Page 52 of Their Master

Smith lowered himself in the chair.

Moira shook herself and draped both his shirt and her nightgown over the valet stand before sinking down on her knees before him.

He looked completely at ease with a person at his feet, his hands resting on the arms of the chair like a pasha as he gazed down at her.

Once she’d removed his shoes and stockings, she pushed his knees apart and unbuttoned his flatteringly tented placket.

He didn’t speak, his heavy-lidded eyes tracking her every move as he lifted his hips and she pulled off both his drawers and trousers, carefully folding them and setting them on top of his shoes.

His ridiculously big cock was hard and slick and he groaned when she lowered her mouth and took him as deeply as the angle allowed.

“Mmm, you have a delicious mouth.”

His words sent ripples of pleasure through her body. As usual, he smelled and tasted clean, with only the faintest hint of musk.

“Take me deeper, darling,” he murmured, shifting his hips to accommodate her better, his fingers stroking through her short hair.

Moira took him into her throat, but still could not swallow his entire length. It must have been enough, because he gave a murmur of pleasure and his hips began to gently thrust.

Sucking him was a challenge, but the noises he made and the way his breathing hitched and stuttered was beyond erotic. She wanted to make him come apart, to hear him cry out and lose control.

Instead, he laid a hand on her jaw, stopping her before carefully withdrawing himself.

“Come up here.” He helped her to her feet and then held her hand while she placed a knee on either side of his hips.

The flaring of his pupils and the sound he made when she straddled his thighs was enough to makehervain.

“So very pretty,” he murmured, his gaze flickering from her sex to her breasts. “Kneel high,” he instructed, and then placed the fat head of his cock at her slippery, swollen entrance and eased himself inside. “God, you feel wonderful.” His hands closed around her waist and he pulled her down slowly while lifting his hips off the chair.

She whimpered at the depth of penetration, her eyelids fluttering as waves of pain-soaked pleasure swamped her.

“Eyes on me.”

Moira opened her eyes and discovered their faces were only inches apart, his pupils blazing into hers.

He flexed his hips.

Moira gasped.

“Does that hurt?” he asked, his smile wicked.

“Yes.”

“Good.” His fingers dug into her hips and he worked her with slight, but potent thrusts, barely moving. “I adore fucking you,” he murmured. “You must always tell me if I haven’t satisfied you, or if there is a way to give you more pleasure.”

Moira honestly couldn’t image that happening, but said, “Yes, Smith.”

“Now,” he said, cupping her bottom with both hands and standing, his cock still buried inside her. “I need to taste that freshly shaved pussy of yours.” He carried her to the bed and laid her across the mattress “Spread your feet and let your knees fall open.”

Once she was spread like a butterfly, he lowered himself between her thighs and sucked her swollen nub into his mouth.

She’d not exaggerated his prowess in her memories. He was every bit as attentive to her needs as he’d been before, and it wasn’t long before she was crying out and climaxing in his hot, eager mouth.

While she convulsed and shuddered, he positioned himself at her entrance, and thrust into her so hard that he drove her up the bed.

“I can’t get in you deeply enough,” he rasped, lifting her legs over his shoulders and bending her in half. “I’ve thought of nothing all evening butthis,” he forced the words through clenched teeth, stroking into her harder and faster, his thrusts becoming less controlled, his grunts louder and wilder until Moira felt his shaft begin to swell.

“Coming,” he muttered, sheathing himself to the hilt and flooding her with pulse after pulse of hot seed.

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