Female Novel
Chapter 103: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Nineteen
MICHAEL
“... I’m not fooled by your apparent surrender.…”
“You threatened to carry me out over your shoulder….”
I ignore the comment. “I think about some of the things you’ve seen and experienced; the very worst of
human nature. And you’ve come through it, for the most part unscathed. But I know it’s marked you.
You have nightmares sometimes, and I see your reactions when you are asked questions about your
past. And I know you scare, but you don’t let being scared stop you. You’ve got a core of solid rock….”
She is utterly silent, watching me, wide-eyed….
“…. But then, I compare you to the Charlotte I saw just now, making paper birds. And the Charlotte I
first met, that day when James had bought you only the previous day. And you had that look, the samenovelbin
one you’ve got now. James had taken your virginity the day before. You behaved like a young girl who
had just surrendered her virginity…. I wasn’t there, so I don’t know exactly how it went with the two of
you, but he was satisfied that you were the genuine article, that he was your first man; that you
behaved like a girl who’d not been naked with a man before, especially an older man…”
“Don’t you believe me?” she whispers. “After all this time, you think I was lying?”
“No, I don’t think that. Because I met you the very next day, and you were…. so sweet.…” I shake my
head. “I’m having trouble matching up Charlotte-the-Almost-a-Virgin that I first met with the Charlotte-
Been-Through-Hell that I only learned of much later. I can’t connect the two. You must have seen
assault and rape of all kinds when you were trapped in Blessingmoors, and yet, so far as I can see,
when James.... took you…. you behaved like an innocent.”
She shrugs, then stares at the ground. “Assault, beating… yes, I saw plenty of that. I was on the
receiving end of some of it. Rape? No, actually, I didn’t. As the kids began to grow up, they took them
away ….” She pauses, apparently thinking. “I’d never thought about it until you just put it that way….
but, yes, sometimes the staff would feel up some of the children, especially as the girls got older, but it
was never actual rape.……Perhaps there was an instruction on the staff? Not to touch them? Virgins
bring a higher price don’t they…?”
My stomach churns. How does she live with it? Her past?
She continues. “…and as for ‘sweet’…” She beams a smile like a ray of sunshine…. “I’m glad you
thought I was sweet. With everything that’s happened, it brought the three of us together.” Her eyes are
shining as she looks at me.
Oh, God…. When you look at me like that….
“How do you feel about an early night?”
She throws her ‘vamp eyes’ at me. “I’d love an early night…”
*****
Even with the fire burning, the bedroom is not actually cosy, but the heat of the stove percolates
through the walls from the kitchen, so it’s not bad. And there’s plenty of blankets on the bed.
“Get under the covers, quickly. Don’t get cold.” I say. She peels off her clothes with fast, economic
moves and slips between the sheets, then, lying back on the pillow, framed by her long, red hair and
one arm curved gracefully back over her head, watches me undress. Just seeing her do that gets me
going, my cock twitching to life as our eyes meet. As I unzip and step out of my jeans, she grins
broadly when she sees I am already erect for her.
I just want to push that in your mouth, Babe….
And you know it, don’t you…?
As I step towards the bed, she opens her mouth, inviting me.
And how do I say no to that?
She teases me, offering her mouth, but not taking me in. Instead, she swipes her tongue over my cock-
head, lapping away pre-cum, licking her lips and making a show of enjoying it. My breath shudders and
my balls tighten, so I stare at the ceiling for a moment, reining myself in. When I look down again, she’s
still looking up at me, all big eyes and that little-girl-lost look she uses when she wants something, or
when she’s trying to pull the wool over my eyes.
But, when she’s got her mouth around my cock, it’s hard to resist….
She slides a hand under my balls, massaging and working them, pressing on the root of my shaft. And
her mouth works up from the base, lapping and licking, working the ridge of the head, before she takes
me inside, sucking gently, working the shaft with her hands.
I could just blow off right into her mouth right now, cover her tongue and watch her swallow, spray her
face and tits with the last of it….
But I want to watch you come first, Babe….
I start to pull away. I want to work her, but she resists, mischief in her eyes as she grips my balls,
holding me to the spot. I prise her fingers off me, and she giggles. “Straddle me,” I say.
I lie down, and she swings a leg over me. “No, not like that. Over my face, and turn around.”
She gets it, swinging around, crouching over me on all fours, presenting me with her thighs and pussy
whilst, once more, wrapping her lips around my shaft
Her pussy, warm and wet, and so close to me, smells deliciously of her arousal. I love the scent of her
anyway, and here, poised just above my lips, I have her pink, wet slit to enjoy, swelling and opening
almost as I watch.
I ‘Aaahhhh’ hot breath across her pussy and lips, and she twitches, the movement transmitting through
her legs, where her thighs straddle my head.
It’s not easy to move under her, so instead, I grab her ass in both hands, rocking her back and forth a
little, just enough that my tongue can sweep both her pussy and clit in a stroke, and she wriggles and
squirms, beginning to whimper.
And I love the noises she’s making.
Parting her pussy lips with fingers, I spread her wide, opening and stretching her entrance. Planting my
mouth over her, I swipe inside her with my tongue, her juices running down hot, as she shudders and
trembles over me. Her salty, lemony-tasting, cunt pulses in my mouth, and as I release a hand to work
her clit, the heat of her washes over my face and the still-growing pungency of her arousal fills my
nostrils.
She is no longer sucking me. Instead, her head lies over my groin, her breath fluttering hot over my
thighs and balls as her whole body shivers and vibrates. Her torso and breasts pressed against me, her
heartbeat resonates through me.
She’s very liquid now, and her whimpering turns to moaning. I lick circles through her cunt, and she
spasms and jerks, her muscles trying to clench around me….
Oh God, Baby. I’m looking forward to getting my cock in here….
She’s close to coming. The tension is building in her; just a little more….
Dipping fingers into her streaming cunt, coating them with her honey, I reach up and around her, easing
one into her ass, circling inside the muscle as I do so.
She wails, and her entire body tenses, her breathing rapid and short, her heart hammering through me.
She pauses for a long second and then her cunt goes into spasm above me. I plunge in my tongue, as
deeply as I can, while she screams and howls, and her flesh pulsates around me. Pussy juices gush
into my mouth, and her thighs, hard with tension, stretch and strain around me as she rides her
orgasm.
As the moment passes, I push her upwards, rolling her from me, turning to prise her knees apart, get
between her thighs, and fill her with my erection. As I plunge in, she is still trembling in the aftermath of
orgasm, and she wails as I penetrate, spearing her.
Swinging her hips up, she wraps her legs around me, allowing me deeper entry. She takes me all the
way in and I hilt myself, full length inside her. She’s slick and ready, and fucking her is just pure
pleasure as she howls my name. Clutching at my shoulders with one hand, she locks the other into my
hair, rocking her body to match my thrusting, meeting me, our bodies colliding.
As my climax comes close, I seize her by the hips, pulling her hard to me. In the final moment, I press
my face into her shoulder, spurting my load into her in a violent orgasm that wracks my body, leaving
me shaking and panting.
I flop down onto her, my heart pounding. Kissing the side of my face, she strokes my hair, wiping away
the sweat dripping from my forehead.
Gathering myself together again, pulling my weight up onto my elbows and looking down, she lies there
in a tumble of wild hair, her face also running with perspiration, flushed with heat, her mascara
beginning to run.
She looks amazing. She looks up at me, smiling and tracing the line of my face with a finger.
…. I know what she’s going to say….
“My Golden Lover.…” she murmurs.
“Any time you want me…” I reply.