Page 104 of A Return of the Wicked Earl (The Shadows 1)

Annalise smiled and kissed him again. “Does it hurt?” she asked and ran a light hand over his torso.

“Not much. Only when I breathe.”

Annalise let out a muffled chuckle. “Perhaps then we shouldn’t.”

Blake grabbed her by her thighs. “Do not dare to tease me thus, wife,” he growled.

He kissed her again, deeply, while his hand traveled between her legs and played with the wet folds. He wanted to taste her, wanted to drink the evidence of her desire.

He plunged two fingers inside her warmth while his tongue dipped inside her sweet mouth. Annalise moaned as her hips started riding his fingers.

Blake couldn’t take it anymore. His cock was ready to burst from want. He withdrew his fingers and spread the wetness around her nipples. He took her by the waist, guided her higher, and took her breast into his mouth. The taste of her muddied his senses.

He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it. “I want you to sit on my cock, darling, and ride me hard.”

Annalise looked at him in worry. “I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“I might touch your chest while in the throes of passion.”

Blake grinned wolfishly. He wanted her in the throes of passion. He wanted her wild. “Turn around,” he whispered.

Annalise raised her brow. She slowly turned around and straddled his thighs, her back to him, her beautiful bum cradling his cock.

He took her in his hands and kneaded her buttocks. Annalise moaned.

“Take my cock, darling. Please. I want to be inside you.”

Annalise took him in hand and caressed his length. She lifted her hips, guided him to her center, and rubbed her wet petals over him, making him groan. Then she slowly, torturously, started descending on his cock. Her muscles gripped him tight, making him growl in frustration and delight.

“Yes, my darling. Just like that. Now move your hips,” he said as she was seated, sheathed, on his cock.

She moved, and he threw his head back in bliss. Their moans turned into one as Annalise rode his cock enthusiastically. She rubbed herself against him, increasing her rhythm and whimpering in frustration.

“Slower, my dear, don’t push yourself.”

“I don’t—I can’t—” she whimpered again.

She was too inexperienced in her desires yet. She fought for her orgasm, chased it without success.

“Shh, darling,” he whispered. “Touch yourself.”

“What?”

“Touch yourself, darling. Where you most want it. Where you’re most frustrated.”

Annalise paused for a moment, breathing heavily. Then her hand dipped between her legs, and Blake closed his eyes, imagining her fingers playing with her nub, spreading her juices around.

Annalise moaned, and her hips resumed their rhythmic movement. Her juices trickled, bathing his cock in her hot liquid.

“Yes, my darling. Touch yourself there, good.”

“Blake, I…” She broke off on a moan.

“Don’t stop, dear. Chase that feeling. Imagine my lips on your sweet, sweet cunny.”

Annalise’s hips bucked, and she gave a high-pitched moan, pulsing from the inside. Blake growled as his release filled her and his hips jolted, ramming his cock deeper inside her. She started forward and caught herself with her hand, her breathing heavy.

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