Roy chuckled, a low, rasping sound that vibrated through his chest and against Violetta's palm. "The way you speak of my...impressive attributes, one might think you've had ample opportunity to compare and contrast with various other men, Your Grace," he said, a teasing lilt to his voice. His dark eyes glinted with a mischievous light as he gazed up at her, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
Violetta's eyes narrowed, a glint of annoyance flashing in their violet depths. In a swift, sudden motion, she grabbed Roy's earlobe between her thumb and forefinger, twisting it playfully as she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his. "Are you making fun of me, Lord Roy?" she asked, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "I should have you know, I am a respectable widow, not some wanton harlot." Despite her words, there was no real heat behind them, only a playful, flirtatious edge.
Roy's other hand came up to cover Violetta's, his fingers curling around hers as he gently loosened her grip on his ear. "I apologize, Your Grace," he said, his voice still tinged with amusement. "I meant no disrespect. I was merely stating the truth, as I see it. It's not as though you've been with a vast number of men, after all."
Violetta huffed, releasing his ear and leaning back slightly. She crossed her arms over her chest, her violet eyes flashing with a mix of indignation and something else, something hotter. "I suppose you're right," she said, her voice grudging. "I haven't...that is, I haven't been with that many men." She paused, her gaze drifting down to the prominent bulge in Roy's breeches. "But then again, your cock is...well, at the very least, better than my dead husband's." She said the last part with a hint of disdain, her nose wrinkling slightly.
Roy's smirk widened into a full-fledged grin, his teeth flashing white against the stubble on his jaw. "Well, I appreciate the compliment, since it's coming from you," he said, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "Though I must say, the bar does seem rather low, considering the magnificent beast you have before you now." Roy's voice was a low, arrogantly amused murmur as he gazed up at Violetta through hooded eyes, his smirk widening at the clear effect his words and presence had on her.
His hands gripped her hips tighter, pulling her more firmly against his straining arousal as he added, "But I am more than happy to give you a thorough, personal demonstration of just how much better I am...in every way." The heat of his breath washed over Violetta's face, his dark eyes glinting with wicked promise and unspoken desires.
Violetta's cheeks flushed a pretty pink at Roy's bold words, her violet eyes widening in surprise. "There's no need for any demonstrations," she said, her voice breathless and slightly flustered. "You've already...ahh..." She trailed off, biting her lower lip as she gazed down at him with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
Roy's smirk only widened at the sight of her blushing, his dark eyes glinting with a wicked, triumphant light. "What's the matter, Your Grace?" he teased, his voice a low, rough murmur. "Cat got your tongue?" His hands gripped her hips tighter, his fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh as he held her in place.
Violetta's eyes narrowed, a hint of her old fire sparking in their violet depths. "Who said you could move again, hmm?" she demanded, her voice sharp and demanding. "I don't recall giving you permission, Roy." Despite her words, Violetta couldn't help but gasp as she felt Roy's cock, hard and hot and insistent, pressing against her slick, sensitive folds.
Roy's eyes glinted with a wicked, arrogant light as he gazed up at Violetta's flushed and wanting face. "Forgive me, Your Grace," he said, his voice strained. "But I find myself...Unable to control myself any longer." With that, he suddenly gripped Violetta's hips and lifted her up, positioning her directly above his throbbing, aching cock. Violetta's breath caught in her throat, her nails digging into Roy's shoulders as she felt the head of his member pressing insistently against her entrance. The swollen head of his cock brushed against her slick folds, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Violetta's head fell back, a breathless moan escaping her lips as she felt the thick, hard length of him pressing insistently against her entrance.
Violetta looked down at Roy, her violet eyes flashing with indignation even as they shimmered with unbridled lust. . "Insolent," she gasped out, even as her body trembled with anticipation. "How dare you take such liberties without my express..." Her words were cut off by a sharp cry of ecstasy, by Roy's swift, forceful motion.
With a wicked, arrogant smirk playing across his handsome face, Roy slammed Violetta down onto his throbbing cock, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal, delicious thrust. Violetta's eyes flew wide open, her mouth falling into a perfect O of shock and ecstasy as Roy's thick, hard length speared into her, stretching her impossibly around his girth. "AHHH!" Violetta screamed, her back arching, her nails raking down Roy's chest as the breath was driven from her lungs by the sudden, intense penetration. She could feel every throbbing inch of Roy's magnificent cock splitting her open, reaching depths that had lain untouched and aching for so long.
Roy's hands gripped Violetta's hips with bruising force, his fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh as he held her in place, impaled on his rigid shaft. He could feel her silken walls clenching and fluttering around him, trying to adjust to his size. "Fuck, Violetta," Roy groaned, his voice a low, guttural rasp. "You're so fucking tight. So perfect." He rolled his hips, grinding his pelvis against hers, stirring his cock inside her and drawing another sharp cry from Violetta's lips.
Violetta could only cling to Roy, her fingers curling into his shirt as she struggled to catch her breath. She could feel the heat of his skin, the power and strength in his body as he held her pinned on his throbbing arousal. Her legs trembled, her thighs clenching around his waist as a fresh surge of arousal flooded her core. "Roy," she whimpered, her voice a needy, desperate keen. "It's...it's so deep. Oh God! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" She shuddered, her inner muscles rippling along his shaft as her body instinctively tried to adjust to the intense, pleasurable intrusion.
Roy grabbed Violetta's trembling thighs, his strong hands gripping the backs of them as he rose from the chair, lifting her effortlessly with him. Violetta's legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her ankles locking at the small of his back as Roy carried her towards the door, his cock still buried deep inside her fluttering sheath. Violetta's eyes were glazed with lust, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as Roy began to move towards the door, his hips rolling and thrusting with each step.
"W-where...ahh! Where are you...mmm! Taking us?" Violetta managed to gasp out between moans, her voice high and breathless. Her fingers curled into Roy's shirt, clutching at the fabric as she tried desperately to anchor herself amidst the storm of sensation crashing over her.
Roy's eyes glinted with a wicked, arrogant light as he gazed down at Violetta's flushed and wanton face. "We've made quite the mess of your study," he said, his voice strained as he continued to thrust into her, his cock driving deep and hard. "I thought it best we retire to your bedroom, where we can...continue this without interruption." His voice was a low, seductive murmur, even as his hips never ceased their relentless rhythm.
Violetta shook her head, her silver blonde hair whipping around her face as she clung to Roy's shoulders. "No," she gasped out, even as a particularly hard thrust from Roy sent a bolt of pure pleasure shooting up her spine. "No, we can't. People will...mmm! They'll hear me. They'll see me...in a man's arms. It's too...ahh! Too dangerous." Violetta's voice was high and thready, her words punctuated by breathless moans and cries as Roy's cock continued to pound into her, stoking the flames of her desire ever higher.
Roy silenced her with a searing, dominating kiss, his tongue delving deep into her mouth, muffling her cries of ecstasy. "Then you'll just have to keep your voice down," he murmured against her lips, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "And you can do that by kissing me, Violetta. Kiss me, and let your moans be lost in the heat of our passion."