Page 19 of The Lass Initiated the Laird (Explosive Highlanders 3.5)

“What—ah—” She had knelt before him.

Delicate fingers undid the flap on his breeches. The simple fantasy of her mouth on him turned all of his skin crimson.

“A lesson you will not forget in haste,” she said to his underwear.

Feminine hands pulled it down, and his rampant erection popped out proud.

From his viewpoint, he watched her wheat head right in front of his leaky member pointing at her elegant nose. When she opened her mouth wide, he thought he would die with the expectation of it.

And when those wet, hot lips wrapped around him he saw stars.

Fuck! His hand braced on the desktop to be able to bear that first torturous suckling.

She sucked him to her throat, wrapping her fingers on his stem. The move made him harder. His own throat produced a moan, his hair falling on his brows as he did not wish to lose a single view of her. One of his hands snuck inside her bodice and captured one nipple. A sound came from her that vibrated on his stretched-to-bursting-point flesh.

She had not done this to him before as they had been busy with other…lessons. Now her head bobbed back; his cock exited her mouth. She looked up from under her lashes before her tongue darted out to lick where the prepuce connected with the base of the bulbous tip, under it. That rosy tongue of hers produced unprecedented agony on the most sensitive inch of his entire body. When she engulfed him in her cavity again, he was on the verge of explosion. Combined with her mouth, her hands also glided up and down his stem.

“Bluidy hell!” he exclaimed, lamenting this would be of too little duration.

His testicles tightened as he approached the point of no return. But he saw her head retreat from his member, mouth heading on to drag on the ginger hair surrounding the base of him. The woman was going to make him wait.

The tip of him hang in the cool air, his sperm receding, putting him back in control. It did not take long for her to resume her ministrations.

Her swollen lips sucked him, her tongue licked him, her fingers glided over the length. To throw him back at the bursting point.

Quick, his staff fell from her mouth. Her eyes turned up to his. “How many petals does a Bromeliaceae have?”

“You naughty minx!” he expelled, not fooled by her diverting technique.

“Don’t remember?” she taunted, and kissed his inner thigh.

“I think my mind is in no condition of processing anything at the moment.”

“Poor him.” And got back to his erection with renewed enthusiasm.

To explore him until he was on the verge again. Only to let him go.

“Damn it, Harriet!” The agony had morphed into pure despair by now.

“What’s wrong?” she asked all innocence.

“The question is not what’s wrong, it’s what’s hard, and needy, and deprived.” He growled.

“That bad, is it?”

“You have no idea.”

The second she resumed the torture, he raked his fingers in her hair; he would not let go. Ever.

“If you stop now, I swear I’ll go insane,” he rasped, struggling with his urgency.

She did not.

But he was going insane anyway. With a terribly acute pleasure.

His spine arched, his head fell back as he moaned. Her bobbing head sped, her tongue swirled, her hands followed before he felt his seed travel to his stem. One more lick, one more suck and he fell into the abysm in such an intense orgasm, he nearly lost consciousness.

As soon as she had buttoned him up, he caught her from where she knelt and sat on an armchair by the fireplace with her on his lap. Her head rested on his shoulder, and they stayed thus for long moments.

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