Midge gasps when he pushes into her suddenly. She gets up on her hands and knees, gaining traction on the bed.
“I came to you because I’ve been in desperate need,” Midge breathes. “My husband can’t make me orgasm. When we fuck, he gets his pleasure but has no care for mine. He’s impatient. I’ve been longing for something other than my hands. Your uncut cock feels so good inside me, Viscount.”
Midge squirms, trying to be good and not fuck herself on his hard cock.
Jaskier gasps as well when she moves, and has to take another deep breath to keep his body in check. Fuck, she's going to kill him. Smiling like an idiot, he drops little kisses on her back while she talks, a little way to reward her for getting in position.
"Desperate is indeed the word that comes to mind. Look at you, moving on your own to silently beg for more. Squirming in anticipation. Do you have any idea what an erotic sight you make?"
Now Jaskier can bend his body over hers, driving his cock even deeper. An arm covers hers and holds her hand on the mattress, the other wraps around her body and squeezes a tit.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget what your husband is even called," he whispers in her ear as his hand pinches her nipple. "Our eyes will meet across the room at a party and you'll get wet just from the memories."
That's all the warning she gets before Jaskier starts thrusting into her, fast and hard just like he promised. The sound of his balls hitting her arse every time echoes in the room, providing the perfect lewd rhythm for their moans.
Midge rests her head on the mattress, but keeps her ass in the air.
“Oh!”
There’s a squeal and a moan as Jaskier starts to fuck her hard. One hand is covered by his, but she doesn’t try to put the other one down between her legs — yet.
“Fuck! You’re so deep… Oh it feels so good when you fuck me like that…”
Jaskier laughs in delight when she raises her arse like that, allowing him to go as deep as possible. He makes sure his body follows her arch, always keeping her covered with his skin and his sweat, his mouth by her ear so he can continue to tease her.
"Does it? I must say, this isn't very lady-like, Baroness." He stops the thrusting and guides her hand to her cunt. Just like last time, he wants her to feel how stretched she is around him. "Feel that? Open and wet. Presenting yourself to me as if you were in heat. I bet your husband has never been this deep into you, and he never will."
He then takes her hand to his mouth to lick it clean before putting it down on the mattress. After a few more kisses on her back, he starts thrusting again, just as hard and fast as before.
Midge moans needily when he moves her hand. She can feel the way that she stretches around him to take him, something that only turns her on more. She’s practically dripping for him.
“I know he won’t,” she replies. “That’s why I need you.” Midge looks up at him, a smirk on her face. “You love it when I’m unladylike. It makes your cock hard, doesn’t it?”
In this position, Jaskier is doing most of the work, but fortunately, he doesn’t seem to mind. Midge keeps her knees anchored to the bed and gives him something hard to thrust against.
It's hard to mind when she's enjoying herself so much and taking him so beautifully. She's not passively letting a bored husband just get over it, she's actively asking for it, handing a piece of herself for Jaskier to enjoy. He adores her for it, and hopes she'll know how to return the favor when the time comes.
"Mayhaps," Jaskier answers as he stops again and captures her mouth in a kiss, nibbling on her lower lip. "You're getting sassy on me. Should I allowed it? Should I enjoy your witty mouth, or should I punish you? Should I stay inside you and not move at all?"
His hand leaves her tit to return to her cunt and lets his thumb very lightly flick her clit. It's just one second, and just like that the hand is gone.
Jaskier nibbles on her ear next, buying time on purpose. "Or I could come all over your body and let your husband find you like that." The thrusts return then, more desperate than ever. The position and the roleplay are really doing it for him. "Let him see what he's missing. Show him that he'll never top this." He pinches her arse between thrusts. "I'm the best fuck you've ever had. Say it."
“Oh, you love my sassy mouth,” she replies breathlessly. “Don’t try to deny it. You love all the dirty, funny things that I have to say.” It occurs to Midge that Jaskier really does love her mouth, a part of her that has gotten her into trouble in the past. He would have her say whatever she feels, and that is worth so much to her.
Midge squirms against him when he stops moving, a little gasp leaving her mouth when he strokes her clit. Her hands scrunch the sheets into her fists as she feels her frustration rise.
“It’s true. No one will ever fuck me like this, my lord.”
"I do love the things you have to say," he replies as he stops moving again. Jaskier notices all the squirming and grins, loving every second of it. "You should say those things more often - mayhaps in parties for your family and husband to hear." The mental image of their faces is amusing as hell.
Suddenly, he pulls his body away, but he doesn't pull out - this is part of the teasing. He runs his hands up and down Midge's back, humming to help her deal with this delicious frustration. Soon his hands stay down to massage her arse, which looks amazing around his cock.
"Such a gorgeous thing you are. Look at you, giving yourself up for me." He thrusts one single time. "Wet, needy, and so bloody tight. Desperate to get thoroughly fucked." Another thrust. "To be corrupted by the local bachelor. You giggle cutely for the public in your pretty dresses, but I know the truth." And one more. "I know what you need. I know how much you like my cock - but I need you to say it. Ask me to break you, Baroness. Beg for me."
“You’re just trying to get me in trouble,” she says, smiling at him. Jaskier loves the idea of her speaking her mind and shocking people. She doesn’t tend to do it around her family as much, but sometimes, if they piss her off enough…
Jaskier’s hands on her skin are like matches lighting a flame. Every thrust earns him a little yelp from her. “Wet and tight, just for you,” she confirms. “My husband is barely inside of me long enough to enjoy it. I love how you corrupt me, Jaskier. I’ve never felt so free, so satisfied…”
Midge looks up at him cutely, batting her eyelashes. “Please fuck me,” she begs. “I need to feel you come inside me.”
"And you love it." Trouble is fun for both of them - there's a reason why they met in jail.
There are no words to describe how happy it makes him to hear so free, so satisfied. He's always prided himself on making boring lives a little better with a day of fun, and to bring this for Midge for more than that one day, to make it part of her life - it's thrilling, satisfying, and romantic. Jaskier truly wants her to embrace these feelings and shine.
He can't help but chuckle at the cutie face, quite a contrast against the absolute lewdness of the situation. Jaskier bends over again and kisses her, the grin never leaving his face.
"Hungry for my seed, are you not? Naughty, naughty girl." His arm wraps around her to reach for her tits once more. "I should spill all over the sheets so you don't forget my smell." After a short pause, he bites her shoulder - but very lightly, knowing he mustn't leave marks. "Worry not, I won't. I'm going to fill you up so good that it will be spilling down your thighs."
The thrusting returns then - hard, fast, desperate. Jaskier's body is starting to feel the frustration, too, but he absolutely loves it. There's nothing like a good fucking build-up, especially if it allows him to stay inside her longer like this. He's sweaty and trembling in pleasure, his nails digging into Midge's skin.
Panting and moaning make it harder to talk, but that doesn't mean he won't try. "Good girl... taking me so well... made for my cock..."
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“I came to you because I’ve been in desperate need,” Midge breathes. “My husband can’t make me orgasm. When we fuck, he gets his pleasure but has no care for mine. He’s impatient. I’ve been longing for something other than my hands. Your uncut cock feels so good inside me, Viscount.”
Midge squirms, trying to be good and not fuck herself on his hard cock.
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"Desperate is indeed the word that comes to mind. Look at you, moving on your own to silently beg for more. Squirming in anticipation. Do you have any idea what an erotic sight you make?"
Now Jaskier can bend his body over hers, driving his cock even deeper. An arm covers hers and holds her hand on the mattress, the other wraps around her body and squeezes a tit.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget what your husband is even called," he whispers in her ear as his hand pinches her nipple. "Our eyes will meet across the room at a party and you'll get wet just from the memories."
That's all the warning she gets before Jaskier starts thrusting into her, fast and hard just like he promised. The sound of his balls hitting her arse every time echoes in the room, providing the perfect lewd rhythm for their moans.
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“Oh!”
There’s a squeal and a moan as Jaskier starts to fuck her hard. One hand is covered by his, but she doesn’t try to put the other one down between her legs — yet.
“Fuck! You’re so deep… Oh it feels so good when you fuck me like that…”
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"Does it? I must say, this isn't very lady-like, Baroness." He stops the thrusting and guides her hand to her cunt. Just like last time, he wants her to feel how stretched she is around him. "Feel that? Open and wet. Presenting yourself to me as if you were in heat. I bet your husband has never been this deep into you, and he never will."
He then takes her hand to his mouth to lick it clean before putting it down on the mattress. After a few more kisses on her back, he starts thrusting again, just as hard and fast as before.
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“I know he won’t,” she replies. “That’s why I need you.” Midge looks up at him, a smirk on her face. “You love it when I’m unladylike. It makes your cock hard, doesn’t it?”
In this position, Jaskier is doing most of the work, but fortunately, he doesn’t seem to mind. Midge keeps her knees anchored to the bed and gives him something hard to thrust against.
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"Mayhaps," Jaskier answers as he stops again and captures her mouth in a kiss, nibbling on her lower lip. "You're getting sassy on me. Should I allowed it? Should I enjoy your witty mouth, or should I punish you? Should I stay inside you and not move at all?"
His hand leaves her tit to return to her cunt and lets his thumb very lightly flick her clit. It's just one second, and just like that the hand is gone.
Jaskier nibbles on her ear next, buying time on purpose. "Or I could come all over your body and let your husband find you like that." The thrusts return then, more desperate than ever. The position and the roleplay are really doing it for him. "Let him see what he's missing. Show him that he'll never top this." He pinches her arse between thrusts. "I'm the best fuck you've ever had. Say it."
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Midge squirms against him when he stops moving, a little gasp leaving her mouth when he strokes her clit. Her hands scrunch the sheets into her fists as she feels her frustration rise.
“It’s true. No one will ever fuck me like this, my lord.”
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Suddenly, he pulls his body away, but he doesn't pull out - this is part of the teasing. He runs his hands up and down Midge's back, humming to help her deal with this delicious frustration. Soon his hands stay down to massage her arse, which looks amazing around his cock.
"Such a gorgeous thing you are. Look at you, giving yourself up for me." He thrusts one single time. "Wet, needy, and so bloody tight. Desperate to get thoroughly fucked." Another thrust. "To be corrupted by the local bachelor. You giggle cutely for the public in your pretty dresses, but I know the truth." And one more. "I know what you need. I know how much you like my cock - but I need you to say it. Ask me to break you, Baroness. Beg for me."
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Jaskier’s hands on her skin are like matches lighting a flame. Every thrust earns him a little yelp from her. “Wet and tight, just for you,” she confirms. “My husband is barely inside of me long enough to enjoy it. I love how you corrupt me, Jaskier. I’ve never felt so free, so satisfied…”
Midge looks up at him cutely, batting her eyelashes. “Please fuck me,” she begs. “I need to feel you come inside me.”
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There are no words to describe how happy it makes him to hear so free, so satisfied. He's always prided himself on making boring lives a little better with a day of fun, and to bring this for Midge for more than that one day, to make it part of her life - it's thrilling, satisfying, and romantic. Jaskier truly wants her to embrace these feelings and shine.
He can't help but chuckle at the cutie face, quite a contrast against the absolute lewdness of the situation. Jaskier bends over again and kisses her, the grin never leaving his face.
"Hungry for my seed, are you not? Naughty, naughty girl." His arm wraps around her to reach for her tits once more. "I should spill all over the sheets so you don't forget my smell." After a short pause, he bites her shoulder - but very lightly, knowing he mustn't leave marks. "Worry not, I won't. I'm going to fill you up so good that it will be spilling down your thighs."
The thrusting returns then - hard, fast, desperate. Jaskier's body is starting to feel the frustration, too, but he absolutely loves it. There's nothing like a good fucking build-up, especially if it allows him to stay inside her longer like this. He's sweaty and trembling in pleasure, his nails digging into Midge's skin.
Panting and moaning make it harder to talk, but that doesn't mean he won't try. "Good girl... taking me so well... made for my cock..."