With the danger lurking in her life, Fancy experienced a wild need to lose herself in the fantasy Knight was offering. To surrender her worries and fears for the night. To not think about anything but the pleasure she felt in his arms.
Her knees quivered as they bent, touching the feathery cushion. She gazed up at him, and the molten approval in those grey eyes made her feel faint with wanting. He unbuttoned his jacket, his manner leisurely while her heart pounded as if she’d run for miles. His waistcoat went the way of his jacket, and he began to work on his shirt. The parting panels of linen revealed the bulging, hairy planes of his chest, the taut stack of muscle below. And below that…she swallowed.
A thick, vertical bar strained the front of his trousers.
It was good that she was kneeling for her knees went utterly weak.
He reached for his waistband, began unbuttoning the fall, his unhurried pace ratcheting up the sensual tension. The wobbly feeling spread from her knees to her center when he took out his cock. By all rights, she ought to be used to his size by now, but she’d never seen his manhood from this angle. It loomed over her, jutting from his open placket like a weighty branch, bobbing under its own weight.
He fisted himself, pumping the veined rod while her palms itched with the memory of how it felt to stroke the velvety skin over the rigid core. She wanted to touch him now, but she had a feeling that he had something else in mind.
“We’re going to work on an exercise to keep your jaw loose,” he said in a conversational tone.
An image flashed, causing a hot quickening between her thighs.
“’Ow?” Her voice sounded throaty.
“You’ll practice by taking my cock in your mouth.” He kept pumping his huge erection, teasing her with it. “Only if you want to, of course. Do you want to, sweeting? Do you want to suck your husband’s cock?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“What a good wife you are. Now open your mouth, and I’ll give you a taste.”
Shivering, she obeyed, and he brought his member to her parted lips. She saw a pearly drop leak from the slit in the tip, glossing the fat head. He laid his cock upon her tongue, and the taste of him, salt and clean male musk, spread through her like a drug. Pleasure and craving swirled in her blood.
“That feels nice,” he said thickly. “Shall we practice having you take more?”
She made a sound, muffled by the heft of his cock, but he seemed to know her answer. Steadying her head with one hand, he guided his hardness deeper into her mouth.
“Keep your jaw as relaxed as you can. That way I can get deeper.” His voice sounded hoarse as she followed his instruction. “God, yes. Just like that.”
He began to thrust slowly, taking her mouth the way he did her pussy. She moaned around his plunging thickness, her hands latching onto his cloth-covered thighs. The reminder that he was still mostly clothed heightened the depravity of what they were doing. She clenched her thighs together, feeling their slickness and her own throbbing need.
“Let go, my sweet Fancy.” His touch was gentle on her jaw, his eyes burning as he drove his prick in deeper and deeper. “I’ll take care of you. You know that, don’t you?”
“I know,” she said, her reply garbled by the fleshy pole he fed her.
He seemed to understand, his thrusts becoming harder, heavier. She had the exhilarating feeling that he was as lost in their passion as she was. She managed to relax the hinge of her jaw even more, and he groaned as he went deeper than he ever had. On his next thrust, he nudged her throat, and her eyes watered, her muscles clenching in reflex.
He withdrew, gasping, “God, Fancy, sorry…”
“Don’t stop,” she panted. “I want more. All of you Knight…the way you’ve had all of me.”
His eyes blazed with feral hunger. Then he was inside her mouth again, his big cock moving between her lips, stoking the need in her pussy. All she could taste, smell, feel was her mate.
“I’m going to spend,” he gritted out. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want to take my seed in your mouth.”
She dug her fingers into his thighs, holding on. His muscles turned to rock beneath her fingertips, his hands clenching the back of her head, his hips bucking. She heard him roar her name, then a hot, salty burst drenched her senses. His fingers dug into her scalp as he ejaculated, and she swallowed the scalding shots, taking them as her due. Tremors wracked his strapping frame, and knowing that she had caused them filled her with a heady sense of power.
Chest heaving, he pulled out, and the world spun as he hoisted her off her knees and tossed her onto the bed. She giggled as he crawled over her, then moaned when he entered her with a commanding thrust.
He was hard, throbbing, huge inside her.
“Already?” she gasped.
“For you, wife, I’m always ready,” he said in a guttural voice.
He spent the rest of the night proving his words.
