Deepest Desires of a Wicked Duke(104)

His finger had gone in just a little the first time he’d made love to her from behind.

This time—

Ooooh. He teased with just his fingertip. Then he thrust a little deeper. She felt her muscles resist, but it was the most erotic feeling. The tension built and she rocked her hips. Needing more. Fear and desire were an explosive mix.

Yes, more.

Oh, was she sure?

Yes, she was.

“Please,” she whispered.

Deeper went his finger. Past tense muscle, to give her a jolt of pleasure that made her squeal.

He teased her, building pleasure with just the long, slow thrust of his finger. Her hands strayed down for the pressure in her derriere made her clit grow hard and ache. She stroked herself and he thrust with his finger. She felt rather like a virtuoso, playing with erotic skill on her body as he did the same.

“Two fingers,” he growled.

She felt suddenly more full. And loved it. How could her ass take such thickness? But it did and it was so—!

Oh!

His cock slid into her while she climaxed, while her pussy pulsed and pleasure washed through her. Having him fill her then...

Her muscles clutched at him, trying to pull him deep. Braced on his arms, he thrust into her, and she rubbed her clit lightly, and came again. Came all over him.

“I’m going to lose control—”

He shouted it. Thrust hard and fast and she was so wet that she cried, “Harder. Oh, please.”

Another climax burst, washing her with such intense pleasure she sobbed.

Then he roared. He roared loud enough to be heard on the mainland. And he came too.

He laughed roughly as she whispered, “That was so erotic. And I know we can’t have any more—”

“You want more, love? I’m happy to try.”

And he did.





22

She sucked him vigorously, holding his thick, hot cock in her mouth, savoring the taste of him. Portia was straddling his legs and her delicious Sin lay on the bed, and they’d made love for hours. For the whole day, except when the six of them had gathered for food. Sax and Rutledge had searched the island and the house for the Old Madam, but they’d found no one.

“What in hell do we do?” Sax had asked.

“A boat has to come,” Sin had growled. “What we have to do is stay alive.”

Then he’d hustled her back up to their bedchamber. Portia had wanted to know if they should do something, and Sin had said, “I will. But I want this day with you. One whole day with you.”

The way he’d said it made her nervous. She acquiesced—for now—but she intended to stop him from doing anything foolish.

After so much lovemaking, she was sucking him because she was too spent for any more.

Suddenly Sin let out of deep, painted groan. His face contorted in the agony of orgasm. His thick cock pulsed in her mouth, growing impossibly hard and huge. But nothing came out.

Did she ask anything about it? She had heard men were terribly sensitive about lovemaking. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

Lying on his back, he wrapped his arms around her and drew her to him so she was lying over his chest. Her hair was a wild tumble of curls, covering both of them like a shawl.

“I came dry,” he said huskily. “I’ve run out of seed. Climaxed too many times. God, when I do that—it’s almost agony, but its exquisite agony because it only happens when I’ve had too many orgasms and too much pleasure.”

“You should have told me. I didn’t know. Did I hurt you?”

He chuckled but winced. “You are adorable. I’m not hurt, but tired.”

“You should sleep. So your body can recover.”

He smiled at her, and it was such a tender smile, her heart lurched. She could agree to marry him and wake up like this every morning—

But without love, she knew they would not wake up like this together for long.

She heard a soft snore. Sin was already fast asleep. Eyes closed, his long, dark lashes curling against his cheeks, his lips soft and slightly parted. He looked so content and so beautiful, her heart gave a tug.

He was so exhausted he’d fallen asleep on his back, his legs slightly splayed, cock soft now and flopped along his left thigh. His right hand was outstretched toward her.

Portia knew she should snuggle against him and sleep.

But she couldn’t. She’d had many, many wonderful orgasms, but her wits were whirling. They might be safe temporarily tonight, but what would tomorrow bring?

She lay on her back, trying to will her body into sleep.

But something nagged at her. From what Sin had told her the Old Madam had been afraid, but it must have been an act. She remembered seeing the woman wringing her hands. The woman had elegant hands with many jeweled rings.

Portia looked at her hands, curled over the top of the bedspread. She did much work at the foundling home, and her hands weren’t soft and pampered.