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Colin Bridgerton needed to fuck Penelope Featherington.
He had decided he could not wait any longer. He had been to the city's brothels and bedded numerous whores, but it all left him feeling wholly unsatisfied. He was convinced the only woman who could bring him to total, blissful completion was the chaste, untouched redhead across the street.
She was out in society now and he could not run the risk of her being successfully courted by any of the other men in the Ton. He needed to claim her maidenhead for himself before that could happen.
He had dreamed of her for weeks. Her luscious breasts, her plush thighs, her curvaceous belly, her sumptuous arse. He had imagined the pleasure he could take in exploring every inch of her body.
But her virgin cunt was where his mind fixated most. Thoughts of sinking into her tight, wet warmth. The desire to split her open with his cock was overwhelming.
She had always been willing: a willing ear to listen when he wanted to talk, a willing shoulder to cry on when he wanted comfort, a willing partner when he wanted to dance.
And now he needed her to provide a willing hole when he wanted to fuck. Only this time her willingness was not strictly a necessity.
He had pleasured himself so many times, imagining thrusting his thick, hard length into her tiny, untrained opening, that if he didn't turn it into a reality soon, he thought he would explode.
And the only place he wanted to explode was inside Penelope.
He knew she had always liked him, and both their families were relaxed about their friendship, not enforcing the usual societal codes of conduct upon them.
So he was sure it should not be too difficult to create an opportunity to bring his fantasy to fruition.
His chance came when she arrived to call on his sister Eloise, unescorted by her maid. Eloise had not left the house that long since, with their mother and sisters, to visit the modiste for fittings for new gowns; Anthony and Benedict were both tied up with important business in town; and Gregory was away at school.
They should be left undisturbed for a few hours at least.
Penelope had been shown into the drawing room, which is where he found her, sitting alone on one of the settees, looking pure and sweet in one of the yellow dresses her mama selected for her.
She smiled up at him as he entered the room, looking so open-hearted and welcoming that he was instantly hard.
"Good afternoon, Pen", he greeted her warmly, taking a seat right beside her, so close that their knees touched. "It is lovely to see you".
"Thank you, Colin. It is lovely to see you as well". She flushed prettily and he enjoyed watching how the pinkness spread from her face, down her chest.
He placed his fingers gently on her cheek and traced the path the colour had taken, trailing them down to the edge of her dress.
"You are blushing, Penelope", he murmured. "Does my presence make you uncomfortable?"
"No!" she exclaimed. "Not at all. It is merely that I was expecting Eloise's company rather than yours".
"I hope I am not an unwelcome replacement". He smiled, leaving his hand resting lightly on the swell of her breast, where it spilled enticingly above her gown.
She shook her head and he was pleased to feel her take a tremulous breath before she replied with a stammer, repeating herself. "N-no. N-not at all".
He brushed the pads of his fingertips across her delightfully silky skin. "Good. I should be most upset if you wished me to leave".
Her chest was rising and falling quite rapidly and the faint pinkness colouring her flesh was deepening beautifully.
She cleared her throat. "Colin, I am not sure you ought to be touching me like that".
He continued his hypnotic strokes. "But you feel so nice, Pen". He looked at her. "Do you not wish to feel nice?"
She said nothing, but bit her bottom lip nervously when he did not remove his hand.
"I can make you feel so nice", he whispered. He cupped her voluptuous breasts in his hands, pushing them up to squeeze them hard through her gown.
"Colin!" she gasped, "I really do not think-"
He quietened her lips, covering her mouth with his and pressing his tongue inside, savouring the taste of her, as he moved his hands to her back, holding her firmly against him. "Shh!" he urged. "We do not want to get into trouble, Penelope".
He slid his hands down to her buttocks, shifting her and forcing her to lie back on the settee as he pushed her beneath him. He covered her body with his own, using one hand to gather the fabric of her dress and tug it up past her knees, while the other returned to kneading her bosom.
"You are so lovely, Penelope", he murmured hotly in her ear. "You have aroused such desires in me".
He smirked at the alluring gasp that escaped her lips as his hand reached the top of her legs and slipped between, dragging his fingers through her delicate centre.
"You are so innocent", he continued. "Have you ever even touched yourself here?" He stroked back and forth, delighting in the wetness that he could feel was increasing. "Are my fingers the first to pleasure you?"
He plunged one finger inside, groaning as his cock hardened even further at her sharp inhale, desperate for his member to take the place of his digit.
"You are so wet, sweet girl", he mumbled. "So eager for me".
"No", she whimpered, lifting her hands to his chest and pressing against him futilely. "You must stop".
"Stop?" he was incredulous. "We have only just begun".
He inserted another finger, stretching her a little more, relishing the act of opening her up at his insistence. "Can you not feel how you ache for me? Long to be filled by me?"
"Filled?" Her brows furrowed in confusion.
"This hole is made to be filled, Penelope", he whispered, as he added a third finger in demonstration, prodding in and out, ignoring her hands that were trying to grab at his arm to wrench him away.
“It is too much, Colin!” she protested, as she continued trying to compel him to pull out.
He crushed her wrists into one with his other hand; she was so much smaller than he, that he easily brought them together, lifting and pinning her arms down above her head on the settee, as she squirmed helplessly beneath him.
“Hush, my sweet”, he murmured. He withdrew his fingers, smiling to himself when he felt Penelope give a little sigh of relief. He undid the buttons of his breeches, sliding them down his hips, and his smile broadened as he took hold of his rock-hard, leaking cock. Her relief would not last long.
He forced his knee between her thighs, spreading her wide so that he could settle his hips within them. He shoved her skirts up to her waist, exposing her triangle of curls to him as he glanced down and guided his tip to her entrance.
“You are made for me”, he purred. “Made to take me, as I am made to take you”.
“Take me?” She looked puzzled again for a moment, then, as she suddenly comprehended his meaning, aghast, as he began to push his hardness inside her.
She struggled against him, attempting to free her wrists, whilst simultaneously trying to close her legs to prevent him entering her any further. But he was much too large and strong. “No, Colin!” she protested, desperately. “You must not do this!”
“Oh, but I must”, he crooned as he pulled back, ignoring her yelp as he plunged into her again with more force. Then again. And again.
It only took him a few fierce thrusts to break through the tension of her maidenhead and he moaned with satisfaction as she cried out.
“God, Pen, you are so tight”, he grunted, pumping relentlessly back and forth, driving even deeper inside her velvety cunt. He needed to get every inch of himself into her. Stretch her out. Mould her completely to the shape of him.
The tops of her bosom jiggled at each intrusive stab of his cock, and Colin yanked down the front of her dress to bare her breasts entirely to him. He took one into his mouth, sucking around her taut nipple and gulping in as much of her plush flesh as he could.
He lapped and suckled and ignored her sobs as he bit down on her, preening with pride at the marks left behind by his teeth. He repeated his actions on the other breast, never once losing the momentum of his dick’s unrelenting onslaught to claim her innocence.
“Colin, please!” she choked out, tears streaming down her face.
He licked the salty drops from her cheeks and jawline before probing deeply into her mouth, tangling her tongue with his own. “Do not worry, my sweet”, he whispered, “We are not finished yet”.
He was determined that she would fully take him within her, and he continued to shove his cock ferociously inside until he finally felt her flush against him, his firm abdomen bearing down upon her soft belly. He remained buried to the hilt, persistently rocking his hips into her, their rough curls twining together where their bodies were joined.
His intensity seemed to have stolen Penelope’s voice as she lay silently accepting his invasion of her body, her eyes closed with the overwhelming passion of their union. He could feel he was nearing his climax and needed to look into her eyes when she accepted his seed.
“Open your eyes, sweet girl”, he urged, scraping her nipple roughly between his teeth.
Her lids flew open in panic at the sensation and he smiled as their gazes locked.
“Please, Colin!” she begged again, her eyes filled with tears.
“I know, my sweet”, he murmured, brushing his lips against hers. “We are nearly there”.
He could feel his cock swelling inside her with every harsh thrust and he hissed as his pleasure built. “Oh, Pen! You are squeezing me tighter! Craving me! Begging me to fill you up!”
“There cannot be anything more to fill me with”, she sobbed, as she stiffened beneath him.
But of course there was.
He felt as if her cunt was milking his cock, the glorious tingle determinedly pushing him over the edge. “Oh fu-uck!” he groaned as he finally burst in ecstasy, pouring into her, over and over, more than he could ever remember spilling in his life.
He gradually slowed, stuttering in spasms, as he attempted to prolong the rapture.
Then he kissed her hungrily, suddenly struck with the realisation that his desire for her had not been remotely extinguished by their coupling, but rather enflamed further.
“Oh my darling, Pen!” he whispered into her ear. “That was perfect!”
He released her wrists and she quickly brought her hands down to pull her dress back up and re-cover her breasts. He reluctantly withdrew his softening cock and tucked it back into his breeches, sitting up and re-fastening his buttons.
Penelope eased herself up to a seated position, wincing as she moved. She smoothed her skirts back down and touched her hands to her hair, tucking the strands that had loosened during their encounter back into place.
Colin smiled broadly as she attempted to neaten the mess he had made of her. But there was nothing she could do about her swollen lips or flushed cheeks and, as she attempted to stand, he was certain that his seed was trickling down her trembling legs.
“I will go and see your mama later”, he stated, watching as she swayed a little unsteadily on her feet. “To inform her of our engagement”.
Penelope frowned. “Engagement?”
“We have been intimate”, he explained. “We shall have to marry”. His blood raced at the thought of fucking her as often as he wished.
“That will not be necessary”, she asserted. “No-one knows what took place here today, and I shall not be telling anyone”.
It was Colin’s turn to frown now. “But suppose it is reported by Lady Whistledown? She almost certainly has servants as informants, and I am sure they are all perfectly aware of what we were doing”.
“That may be so”, she continued, “But Lady Whistledown shall never write of this”.
He scoffed. “How can you be so certain?”
“Because I am Lady Whistledown”, she declared, moving to the door, “And you, Colin Bridgerton, are never to come near me again”.
She swept from the room, leaving him momentarily dumbfounded. Then a slow smirk spread across his face as his cock sprang to life once more. He needed to think of a plan.
Colin Bridgerton needed to fuck Lady Whistledown…