his body onto hers.

  He moved his hips up and down on her and let his abs fold in on themselves as he did. He had perfectly sculpted abs and she could see the ridges of them above the area where his dick went into her. She kept looking at her perfectly shaped lips being entered and got of just on the imagery.

  She put her head back and sighed heavily, then moaned and said, "This feels amazing."

  "For you too, huh?" he asked with a smile as he looked down at what she was watching. She looked down to see his dick moving in and out of her and she gave an exhalation.

  He kept his hands above her head and gripped the ground on which they were as he rocked his dick, going deeper and into parts of her that had never been touched before.

  "I can feel you going into places no dick has ever gone into," she said.

  "I can feel it, too," he said after a gasp.

  Her lips were wet and slick and he took his dick out to massage it against her lips. She changed positions and began to put her mouth around the head of his penis. She pushed her lips down and sucked on his dick while she touched herself. She rubbed her clit and squeezed her mouth shut around his shaft. She got his head to go deeper into her throat and she squeezed her eyes shut. She took the dick as best she could, then loosened her suction on it and removed it from her mouth with her hand. She started to jack him off, moving the viscid liquid up and down his shaft. She wiped off her mouth with her other hand.

  He gasped and said, "You are really good at that."

  "I am?" she asked. "This was the first time I did that."

  "I loved it," he said.

  "Me too, "she said as she put her mouth back on his head. She sucked on it like he would suck on her nipple and thought about how dangerous it was. If they were caught, she thought, they would be done for. She would lose her job and he would get caught with a servant girl, lower than his class as a royal. It was exhilarating and thrilling to try not to get caught. She was turned on by it all even more and began to rub her clit even harder.

  She moved so that her mouth was no longer around his engorgement. She sat up and put her hand around his dick and the other on the ground, to support herself. She pointed her body towards him and pushed his dick into herself. They both rhythmically moved into and out of one another for a number of moments like that first one.

  "I want to always have sex with you," he told her.

  Harper looked at him and smiled, then said, "I want to, too. You know we will."

  "Be able to always have perfect sex like this," he said.

  "Look at you," he said. "You're so sexy. I can't believe it. And your pussy loves having me inside of you," he told her.

  Harper looked down to watch and smiled back up at him as he pumped in and out of her. She kept her hands on the ground and pushed into him as he did so to her. They moved like that for several minutes until she spoke.

  "I love having your big dick inside of me," she said.

  "What did you call it?"

  "Your big dick?" she said.

  "You have a mouth on you," he told her.

  "Do you want me to call it your cock?" she asked, getting close to his face with hers.

  "Call it that."

  "Tell you how much you like your big cock filling me up inside, making we want to orgasm?"

  "You like that?" he asked.

  "I love having your big cock push against me," she said. "Going deep inside."

  "How do you like it?"

  "Just like that," she said.

  He groaned slowly and put his hands onto her butt cheeks as they shook with the movement of her pushing against his body.

  "You feel so warm," he said as he drew in a breath.

  "I've just been getting warm at the thought of you," she said.

  She looked down at the vision of their bodies in unison and was overcome with the sight.

  She put her head back and made sure she rubbed his head against the perfect spot inside of her. He moved his body, though, so that she was about to be riding him. She grazed his dick against her labia and he felt a shiver go up his spine. He knew he could cum soon. But, he wanted to hold back, until she had gotten off completely.

  His hunger for her was deep as she pushed herself up and down on his dick. She ground into him so that her clit was rubbing
against his lower abs as it moved. His dick felt so good as it exited and entered her while she bounced atop him.

  He twirled his dick inside of her by moving it with his hand at the base of the shaft and she felt him at all angles.

  "Does it feel good?" he asked.

  "More than anything," she said, groaning as she did.

  "Yeah?" he said. "I like that."

  She could feel the awesome sensation of having her vagina filled with him and she pounded down on him in order to get him deeper and deeper, still.

  She put her feet up on both of his thighs as her leg wrapped around to either side of his hips. He moved his hand and she went all of the way down on his dick, then all the way up again, only to go down on it again. She slid against his dick with the wetness of the inner parts of her body. She pushed all of the way down one last time and pulsed up and down gently on his dick.

  Her hips loosened and she rolled from one side to another and she dipped her shoulder down to kiss him on the ear. She moved her head up and pecked him with a kiss everywhere on his neck and face. Then she moved her butt and hips up and down on him. She moved with a steady rhythm and he saw her mass of butt push up and down on top of him. He held on to he butt and squeezed them, feeling the mass of them move in his hands.

  "I want to go further inside of you," he said, pushing into her with added excitement ad fervor.

  "Oh," she said in a breath, "I know the feeling."

  "Oh yeah?" he asked.

  She nodded and he smiled, then used her butt as a leverage point while he held it to go further and further into her. She nearly stopped moving as he pulsed in and out of her. He pushed deep into her quickly and she felt like it was hitting her favorite pleasure spot. It was like nothing else she had ever felt.

  He slowed his rhythm eventually and they both pulsed into one another. They kept up moving into one another .

  "It feels like I'm having some totally new experience," she said.

  "What do you mean?"

  "With you, it's like I'm always having it for the very first time."

  "You feel like a virgin?"

  "I do," she said.

  "I like that," Luke replied.

  "I want to feel like you could get me pregnant," she said.

  "I want to get you pregnant," he whispered lowly.

  She leaned towards him and said into his ear, "Want to start a family with me?"

  "I would love to," he said back.

  "We could have some kids, do you want that?"

  "Do I?" he asked. "Uh huh. I want to get you pregnant with this cum of mine."

  "Yeah," he said as he grabbed her butt cheeks, pumped into her more than he had yet done, then finally pushed into her for the last time moments after he had started. He had slowed, then stopped completely. He had finished inside of her. As they exited, he saw hot, thick ropes of cum had exited where their genitals had met. He had never cum that much in his entire life.

  "I loved that," she said, leaning down to kiss him.

  "Me too. I love you," he said, holding her in his arms.

  They lay together on the ground, then got up promptly and moved to be able to fix their clothing and put everything in the right place. They nodded to each other with giggles on their faces.

  "We got away with it," she whispered.

  "That we did," he said ecstatically.

  "How do you think we'll keep up like this?"

  "For quite some time," Luke said.

  And keep up with it, they did. For a couple of weeks, their hiding places grew better and they were able to meet each other a few times a day. They no longer needed to meet at the market. She left to take care of her parents at night and came back every morning in a fresh, new dress. He admired the way she kept herself. He hadn't know that the tribulations of life that she and many others had faced even existed, but he had learned that they did. And he had learned that it was hard to rise above them. There was something in him that now knew he was not above anybody, not even in class. Nobody was. He knew everybody to be equals and human beings.

  "I want to take you on an adventure today," he told in the hallway from his rooms on day. "I cannot be seen with you, but meet me somewhere today."

  "Where?" she asked.

  "In the stables."

  "I can meet you there," she told him. "But, it's lower than I've ever gone."

  "It is?"

  "Yes," she said. I've never even been to the lower bottoms."

  "No?"

  "Aye," she said.

  "Then this will be an adventure indeed."

  "After dinner tonight?"

  "No, much earlier. After lunch?" he asked.

  She nodded and went back to her work after they looked about themselves then kissed. He went back to his rooms.

  His wife looked up.

  She asked, "What of that?"

  "What of it?"

  "Leaving the room when the maid comes around."

  "I want to get fresh air. Whenever she comes, it reminds me of that."

  "Then invite me on one of your walks. I am your fiancee and I want to start being treated like one."

  "I can do that, I can."

  "Then prove it to me."

  "How, my sweet?"

  "Prove it to me by spending the day doing things with me."

  "We do do things," he said.

  "Like what, read while I sew?" she asked.

  "Yes, that is one of the things."

  "That is not enough for me," she said.

  His wife, Arleen, was furious, now.

  "Tell me that you will," she said.

  "I will, I will."

  "Take me on a walk around the castle, then lunch with me and the ladies of the court."

  "Do all of that?"

  "And a carriage ride after lunch."

  "After lunch?" he asked, dumbfounded. How would he see Harper, now?

  "After lunch, yes. And for dinner we'll eat in the hall with the ladies and gentlemen of the court."

  "You know I choose not to dine with them."

  "And why is that?"

  "The pretentiousness," he told her.

  "The pretentiousness of it!" she exclaimed.

  "I would rather not do any of that," he said haughtily.

  "I would rather we not marry, then," she said.

  He breathed in heavily. His family needed this marriage. The prince needed this marriage. He didn't need it, though.

  "Is that how you feel?"

  "Yes, no," she said. "Oh, no."

  She burst into tears and walked forward. She let herself fall into his arms and he grasped her, then moved slowly towards the bed and sat them both down.

  "Are you fine, my sweet?"

  Arleen lunged into the bed and wailed, "No, not near!"

  "Not near," he said. "Well, that's no good."

  "I don't care what is good and not," she said.

  "Then you won't care that I do want to be married to you?"

  "I thought you wanting to was not up for debate," she told him.

  "No," he said, flustered, "of course not."

  "Well, if it helps, I don't mean what I said."

  "It's crazy," he said. "Not getting married."

  "Yes, and our families need this so much," she said.

  "And the Prince Regent," he reminded her.

  She nodded and said. "And the Prince Regent."

  "It secures too many things."

  "Oh, yes," she said.

  He patted her head and soon she was off the bed sitting up.

  "I have fits sometimes."

  "I didn't know," he said.

  "Yes, well that's because you're never around."

  "I am too around."

  "Always at polo," she said. She still hadn't had a clue about the way he went to the markets instead.

  "Polo," he said idly.

  "Always at polo," she repeated, "and never with me."

  "Do I always need to be around?" she asked.

  "Well, it helps."
/>   "Then I will try my best."

  "Please, do."

  "But, today, of all days?" he said pleadingly.

  "Why, what?"

  He said nothing, thinking about his plans with Harper.

  "Well?"

  "Questioning me like this. It's worse than being tortured. I bid you good day," he said.

  "Good day?"

  "Farewell to thee," he said.

  "Well, why?"

  "Because you hound me and a day spent with you is another day of being hounded after."

  Arleen was furious, "She threw her sewing kit at him and he backed away, hand up in the air.

  He grabbed his petticoat and threw on another layer over his vest and white shirt. He put tall boots on and left the room while she looked still quite infuriated.

  "I'm going to be okay," he told himself as he walked the halls. He made his way all the way to the stables quickly as he thought. He thought about the choices he had in front of him and the decisions he would have to make.

  What if the Prince Regent chose to let his family cut him off and disown him for marrying below his class, he wondered. What he would do then, he didn't know.

  When he got to the stables, the manager said to him, "Why haven't I seen you around very much lately?"

  "I, uh," he fumbled for words, "got caught up in things."

  "Well, that's always going to happen, no real way around it."

  "Truly," Luke responded.

  "Would you know any bottom dwellers?"

  "The what?"

  The manager, Ben, said, "You know, the people that live above the lower bottoms. The bottoms. Where servants and peasants live."

  "I know of one, aye," he said. "Why do you ask?"

  "I need some help around the stable and I need someone to work for me," he said.

  "I'll tell you what," Luke said nervously, "I'll tell anybody I see on my way up about your offer."

  "Thanks." Ben asked, "Playing polo?"

  "No, tacking up two horses for a ride along the hillside."

  "Sounds lovely," he said.

  "It will be," Luke said, nervous that Ben knew he was in an arranged marriage. He didn't think he did and the other people playing didn't know him at all. He was lucky and didn't want anyone noticing that he wasn't doing the normal routine of his.