Page 55 of The Duke's Pet

His lips moved to her sternum and he trailed them down, sinking to his knees. He dipped into her navel then kissed lower, lower still, until his mouth was over her pubic hair.

He looked up at her, his dark eyes narrowed but glistening. “Are you ready?”

“For... what?” Her voice had come out as a squeak.

“This.” He nudged her thighs apart and kissed her patch of hair.

“I don’t... really...?”

He was going to kiss her there?

“Oh, yes, really, I am going to do this.”

He wound his fingers up her inner thigh and slicked through her folds. She ached for him; she was a furnace that needed to rage more, burn more.

“Sir...” she managed when he slipped into her entrance again.

She was damp there, she should have been embarrassed but she wasn’t. All that mattered was him building up the pressure she longed to release.

She tipped her hips forward. Inviting him to do whatever it was he was going to do with his fingertip.

He clasped her hip with his free hand, then wound his tongue through her intimate hair to her small nub of pleasure.

Oh, God. Was he? With his tongue?

She didn’t have to wonder for long, because he began to work her with the tip, rotating and pressing just the way she liked.

She stared down at him. It was a sight she never thought she’d see. A man’s face pressed between her legs, his wide shoulders, her hands in his hair.

“Oh, please...” She wasn’t even sure what she was begging for.

But the duke seemed to know, and he increased the pressure and slipped higher into her. Just as his fingers inside were stopped, trapped and it hurt a little, he stopped pushing, as if he knew that was her limit.

And then all she could think of was what he was doing with his tongue. She was tense around the plug, around him, and the full feeling doubled the pleasure that was galloping toward her.

He’s tasting me. Down there.

That thought blustered into her mind. Should she care? Maybe... but she didn’t.

She gripped him tighter, squeezed her eyes closed, and held her breath. Soon the delicious sensation of tumbling into bliss would be upon her.

Widening her stance, she groaned long and low, praying he wouldn’t stop.

She’d never felt so wild, so free yet owned. Her buttocks stung, he’d invaded her ass, her pussy and was working her special place.

“Please, oh, it’s here... I’m going to... the pleasure...”

Her fingers and toes tingled. Her breath caught in her throat. Bright lights flashed behind her eyelids.

And then it was there. The sensation of falling off a bridge, or out of a tree, into ecstasy.

She cried out, unable to hold it in, and tore at his hair. Bliss overtook her. Her pussy thudded and she was sure dampened some more. Her ass contracted, the hot stinging skin adding to the wildness of the moment.

Eventually he lifted up, but pressed the tips of his fingers over her nub. “You taste like honey.”

He stood, sliding his body up hers and his hands smoothing over her outer arms.

When his face was in front of her, he stared at her with an intensity she could believe would set her on fire all over again.

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