Page 136 of Their Master

“You are!” Her eyes widened and she smothered her laugh with a hand.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered.

Her pupils widened at his words and tone.

She nodded, but said, “I want you fully clothed. The first time.” She fumbled with the buttons, so he shoved her hands aside.

“I want you fully naked. Every time,” he replied, making her laugh yet again. He was generally not accounted the wittiest of men, so he appreciated her effort.

He’d seen her naked many, many times, but never with the knowledge he would soon be inside her.

He’d just lifted her chemise over her head when she slid to her knees. For a moment, he thought she’d fallen, but then he felt her hands on his placket and groaned.

“I shan’t last long,” he warned.

“I don’t care—we’ve got all day. And all night. It’s miserable weather and a perfect day to spend in bed.”

“I’ll need to work at some point—urgh!” His eyes rolled back in his head. “Hell, that feels—”

She sucked him down to the root, and he was not a small man.

Luke’s hands slid into her curls, which she had decided to keep short.

“Mmm,” he groaned, tightening his fingers, his hips bucking.

Her answering groan told him what she thought about that, so he pumped into her again, harder, earning a louder groan and writhing.

“You need a proper mouth fuck, don’t you?” The filthy words just came pouring out and he immediately stilled, waiting for the backlash—he’d heard plenty of whores, men and women both, complaining about punters who couldn’t keep their bloody hands to themselves and just enjoy a nob polishing.

But the effect of his words on her was electric, and she sucked him down to the root, choking herself with his shaft. Her shell-pink lips were stretched so thin around his prick that he looked as thick as a wine bottle.

Shewantedhis hands on her. And she wanted itrough.

“Look at me while you suck my cock,” he snapped while he rolled his hips.

Moira’s eyes turned wide and glassy at the violence of his use. Every time he pumped into her, the muscles beneath her pale skin tensed and tightened. She was slender, but strong.

She was also pregnant and he didn’t like to see her kneeling so long.

He tightened his hand in her hair and pulled her off, enjoying her angry whimper.

“Enough,” he growled when she tried to suck him back down. “Get on the bed.”

She moved with economy and grace, all the more noticeable with the bulge in her middle.

“On your back, legs spread.”

Luke stroked himself and watched with greedy glee as she obediently put herself in position.

“Please,” she said when he just stared.

He let his dark side show, sneering down at her, pumping himself with slow, menacing strokes.

“Please what?” he growled.

“Please fuck me.”

Hearing the vulgar word on her tongue had the predictable effect.

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