Deepest Desires of a Wicked Duke(118)

He slid his hand along to the hilt of the ivory prick, then realized it was a cunning device. The other end extended into her sweet pussy and it was also shaped like a prick.

“I thought you would find this fun. I . . . I wanted to be adventurous.”

“And you got this contraption from Clarissa?”

“I wanted to show you that I can be exciting. I was shocked when she described it. Then intrigued. She said I could . . . oh, I can’t say it.” She put her hand to her mouth. Then she lifted her chin. “I will say it. In here, in this bedroom, I want to be improper with you.” Her cheeks went bright pink, and she said, “Clarissa told me I should thrust it in your bottom. That it would give you pleasure like you’ve never had before. That men are tremendously sensitive there. She said that if I . . . uh . . . fucked your . . . your ass, you would be entranced with me. Bewitched by me.”

“You were going to do that to me?” It was like being hit by lightning. He was shocked to the spot. But burning hot inside.

“I’ve shocked you, haven’t I? I was afraid of doing that. I’m no good at this—”

“You are the most enticing woman I’ve ever known.”

Curling his hand around her neck, he drew her lips to his. He’d been surprised, and his surprise had hurt her feelings. He was behaving like a damn prig. Like a prude, shocked that Portia had done this to please him.

“What do I do?” she whispered.

With his fingers, he stroked her clit. “Did she tell about lubricant?”

“She gave me a little vial of oil.”

He gave the fake cock a jiggle and she gasped as the dildo in her pussy teased her. “Why don’t you get that oil?” he asked. “I want to watch you walk with a cock sticking out from your lovely feminine figure.”

And he did, his heart hammering with arousal. She returned in moments with a little glass container. Sin opened it and drizzled oil on his fingers, then hers. He showed her how to lubricate the head and shaft of the dildo. His heart pounded faster and faster as their hands worked together, sliding along the shaft.

“Now you have to do this to my ass, love.” To show her, he caressed her rosebud anus with his oiled finger. Making her slick. His finger went inside an inch, pushing past her snug muscles.

He wondered if she would be too shocked. He was about to say he would lubricate himself, when she whispered, “I so want to do that to you.”

He moved to the bed, got on his hands and knees. He hadn’t been in a submissive position like that for a long time. And never with Portia. But this wasn’t about some game.

This was about pure intimacy.

Soft, gentle strokes down his back made him want to purr. Her fingers slid down, then caressed his ass. She groped him. “My heavens, your muscles are rock hard. So different from my rounded rump.”

“I love your ass, Portia.”

Her finger pressed between his cheeks. He tensed in anticipation. Relaxing was the key to enjoying anal pleasures, but he couldn’t help the instinctive tension. He’d been a party to too many perverse games when he’d been young. He’d learned the difference between being used for sex and savoring sex as he grew older.

He took deep breaths.

Her finger pushed slightly inside his ass. Pushing against his tight muscles.

“Oh, you’re so hot and tight!”

He groaned. Now he realized why he was tense. Not because he didn’t trust Portia, but because he was fighting for control. Playing erotic games with her had him on the brink of coming.

“You can try fucking me now. Take it slow, though, angel. My muscles are going to resist.” His voice was a hoarse rasp.

“All right. What do I do? Get on my knees behind you? The bed is soft and it makes it hard to take aim.”

He had to grin. As intense as his need for sex with Portia was, she made him smile. “Brace your hand on my back and take the cock in your hand, love,” he said. Giving her instructions had him ready to explode.

The hard tip of the fake cock pressed against his anus. His muscles were so tight she couldn’t push in. He told her to thrust—to push forward with her hand and her hips, then back off and try again. Finally, he held his cheeks apart and that opened him enough. In went her cock with a little pop.

Oh Lord.

“Thrust in me, Portia. Fuck me.”

She braced her hands on his ass cheeks—a sensation that felt good. And her hips propelled the cock deeper in him. She fucked him slowly, until he begged her to go harder and deeper. Then he caught a glimpse of them in the vanity mirror—him on hands and knees, her on her knees behind him. Her breasts bobbed with each thrust. The shaft of the cock kept disappearing inside his ass.