All Chapters of I Want Her In MY Bed: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I pushed my tongue deeply into her mouth, kissing her ferociously. I tugged savagely at her shirt, and she lifted her arms and let me remove it. Her small breasts bounced out of it, and I sucked madly at one of her nipples, making her gasp aloud. I pushed her forcefully back against the couch, and I yanked feverishly at her panties. She lifted her ass and let me slide them off her. I tossed them aside and looked down at the faint tuft of hair that covered her mound.I placed my hands inside her thighs and pushed her legs apart, and I could see the tiny rosebud of her pussy lips. Aggressively, I tore them apart with my fingers and lowered my head, pushing my tongue deep inside her and tasting the honey-sweet flavor of her virgin juices.My tongue slipped up through her slit and across her clit, and she shivered. With ferocious lust, my tongue assaulted her, flicking wildly over her clit until she was screaming with pleasure. Her fingers tangled into my hair and pushed my head into her

PIRATE INVASIONLucy watched as Lord Swanton’s ship set sail for England. He rarely left their small island in the West Indies; the trip was long and he’d be away from the plantation for the better part of a year. But he’d received word of a death in the family, something to do with a missing inheritance, and had chartered a ship quickly. She was certainly going to miss him. Even though Lord Swanton was her guardian, he’d been like a father to her all of her life.The plantation overseer, Mr. Suggs, had come to her later in the day, wanting to go over some problem with the accounts. She’d handled the affairs in Lord Swanton’s absence before and followed Suggs down to the plantation office. The walk was pleasant, the ocean breeze cool and a light drift of clouds covered the brilliant sun. She’d taken only a light shawl to cover her shoulders, her summer dress billowing behind her in the breeze.Suggs ushered her into the small office, moving nervously behind her as she sat in a wooden

Then he lifted her into the small boat, sitting her on his lap as the other men clambered aboard. They rowed out to the larger ship, Robbie’s hand never leaving her tit, kneading and squeezing her, his face buried in her neck, licking and kissing her as he held her imprisoned against him. She could feel the rising swell of his erection as he shifted her on his lap. She remembered the man’s words, that she wasn’t to be deflowered, but she knew there were many other things a group of pirates could do to her that didn’t include that.Once on the board, she was under the eyes of dozens of men, many looking as if they hadn’t seen a woman in months. There were catcalls, hoots, and yells, several men, grabbing their crotches, and making other suggestive gestures as she was bustled past. Hands reached for her, fingers groping her breasts, pinching her skin and nipples, slapping at her bare ass. Blackie pushedbulpushed bull-bullied as he led her across the deck to a door in the stern, pushing

He continued without waiting for an answer. “The entire estate would pass to Swanton’s nephew Charles, who is still in England, and who is, I believe, only seven at the moment. He is the closest male heir to the Swanton land and money.”Lucy listened in disbelief. “You’re speaking utter nonsense. How do you know all this? And what interest is it of yours?”“I know this because I am the rightful heir to The Peaks, to the plantation Lord Swanton built. I am the heir because I am Swanton’s son.”Robert’s eyes were blazing. Lucy watched as he paced back and forth, the room suddenly too small to contain his anger.“Your Lord Swanton married my mother, sired me, and then promptly left with her money. She died, alone and penniless, leaving me with no choice but a life in the streets, fending for myself. My father never came to find me.” Robert took a deep breath. “The money he took he used to build The Peaks.”“You were foisted upon him by his family. You’d been passed around from relative t

Epilogue - Three months later.Bright moonlight spilled over the polished wood of the bedroom floor, the curtains at the open door billowing into the room on the warm night breeze.“Oh, god, Lucy!” Robert’s voice was low, rough with passion. “Ah…fuck…” his words were lost in incoherent cries as he thrust himself into Lucy’s soft mouth, his fingers wound through her auburn hair. He pulled his hard cock from her mouth, Lucy’s hands instantly flying up to grab his thick shaft, stroking his wet cock, holding the head against her lips, her tongue darting out, teasing the slit at the end.Still holding his cock, reached up, stroking his balls. With a loud cry, Robert shot a creamy stream over Lucy’s face. She opened her mouth, holding his cock to catch the continuing spurts. Robert’s hips flexed forward, his body jerking as he continued crying out, spraying his hot load into Lucy’s mouth.Lucy looked up at Robert, still holding his cock, licking the last dribbles from the end. She held his