“Hold on good, Miss McLuster, or you may fall,” he hissed. He had wanted her so badly, he was tempted to take her despite her protests. To hell with her cold feet. He spread her thighs. “Sweet,” he said. He continued. “I’m not sure I was acting,” he murmured back, “taking you like that has been a fantasy of mine for a long time. He began to unbutton his robes. Arcutus placed his face between her thighs and inhaled deeply, sighing. His hands moved from her waist to her shoulders and he gripped them tightly as he began to fuck her soundly, pulling her into his stroke faster and faster, plunging into her wetness, swiveling his hips and rolling his shaft inside her, watching his cock sink in and out of her in the mirror, glistening with her plentiful juices. “Keep fighting,” she thought to herself. “Don’t look so shocked, Miss McLuster. He dropped his pants to the floor, and stepped out of them, wearing only his now familiar black silk boxers. Arcutus rode out her release, drinking her in like fine wine. I refuse to spend another
