Changing Her Ways (Closed)

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Randy leaned down and kissed Lydia gently, and picked her up and carried her from the tabletop into the bedroom. "This was my plan all along, you know. To get you into my bed. You shouldn't trust me, I'm a wicked man."

He half-knelt so as to set her on the bed as softly as possible, and then he did kneel on the edge of it, looking down at her. "This is exactly where you belong, now. You belong to me, now, Missus Brandon."

 

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Lydia's heart tripped when Randy called her mrs Brandon. Her smile was bright as he looked up at him, hovering above her in his soft bed.

"I would think you would be the trustworthy one out of the two of us" she said breathlessly.

There was nowhere she would rather be then belonging to him, in his bed. It just felt right. And soon it would be official. She would actually be Mrs Lydia Brandon. A tingle ran through her body.

She reached up and pulled him down, kissing him deeply and passionately. "Make me yours" she whispered against his lips.

 

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Randy brushed the hair back from Lydia's eyes. "I will, in the sense that you mean," he replied, "but even that act is partly ritual, like the wedding will be, now. You are already mine, and I am already yours, in every sense that really matters. That's why I just called you my wife. You already are."

He laid atop her where she had pulled him, his chest pressing down against her bosom, his manhood hot against her hip, where that part of him had come to rest. He put a little bit more distance between them now, as he raised himself up slightly, putting his weight on his one hand and his knees. The other hand was going to be used to guide his member into her.

"The wedding ring, I've always thought, should go on the man's finger, not the woman's," he said, as he was lining himself up; he had not taken the time to light the lamp in here, so it was fairly dark. "It's all symbolic, after all, of this."

And then he pushed himself into her, long and slow. Once he had entered her to the hilt, he waited a mere second, and then began withdrawing again, not quite so slowly. As best he could, he kept his eyes on hers as he made her his own in one more way.

 

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Lydia could feel the hard length of him pressed against her hip. She gifted slightly when she felt him going to move inside of her. She knew how this worked... And hoped this time it wouldn't hurt.

When he slowly pressed his way inside of her a low moan escaped her lips. It didn't hurt. It felt amazing. He filled her so perfect, so completely. Her body stretched and moved to allow him access to her most private places.

He then began to move away from her, before pushing back in in a slow, even rhythm. Each stroke he went deeper within her body, causing her to whimper beneath him in satisfaction. The pleasure was nearly unbearable. She shifted beneath him, allowing him to go so deep that he nudged against her cervix causing her to cry out.

Already she could feel that delicious pressure building up within her again. She stared up at him with a glazed over look of passion as he stroked Into her body relentlessly.

 

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Lydia was not a virgin, but she was the closest to virginal that she could be short of that status, and she was every bit as tight as a virgin. So warm, so close, so moist, so enveloping...

Maybe it was his time as a lawman, but it washed over Randy that there was a terrible injustice here. He didn't really know exactly what age Lydia was, but she must be in her twenties. She must have gone for nearly a decade longer than most girls did without enjoying a sex life more than that once in her life. It was as if that part of her life had been stolen from her -- Randy would not let that happen to her again, for as long as he lived.

All that went through his mind as a single thought, taking almost no time, which was just as well, because he had more important things to think about right now, including, mostly, how he was making Lydia feel, and how he was feeling himself. Which was, for both of them, just about the best ever.

Every few strokes he went just a little bit faster, just a little bit harder, stronger, deeper. He was supporting himself on both hands and knees now, all four limbs, in order to make the mightiest possible effort to please his new lover, his new bride, his new wife.

 

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Lydia watched as Randy's powerful body moved overtop of her. His muscles contracted and stretched with every movement and it looked like a gorgeous well oiled machine. His hard cock pistoned in and out of her relentlessly, driving her ever closer to the orgasm she so desperately needed.

Her hands were running down his muscled back, memorizing the feel of it, her nails raked lightly down his skin. She began to move with him, rocking beneath him, meeting his every thrust with a counterthrust, allowing him to drive harder and deeper into her pliant body.

 

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They fit together perfectly. Now and again, as he felt her fingers explore his back, she would find an old scar; Randy's body was no longer perfect, after the time he had spent as a lawman. He could still move the way he did when he was a teenager, though, partly because he lived the life he did, where his activities kept him in good shape. He was glad for that now.

All his other senses, while still running, were subordinated now to that of touch, and chiefly to his penis, and to its head and its front, as they slid in and came to rest against her velvet, heated sheath and then slid smoothly back out again. Almost everything else going on with his body, he was doing by instinct, and their fucking gave him the fiercest joy of his lifetime to date. The way that she responded to him was exactly what he craved, exactly what he needed, and where before sex had been a pleasure for him, he could have forgone it, hereinafter any absence from her would be poignantly felt.

 

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As Randy continued to fuck her willing body, Lydia felt that amazing pressure building yet again. Her stomach muscles seemed to tighten up and she whimpered softly, her hands reaching up to claw at his back as she sought that illusive release.

"Randy... I'm gonna... You're gonna make me... Oh god" she screamed as suddenly the waves of pleasure rushed over her at once. Her hips bucked and her pussy contracted almost violently around his hard cock as she came hard on him, tryin to milk him of everything he was worth.

 

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Randy felt for a moment as if Lydia was trying to violently wrench his cock right off of his body, but fortunately for all involved it remained attached, its tissues so swollen with blood that he kept right on drilling into her. He was clearly doing this right, after all.

The expression on her face was hard to make out in the near darkness, but there was no doubting that Lydia had passed from bliss to ecstasy. As consumed as he was with his own sensations, being damned close to a climax himself, Randy also felt a certain pride, and a delight, at his partner's reaction. He was going to have some wounds on his back from her fingernails.

 

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Lydia moved herself as she finally relaxed again in an effort to push Randy over that edge as well. She began to press against him with his every stroke, taking him deeper and further within her body. She could feel him pulsing and throbbing within her canal.

She was so sensitive from the orgasm that she cried out loud again with his every stroke.

"Randy!" She gasped as he thrust into her so hard he struck her cervix again.

"Randy PLEASE" she cried, unsure what she was even crying out for.