Alastair
He grabs my hair hard, pulling my head back as he stops, leaning back off the tree to show me that he can support my weight on his cock alone, and my jaw hangs open as I’m now truly impaled on it. “That’s the only stupid question you’ve ever asked me, Maisie,” he says with a devilish smile. “I could have all the world on a silver platter. I do. But none of it is worth the dust it’s all made of compared to you.”
He thrusts up, and I feel another mind-blowing orgasm wash over me, and I lean back, letting my head rest against the tree, breathing heavily.
“Well, you know what they say,” I manage, half-delirious from the passion. “Your mind doesn’t work right when you’re in love.”
He takes me by the hips and starts bucking up into me, such virility and masculinity in every motion that I lose track of what’s going on around me. I’m like fertile soil, desperate and ready to accept his seed, to take in every ounce of it. Heavy, powerful balls slap against my flesh as he pounds me, and I feel him getting harder than ever.
Finally, his mouth opens, and just as he lets out a terrifyingly powerful groan and clutches me closes to him, he explodes within me, his seed filling up my pussy in the first shot as he kisses me, moaning into it.
I feel the very essence of Lord Alastair planting within me as he comes, shot after shot, the pearly fluid running down his shaft after so many uncontrolled, wanton bursts of come inside me. I’ve never been hotter in my life. He comes until I’m truly and utterly full, and when I can take no more, he keeps coming, holding me close to him as his cock pulses and twitches its last.
Finally, there’s just us, nothing else in the world mattering around us as the cool English breeze wraps us in an embrace, unable to penetrate the warmth between us as our hearts beat together.
“You bring light to my dark heart, Maisie,” he whispers into my ear, lovingly.
“And I’m yours, Alastair,” I whisper back. “Forever.”
6
For the first time in many years, sunlight filters through all the once-closed black curtains of the manor, and I’m scurrying around the house as best as I can with a swollen belly, our baby strong and lively inside me.
After our impromptu proposal, Alastair made a proper arrangement on Christmas Eve, presenting me with the biggest diamond ring I’d ever seen in the middle of a Christmas feast with the rest of the family, including his three brothers. Tears flowed from my eyes, but I’d never been happier in my life. I hadn’t started to show then, but it wasn’t long after that the pregnancy was announced.
“What do you think of Argentina, darling?” Lord Alastair asks me in the study, pouring over a few documents as I look over his shoulder with a smile. We’ve been planning our honeymoon for days, and he just can’t seem to pin down the perfect location.
“I’m not sure, but you know, you could use a computer and join the rest of us in the 21st century!” I tease, wrapping my arms around his back. He smiles and stands up, kissing me on the forehead before rubbing my swollen belly.
“Perhaps Venice, then. You did say you wanted a gondola ride, and carnevale is coming up in February.”
I grin, my heart filled with delight. “Anywhere in the world would be a dream come true with you, love,” I say, hearing that English accent creeping up on me again. I swear, my baby’s blue blood is having an effect on me!
“Well,” he says with a laugh, “we have all the time in the world to decide where the best ‘anywhere’ in the world is, don’t we?” He hugs me, and we look out on the beautiful, sun-kissed windows onto the grounds. New staff have been hired on to join the old, and I’ve never seen any of them so happy. The gardens are alive with color and light again, and as I look out on the grounds as the soon-to-be Lady Delaney, I feel like I’ve found my rock at last.