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Lost and Found [GreysmithxSaid-The-Raven]

Charlotte looked up into his eyes and cried out, nothing between them now as they laid on the bed. She cried out as he began to eat her out. She gasped and grabbed the pillow, crying into it. Her hips moved in time with his mouth. He was huge... everything about him was huge... everything about him... her mind.... she couldn't move. "Please... oh heavens..." Charlotte looked up at the ceiling and cried out. She could feel something buildling... something hot... huge.

She moved her hips and felt something hot build inside her toes, they curled and she cried out. "Please... dear god." She whimpered and sobbed softly into the pillow. Fire shot up through her spine, across her stomach and her body cramped. She climaxed and moved her hips against his tongue, whimpering. "Yes... God yes... ohhhhh Karl!" She whispered out as she came, her mind going blank. The French girl came down from her orgasm high and laid back happily basking in the warmth of her orgasm. Her mind was filled with thousands of things.... but it was warm... so warm and happy.

Charlotte had never achieved an orgasm with Pierre, and even playing with herself yielded few results worth mention... so hwo did this German officer accomplish making her feel as if she was falling apart and seeing heaven at the same time. Pushing some hair from her face, the farmer's daughter softly sighed and said, "Thank god... oh lord... I didn't know I could do that... it was amazing." Sitting up she looked down at him, hair falling around those large perky breasts.
 
He continued his ministrations, lapping and sucking at her lovely pink opening over and over, relentless in his quest to bring her to orgasm. The sound of her crying out to him was almost to much to bare, taking all of his will power not to flip her over and pound into that sweet crevice. She struggled to remain quiet, grasping onto everything around her, arching her hips further into his mouth, he loved every second of it. Finally she appeared unable to take anymore, feeling the trickle of liquid as she came, bucking her hips desperately. He raised his head, licking his lips of her flavor and wiping them with the back of his hand, she murmured to him as she sat more upright, he himself kneeling up and pulling closer to her, so that her legs rested across his muscled thighs, the only thing between them his throbbing erection.

“Well you’re most welcome, my dear. Glad to be of service” He said cheekily, grasping her chin in his fingers and bringing her in for a kiss before allowing her to speak. He was unsure of whether or not she was finished with him, and if given the chance she would throw him out of bed and out into the rain. Determined not to let this happen he pulled charlotte up onto his lap, holding her petite frame against his.

“Why don’t you reach down and guide me into that delicious slit?” He urged her, lowering his lips to wrap around her nipple once again, her pert rump held firmly in his grasp.
 
Charlotte looked into his eyes, after such a mind shattering orgasm she was exhausted and yet she had never felt so awake in her life. "God yes... yes..." She pushed her body against his and moaned, panting a bit as she took the thick cock and brought it up to her slit. "Its so big..." She stroked it up and down slowly then bit her lower lip and said, "Its huge... just like I love them..." She opened her legs and slipped her body down onto him. They joined and she felt herself tremble as she moved up and down on him. "God... yes... yes..."

She looked deep into his eyes and panted softly. He was handsome, and after one night she was sleeping with him. She pulled him down on top of her and sighed, moving her hips up against him and letting out a cry of passion as she felt him moving inside her body. Her soft curves met his muscles in a mad movement for passion. Her breasts moved gently as her body weng against his, the nipples rubbing against his chest.

Outside the lightening flashed and the thunder crashed, her arms went around his neck pulling him in for a deep kiss and she mumbled things in French, not making sense, but all the same crying out agains thim. Sweat dripped off her body and her hair was plastered to her face as she looked up at him. "You are making me think such terrible things..." She whispered out and rested her head back on the pillow, her mind felt like it was going to explode again.
 
He loved the state he had worked her up into, like a frenzied rabbit desperate for their union to continue. He groaned, biting his lip to quiet himself as her slim fingers wrapped around his length, stroking it a few times and commenting on its size, he grinned, almost sheepishly, the expression soon wiped from his face as she sunk down upon him. “Sweet… Jesus…” He murmured under his breath, eyes fluttering closed as she began to move on top of him, desperately hot and wet within. His body was at full attention, every nerve ending firing with desperation.

“Tell me if I’m to rough..” He told her softly as she pulled him down, laying her back against the sheets and resting his weight on his palms, pulling the thickness of his length squelching out of her, before pounding it back inside, groaning again as he continued the torrent of thrusts. He clenched his teeth, trying to keep the torrent of moans at bay, but her pussy clung around him so tightly… it was enough to make him crazy. “You feel amazing..” He managed to stammer out, pausing for a moment, she was working him so well, and he was determined to last until she had cum again. Pulling himself upright he rolled his hips, licking his thumb and rubbing it against the center of her pleasure, pressing the little nub as he licked his lips. “You like that?”
 
Charlotte looked into his eyes and whimpered out softly, "Yes... oh yess I love it!" She lowered her eyes and tossed her head back, his own French girl going wild under him. "Please... not there, Oh God! I will..." She felt the fire licking at her again. "Its too much... no, don't rub thaaa..." She exploded all over his fingers and cock. She squeezed the hard shaft in her body as she came. "Sweet god... Karll...." She gasped and put her head against his shoulder as she rode the cock into her orgasm. Her soft curves arched up and met him thrust for thrust. THeir bodies moved as one, touching and arching. It was like a drug... he was like a drug.

The Farmer's daughter saw heaven that night, she felt it too... dear God... he was going to keep coming for her now that he'd had a taste of her. Every night? Would he order her to come to his house to take on a couch, a bed or the floor? What had she awakened. Charlotte felt herself panic and said, "Please... no... get off me!" She was shaking as she thought of him cumming inside her to connect them together. If he put a baby in her, she would have no choice but to marry him. "Get out... get out..." She panted and pushed on his chest in fear.
 
Karl was mesmerized with the entire affair, feeling her cum, her body gripping around him like a vice, the hot liquid of her orgasm coating his fingertips. He rose them to his lips, licking off the flavor of her pleasure, letting out a low moan as she rocked her hips against him, feeling each shudder of her orgasm against his length. He was desperate for release, beginning to sink deeper inside of her, thrusting harder when she spoke, pressing her hands against him, and demanding he remove himself from her.

Karl was shocked, furrowing his brows as he stopped his ministrations, looking into the girl’s eyes confused. “Are you fucking serious?” He demanded in harsh German, but seeing the look in her eyes she seemed all too honest in her request. He growled in exasperation, pulling himself from inside of her and rising to his feet, making his way over to the crackling fireplace. Placing a hand on the mantle he quickly stroked himself to climax, a shallow moan emitting from his lips as sticky strings of white spewed forth into the flames. He breathed heavily, turning back to where she lay on the bed, he was sweaty, chest heaving and an expression of irritation on his face.

“Well then, I hope you’re happy with yourself.”
 
She looked up at him with shame in her eyes then said, "i... I did not... want a baby. You were close to cumming inside me, we can not create a child!" She slid off the bed and pulled on her clothing quickly. She cursed herself inside for falling for this. He'd had his fun, and now she was nothing more then a story to tell his comrades - how he had seduced and fucked a beautiful French girl.

She glared at him as she fled from the room, running up the stairs to her own and shutting the door quietly. She slipped to the floor and felt tears fall down her face as she mourned the loss of her morality.... or what she had left. She'd slept with a German officer... an enemy of her country. What the hell had she been thinking? And he had felt so good... so warm and amazing inside of her. Charlotte walked over to her bed and climbed into it, laying her head upon the pillow. She'd imagined he would hold her close and stroke her afterwards... not be angry at her. She'd hoped for someone tender... but that was not the case. Germans were not kind, they were demanding, manipulative and cruel.
 
He opened his mouth to react to her words, not liking the assessment that he couldn't control himself, or that he was going to lie to her, both of which were completely untrue. However she was already climbing off of the bed and getting dressed, he sighed heavily, looking at the ceiling exasperatedly as she left, hearing her door close above him. He ran his hand through his hair, debating with himself what the best course of action was. should he get dressed, leave and never return? He could still see her beautiful face in his minds eye, the expression of lust she had gifted him with making his chest feel tight.

Sighing he pulled on his trousers, peeking around the door frame and looking up the stairs, listening for a moment before padding barefoot up them, stopping outside of the door. He paused again, making sure he did not hear any movement before silently opening the door, slipping inside and closing it behind him. She was laying on the bed, he could see the streaks of tears on her face, feeling a twang of guilt move through him.

"I... I'm sorry, darling." He whispered in french, approaching the bed and kneeling beside it, resting his arms on the covers. "I didnt mean to upset you. Why dont you come back downstairs, its chilly up here." He purred, reaching out and moving a few strands of hair from her forehead tenderly with his fingertip.
 
She sat up, brown hair cascading down around her face and lips. "I can not... father can not know about tonight..." She whispered out, tears still falling. "It was my fault, I should have not let you..." She bit back a soft sob and looked into his eyes. "I am sorry... I am very sorry for having done this... I should not touch men, I should know better." She muttered something out in French and sighed, looking up into his blue eyes.

Outside the rain fell and the lightening crashed, but in this room she could hear none of that... she was too focused staring at this man who had single handily fucked her into heaven. Charlotte softly sat up and looked at him, her hair landing on her covered breasts and she said, "You should leave in the morning... I don't want anymore trouble..." She looked down in shame and then slowly turned over, her back to him. The farmer's daughter closed her eyes, hoping he would leave her in peace and not say a word to father.

It had been magical tonight... more so then she tought was possible with a German. But he had made her wish and dream for things... damn. He'd fucked her in more ways than one. Charlotte listened quietly to the sound of his breathing and movements, hoping she'd not angered him again. He terrified her when he got angry...
 
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