Jack’s lips met hers in a way that expressed romance rather than passion and when Valerie broke the kiss, her face still close to his, he saw an emotion in her expression that stirred his soul.
“I missed you,” she whispered.
“I missed you, too,” he said, aware just how much he had been thinking about her while he was away.
“So,” she said, sitting back in her chair, her huge breasts bouncing as she did so. “What did your lawyer say? Did he confirm I have no chance of winning my case?”
“How on earth -?” Jack said, slightly shocked because he’d told no-one, not even Nicole, he intended to see Maître Gilet.
Valerie laughed. “The English sense of fair play. English knights have been riding to the rescue of French damsels in distress since the Crusades. You could not resist asking for his help. And was it not your Mr. Churchill you said, ‘Never, never, never, never give up’? I forget how many times he said ‘never’ but it was a lot.”
“Madame de Montravigne, you are truly a detective in the line of Maigret and, in the interests of cross-channel amity, the great Hercule Poirot. I did see him and no, you have no chance of winning.”
He knew his statement was too blunt even as he watched a sense of resignation cross Valerie’s beautiful face. But he spoke deliberately because a plan was formulating in his mind: one he would need to discuss with Nicole and put to Valerie before she left the following evening.
“However -” he said firmly and paused for a moment. “Right now what my lawyer told me does not matter. I trust you have enjoyed your lunch and are not too full because strenuous lovemaking can be bad for the heart. Fortunately, before I take you upstairs to fuck you senseless, I shall pour us both a second glass of this excellent wine to make my cock as hard as an iron bar so I can do wonderful things to your body in a variety of imaginative and depraved ways…”
“Why Monsieur Sommersby,” Valerie said, her eyes hooded with desire. “I can see my trust was misguided. You are no knight come to rescue me; you mean to ravish me. This, however,” she paused for a moment to emphasize the implied negative, “I will allow. But those delicious things you mentioned had better be truly depraved or I shall be most disappointed.”
“Madame,” Jack said with a theatrical leer, reaching his hand out for hers. “Be assured. You are about to ravished extremely thoroughly.”
*
In his bedroom there was no foreplay: Jack knew Valerie didn’t need it. She was panting with hot desire as he laid her down on the bed, their mouths intertwining; his hard-muscled chest pillowed by her soft breast flesh, his hard cock pressing into her stomach, his balls notched into the split peach of her mons. He felt the slipperiness of her cream and knew she wanted him inside her.
“Roll over,” he instructed. “On all fours.”
Valerie did as she was told and he climbed between her legs, using his knees to spread hers wide. He knelt behind her and pressed her upper body down onto the bed, her knees so wide they were practically at her shoulders. That left her gorgeous ass right in his hands and he took full advantage. He caressed her cheeks, pulling them wide, taking in the tiny pink pucker of her asshole, the gateway to his idea of heaven. He reached round and slid his fingers over the bud over her clit into her cunt. She was dripping cream down the inside of her thighs. He closed his fingers over the stiff bud of her clit, squeezing it firmly between his forefinger and thumb. Valerie bucked, pain and pleasure as strong as each other.
Jack knew she expected him to sodomize her, welcomed it. But he didn’t, he pushed the swollen head of his cock between the lips of her pussy then sank inside. She was slick, but he was so long and thick and hard she whimpered as his shaft opened her wide.
He held still, letting her feel the maximal stretch in her cervix, almost to the point of pain.
“Jack,” she whispered and he couldn’t have said if the word was protest or encouragement. Either way, he took her in one deep, impaling thrust, and held there until she was filled with him, sheathing him with her creamy cunt, his to fuck.
He lowered himself over her, tucking his elbows alongside her knees. When he got tucked in close, he reached his hands under and grasped her nipples. He held them hard, trussing her up between his grip on the stiff little buds and his cock up her pussy. “You’re going to feel my every thrust even more than usual,” he said as he tugged at her breasts and showed her at once what he meant. He pulled back and then slammed back into her. It was a hard fuck, the full length of his cock shoving into her pussy, stretching and filling her. The force of it rocked her, rocking her body up along the bed, all the time holding on to her breasts. His grip was tight and held her firmly in place, the movement causing a hard pull on her nipples.
Jack knew the stimulation to her breasts, the wicked thrust into her cunt, the powerlessness of her position, the way he controlled her, overwhelmed Valerie’s senses. She moaned, almost in panic, close to climaxing with every deep hard thrust. Jack’s face was by her ear, “You liked that, didn’t you?” he growled. He did it again, and she cried out.
“Say it, Valerie,” He fucked her again.
“Yes!”
“Again.”
“Yes! I love it. Keep doing it!”
With a groan he moved his mouth to just below her ear, kissing and licking, tasting her skin, making her pant with the closeness of his face, the pressure of his body as he started pounding into her.
Valerie cried out. Jack guessed it was too much: the hard thrusts that impaled her, filled her to capacity, his brutal grip on her nipples with the violent tugs, his mastery of her, her helpless submission.
In moments she was screaming, “Jack! Jack – please!” her orgasm so intense she whimpered, her body heaving under him in its ferocity. Every jerk and spasm of her body increased the stimulation of her creamy cunt clasping his cock, emphasizing his possession of her.
He drove her until she cried with it, until she begged for respite and he held himself over her, silent and still, so she knew his orgasm was still looming. “We’re not done, Valerie,” he said, his mouth at her ear.
He pulled out of her and lifted her forward, laying her flat. He lowered himself on top of her, making sure she knew what would happen next because his fingers circled her anus, rubbing her slippery cream over the entrance. Then his cock was at the tight opening, pressing in. With one long, slow thrust he filled her, letting out a deep groan, bringing his entire bodyweight down on top of her, his hips over her ass, his chest to her back. He took her hands, and entwining fingers, brought them up over her head.
“You’re mine, aren’t you?” he gasped, every inch of his cock gripped tight by the heat of her rectum rippling along its length. He enveloped her completely, his body wholly covering hers, grinding his cock in her bowels where it belonged.
“Yes.”
It was a whisper, but Jack heard it.
His fingers clasped hers, and he raised and lowered his hips, pounding her into the mattress as he sodomized her. Long, slow strokes that made her whimper. Deep, hard strokes full into her back passage that made her cry out. Keeping their hands entwined, he moved their fingers together and slid them under her hip until they reached her clit. Then, with each hard thrust, they masturbated her together, heightening her pleasure.
“That’s it, my love,” he said, knowing her well, knowing exactly when she would climax. And this time he joined her. A couple more hard thrusts into her ass, his hips juddering against the soft, plump pillows of her upturned asscheeks, then his orgasmic spasms echoed Valerie’s as he gradually raised his hips so his hot cum spurted first deep into her bowels and then coated the walls of her rectum ready for when he was hard and ready to begin again.
*
“Jack Sommersby, I do not believe you will ever let me leave this house or this bedroom,” Valerie said, her face turned to one side on the pillow as she lay face-down, her legs wide open so Jack could lie between them, his face buried between her buttocks. He was indulging in his favorite post-anal sex pastime: sucking his sperm from the overflowing rectum of his beautiful lover.
“Ah, my darling Madame de Montravigne, you are quite wrong,” Jack said, savoring the rich flavor of his cum and swallowing it at the same time. “I intend to take you to a chic restaurant for dinner tomorrow evening. Of course I shall have to find somewhere that also caters for the young people I have the misfortune to share my house with, so you must not wear anything provocative that exposes your beautiful breasts, your perfect pussy or your amazing ass, because it would not be seemly for me to play with your cunt or asshole under the table, making you squirm with pleasure when you should be enjoying the food and wine.”
“Jack, darling, despite your prettily worded speech I am convinced you are taking advantage of my having gone so long without a very large cock fucking my ass,” Valerie said as she reached back to pull her buttocks open a little wider to ensure there was no part of her rectum Jack’s tongue could not reach.
“That is a distinct possibility, Comtesse,” Jack said, lifting his head to grin at her. She saw it and smiled at him, sighing with the intense pleasure of being a thoroughly well-fucked woman.
“It is wonderful being here with you,” Valerie said and Jack levered himself up, moving up the bed to lie on his side behind her, his hand sliding under her arm to cup her breast, his cock nestling in the deep furrow between her soft, curvy asscheeks.
“It is wonderful having you here,” Jack said, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair and the soft perfume of her neck. He kissed her shoulder, his thumb and forefinger closing over the nipple he had been tugging earlier as he fucked her. “I did not hurt you?” he whispered.
“No, I enjoyed it. I came so hard!”
Her eyes were half-closed with desire, her lips wet and full. Jack could not resist lifting himself on one arm so his mouth could find hers, his tongue sliding between her lips.
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