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I didn’t expect her to hum softly and sway toward my hips, turning her head to the side so the softness of her cheek rubbed along my cock.
Malla the Beginner, I could have died then and there.
Like a kitten looking for cuddles, Roxanna nuzzled at my cock, that clean skin and those soft lips caressing me through the wool like the good girl I’d demanded she be.
My firebrand had met my challenge head-on.
Chapter 5
Roxanna
I knew I was not thinking straight, but I didn’t care.
I should be thinking of ways to escape; to avoid Varkaan’s displeasure, his punishment…but all I could focus on was the size of that cock, only inches from my mouth, and how badly I wanted to taste it.
My breathing slowed as I turned my head so I could rub my cheek along his hardness. Some part of me wanted to grasp it, to slap it across my face. To stroke it, jerk it, until he spilled his seed across my forehead and mouth and hair.
God Almighty, just thethoughtof such perversion made me whimper with need. On my knees like a whore, I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache between them. I wanted to pull up mychemise and press my fingers into my weeping core.
“Good girl.” Varkaan’s voice had gone hoarse, and his hand fell to the back of my head again. He wasn’t holding me against him, but he didn’t have to. “Gods below, ye’re such a good girl. Ye’re sorry ye ran?”
“I am sorry,” I managed again, the movement of my lips catching his cock, making it jerk, even beneath his kilt. Unbidden, my hands went to his knees, holding onto him. “I was naughty.”
Iwasnaughty. Because at that moment, I was remembering the description ofThe Supplicant Swanin theHarlot’s Guide:
On her knees, as if in prayer, the woman bobs her head, the movement akin to a swan. She takes her lover’s member into her mouth, as deep as she can, albeit if he is well-endowed that might not be very far, and uses her tongue and hands to make him ready.
More than anything else, in that moment, I wanted to try.
My hands rose, sliding up Varkaan’s legs. I felt him shudder as my fingers reached his thighs and moved toward their junction.
Then, in one movement, I flipped up his kilt as I closed one set of fingersaround his thickness.
God’s Wounds, he was huge.
My mouth watered and I swayed toward him, his musk already thick in my nostrils. I was no virgin, but Varkaan was bigger than any male I had seen. His pale green cock was so thick I couldn’t reach all the way around.
And it was ridged.
Aye.
“Roxanna,” he growled, but I did not stop to learn if it was a warning or a plea.
I swayed forward again, my mouth opening in anticipation.
When my lips closed around him, a burst of something spicy-sweet coated my tongue, and he groaned long and low.
His cock was too big for me to get very far into my mouth, but Varkaan didn’t seem to mind. I spread my saliva along it with my fingers and palms, alternately cupping his ballocks and stroking his shaft as my tongue explored the tip of his cock.
The flavor of his skin was just delightful, and it made me insatiable. I kept stretching my mouth, trying to fitmore more more, even as my core throbbed in time. His fingers spread across the back of my head, but he didn’t push me deeper, although he could have easily fooked my face.
The realization aroused me even more.
Finally, I could wait no longer and I pulled one hand away from his cock to scramble for the hem of my chemise. I pulled it from under my knees, shifting until I could spread my legs and cup my mound.
I was so wet I whimpered.
Varkaan’s hold on me tightened. “That’s it, my wee firebrand. Stroke yerself,” he commanded. “Gods below, do ye have any idea howfooking perfectye look right now?”
