Deepest Desires of a Wicked Duke(97)

“I don’t believe that. Clarissa hinted at the kind of things you do at orgies. You told me you like dark pleasures.” She flushed. “How could just being with me be more arousing than that?”

His finger traced her lip. How she loved that. It tingled in her cunny even more than her lip. Then he arched his neck to lift up and kiss her mouth.

He lay back, grinning. “It’s true, angel. You are special. Unique. Watching you come makes me come with the force of an explosion.”

Knowing that gave her a glow of confidence she’d never had. So she ventured, “What did you mean that you hate the name Julian?”

His expression clouded. “It reminded me of things I’d rather forget. Losing you, for one.”

“But why should you reject your name over that?”

“Ah, it doesn’t matter, Portia.” He nuzzled her neck. Nibbled her earlobe. Made her giggle. And gasp.

“Make love to me on top, Miss Love.”

“On top of you!”

Sin settled his hands on her hips.

How she loved his grin—it spoke of wickedness, of wonderfully naughty fun, but of a special delight they’d shared. His eyes twinkled at her. “Sit up on me, love.”

Sit up on him? He helped her up and she scrambled up, so her bottom rested on his groin. Thick and rigid, his erect cock wedged against her cheeks.

“What do I do?”

“You take my cock inside your hot, sweet pussy, love. Then you ride me. You could also take me into your ass on top of me, but we’ll save that for next time.”

“Next time,” she echoed. The thought, the words, speared her.

Portia rose up, knees sinking in the bed. She had to press her hand on his chest to support herself. Wrapped her fingers around his hot, sticky cock, she made it stand upright. Slowly, she lowered on him—

“Oh, it rather hurts!”

His hands still rested on her hips, and he stopped her from moving down farther, from taking any more inside. Her fingers were curled around him, feeling how thick and hard he was.

“You’ll be sensitive from making love, Portia. Sore. We don’t have to do this. We can wait.”

“But I want to do this. Now I want it so much, I don’t want to stop. It’s just that you are so huge.”

“I love hearing that. You can tell me that anytime.”

Suddenly he arched up and kissed her right nipple, leaving it erect and shiny with his warm saliva. His motion pushed his erection a little farther inside her. The pain had eased, that made it twinge a little again. But despite the ache, she wanted to feel full. Desire was more intense than nerves about a little pain.

Smiling into her eyes, he stroked her clit with his thumb.

Oooh! She had to clutch his shoulders. She loved his hand there. She tensed, because sometimes it was too much, but mostly it felt so good. But it turned her to liquid inside. Made juices flow. She was so wet she could take him in deep.

Somehow she knew to go up and down on him. With a moan, she lifted her hips, then lowered on him. Until he went deep inside and her bottom smacked his bollocks.

He’d thrust in her, she was bouncing on him. Up and down, hands braced against his chest.

Sin guided her. Coaxed her to lean back, which intensified the push of his cock head against a tremendously sensitive place inside her pussy. He brought her forward until her breasts dangled over his mouth. He caught her nipples in his mouth, sucked them.

She loved looking down, seeing her breasts, full and plump, hanging over him.

“Ride me, Portia. Touch yourself. Play with your clit.”

She could, couldn’t she? Moving up and down, she shifted her hips until she found the way that teased her the most. And she got to watch Sin while she moaned with each shock of pleasure.

“Fuck me, Portia.”

Scandalous words, but exciting.

His fingers teased her, he licked her nipples, and his cock head rubbed her inner walls, rubbed a stunning place. There . . . oh! She tipped her head back.

It was so good. So good.

She rode him faster. Rising and falling, teasing herself. Her hair, tumbling free of her pins, danced wildly around them both. She was hot, sweaty. Panting.

His fingers caressed her. Then—oh!—he teased her bottom with a finger.

All the spiralling tension burst. Her hands fisted and pressed to his shoulders. She came.

She jerked on him. Writhed on him. Bit back a scream as pleasure claimed her. Then, the urge to go there again came over her. Greedily, she wanted another climax.

Lying over his body, she tried to work and wriggle herself to pleasure again. But she couldn’t quite reach it—

Until he played with her with his fingers again. Sin slid his index finger in her bottom—like a second man’s cock.

She came again, crying out beside his ear.