Deepest Desires of a Wicked Duke(119)

God, he was going to come.

“Like having a prick of your own?” he said, lightly, though it came out sounding as if his throat was parched.

“This is much harder work than I thought. You are so tight.”

He laughed gruffly.

Then she gave a sudden squeak. “Oh—when I do that, it teases me. Right inside.”

“Then keep doing that.” He grabbed his cock as he said that. The combination of jerking his rigid prick while his ass was being reamed . . .

His cock swelled in his hand. His every muscle went rock-hard. Pleasure exploded in his brain and he saw a heavenly light.

His come shot out all over his hand.

Portia cried out. In the mirror, he saw her writhe as she came over the fake cock inside her, with the other end of it impaled in his ass.

* * *

She watched Sin flop down on the bed, gasping for breath. His eyes were half-shut, sleepy from sex. He had helped her withdraw the fake cock and take the harness off. Now he flashed a grin at her, but Portia knew he was so exhausted, so drained by his orgasm that he could barely move.

She’d done that to him. She’d made him come so hard that he’d collapsed, smiling lazily at her. He reached out his hand and she knew he wanted her to lie down with him. But she shook her head. Portia knew what she was going to do—she was going to ask him to marry her. He might refuse. She might have wounded his pride too much—she now knew he was a vulnerable man who had been hurt when young and perhaps her rejection had hurt him also, and too badly. But she was going to try.

“I’m exhausted, my love,” he said huskily, “but not too exhausted to do something very important.”

He rolled out of bed and got to his feet. “Let me get down on one knee in front of you.”

Her heart stuttered. He was going to ask her again.

He had to rest his hand on the bed to balance himself, which was utterly endearing.

Sin dropped to one knee. Portia held her breath, the word yes almost falling off her lips before he got the question out. Yes. Yes. Yes.

He leaned forward, parting her legs. The feel of his strong hands on her inner thighs got her aroused again, but she was too shocked to move. She’d thought he was going to propose. But he pressed his mouth to her cunny and licked and sucked and nuzzled her. She was squirming—his stubble teased her and she was soooo sensitive.

She was melting. Exquisite erotic tension was building and she clutched the sheets. But the saddest thought gripped her and wouldn’t let go. Of course Sin wouldn’t ask her again. She’d told him she would never marry him. Why would he even want to ask now? Why would he even want to marry her? He was celebrating life and that was all.

She would have this—one wicked night with her wicked duke—then it would all be over.

His tongue slid into her. How she loved that sensation, like being filled with silk. It was so intimate, to have him tasting her like that, more intimate than anything.

His lips closed on her clit. He sucked hard.

She closed her eyes. Stars exploded.

Oh! Oh!

Logically, she should be content. She belonged in her foundling home. The children brought joy to each day; they made her happy. She was doing good in the world. His family and friends had all thought she didn’t belong in his world—and they’d worked so hard to end the engagement. Were they right?

His tongue slicked over her clit. Portia gripped his hair, moaning and writhing beneath him.

But she loved him so. Loved him so much.

She didn’t want to lose him again.

She stroked his head, his lush, silky brown hair. His hands lifted her, cupping and squeezing her bottom. His tongue flicked over her, back and forth, exquisitely.

Then his finger dipped in the hot valley of her bottom. Teased the opening. Made slow, easy spirals. Until he finally dipped it in her anus. While he sucked her clit hard.

Oh! Inside, she wound up tight. Impossibly so and she knew the explosion of pleasure was going to happen—

He worked another finger gently beside the first in her ass and she exploded. Bouncing on the bed. “Sin! Oh, Sin!”

Her hands twined in his hair as she rode the waves of pleasure. She feared she’d pulled on his hair, but he continued to lick and suck her as she rocked underneath him, crying his name.

Then he lifted his mouth from her and arched up to kiss her. She loved tasting herself on him. So earthy. So scandalous.

“There’s something else I want to do, now that I’m down on one knee,” he said when he stopped kissing her. He held her hand delicately. “When I feared I’d lost you, I felt like my life was over. I want to be with you. For the rest of my life. You refused to marry me for duty. But the truth is, Portia, I love you. I loved you ten years ago and I’ve never stopped loving you. My life has been empty without you.”