‘She’s just over there, talking with her sister. Come, gels.’ The two young ladies, both raven haired, their violet-blue eyes sparkling in the b...allroom candlelight stopped talking and turned to face them. ‘Jason, the Marquess of Fords, this is Miss Penelope Kingsley and her sister, Emma.’ Penny curtsied deeply, as he sister did the same. As she lifted her head, her unwavering gaze met his. So this was her husband-to-be. A handsome fellow, she must admit. Tall, built, his wavy blond hair was a. God, I was hard! Sod it. Quick, brutal and animalistic is the way it will have to be - being the first time I had no patience with foreplay, beyond the standard rote moves of course, and being a sexually immature teenager 'foreplay' consists of an organ-hardening wank and not much else.I sat up, grasped the hem of her dress and pushed it up past her hips - no panties! What the hell!? I stared in a stunned trance for a few moments at her mound, already glistening with her juices from my rough. That means I’d wasted precious minutes tying up a non-threat. When I got out of the hospital, I was through with being a detective. Riley was much better suited to the business than I was.“He thought you’d hit him with your fist,” Jordan laughed. “He has a tremendous amount of respect for you now.”“Well, don’t tell him otherwise, will you?” I chuckled. A true pack animal. You respect the one who is more powerful. I decked him, I’m the alpha male. How simple. “By the way, did you find out. My groans obviously stimulate John too, as I feel his thrusts take on renewed vigour, at the same time he grabs great fistfuls of my hair, which is now free of the hair clip and tumbling down my back."That's it! Pull my fuckin’ hair ya bastard ! Pull my fuckin hair and Fuck me, John !” I’m crying at him...I’ve always loved sex on the rougher side, so this is an unexpected turn up for the books, as I feel the early stages of an orgasm rise through my body.John now has me fully upright and is.