I joined her screams with deep groans, almost growls as I pushed inside of her soft body. Her hands finally gave way and she awkwardly let her upper body rest against the stairs, her ass still high up in the air, which gave me an even better access.
I pounded her from behind, the way I always liked it the most. I was like a mad man set loose and poor Lottie had to take it all, which I have to add, she did very well. I noticed that her head was hitting the stair now, but at that moment, I could’ve cared less.
My balls were tingling; my moment was coming and was getting ready to shoot my entire load deep inside her.
"Oh, Lottie!" I whispered for the umpteenth time, and felt my cock throbbing, spasming with my hot sperm spraying the well-oiled insides of her ass. "Lottie, Lottie, Lottie!" I repeated with each shot, finally slowing my pumping down.
I could feel my cock going limp inside her, but I wanted to keep myself in the warm place as long as I possibly could. I slumped over her body, my face cheek to cheek with hers, rubbing against her tear-stained skin.
Lottie’s screaming seized and she simply half knelt, half squatted there, crying openly now, and trembling under my weight.
As if from a great distance, I heard a knock on the door, but neither one of us budged for a few moments. I was exhausted beyond belief. I dare say the same went for Lottie.
At the persistence of knocking I finally moved and let my limp cock slip out of her ass, which was followed by a rich fart. Never seizing to amuse me, Lottie’s hand shot to her ass covering it, as if not believing that the sound just came from her. I got up, my knees and ankles popping as if I was an old man. The pain in my toe returned with a vengeance, sending throbbing discomfort all the way up my leg.
I picked up the velvet blanket that was now stained with butter and some of my spunk, which dripped out of her ass, mixed with her own blood. The assault was more brutal than I wanted it to be. I didn’t care. I wrapped myself in it and walked to the door, carefully cracking it open just an inch, preventing the intruder to see inside.
To my great relief, it was Peter, my coachman. A faithful servant, no doubt on an errand at the orders of my wife.
He nodded, ignoring my attire and I returned a nod without a word. I closed the door and walked up the stairs where I slowly dressed myself. I was too tired to bother with Lottie now and as I finally descended the stairs, she was still at the same spot where I left her, kneeling at the bottom of the stairs now, an odd image of a girl in prayer.
When I reached her, I bent down, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her face toward me. I kissed her softly on the lips, all passion that I felt a little while ago now gone, overtaken by exhaustion.
"I’ll be back." I said and she simply closed her eyes. "Read the book."
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