“Sweeting,” he said, his voice gravelly, “don’t you wish to know about the balls?”
Balls?she thought hazily.What balls?
In a quick movement, he tossed up her skirts and petticoats, pinning them to her waist with one hand. Her lungs constricted as humid air wafted against her stockinged legs, her bare thighs, kissing her dampened flesh. With his free hand, he took one of hers and brought it there, to that aching apex. She bit her lip, her cheeks burning as he pressed their joined fingers against her sex.
It was so terribly wicked—and sogood.
“Feel how wet your pussy is,” he crooned softly against her ear. “How slick and swollen it has gotten for me. Do you like being petted this way?”
Closing her eyes, she let go of shame, drifting freely into the whirlpool of sensation.
“Yes. Oh yes,” she sighed.
The blunt tip of his finger circled her entrance, dipping just inside and no further, teasing her mercilessly. “Now the balls—they’d slip in right here, and you’d feel them inside your cunny, stimulating and arousing you with every move you make.”
Thunderbolts.Her eyes popped open. “That’sbeyondwicked.”
“Aye.” His nostrils flared, and when she tried to withdraw her hand, he trapped it beneath his. Brought their joined fingers to the aching peak of her pussy. “Rub your pearl just like that, lass. Don’t stop frigging yourself while I show you the most wicked part.”
Mostwicked?
Her head was already spinning, her mind inflamed by his naughty words, by how she was shamelessly touching herself at his instruction. The familiar tension was building inside her.
“Don’t stop,” he murmured and eased his hand away.
Aroused, she obeyed and watched as he undid the fall of his trousers and freed his manhood. The sight of that huge shaft, so thick and long, made her breath hitch. It stood boldly erect, the wide head nudging past the bottom button of his waistcoat. At its base, his bollocks hung like a heavy, ripe plum nestled against a masculine nest of hair.
She couldn’t tear her gaze away as he ran his fist slowly from the root of the shaft to the tip and back again. She remembered the potent quiver of his burgeoned flesh within her grasp, the bold, wild taste of him upon her tongue, and another rush of dew slickened her circling fingers.
“Now you’ll recall that last item you pulled from the box?”
She couldn’t reply, her eyes glued to his jerking movements, the way he wrung a bead of moisture from the engorged dome of his member.
“It’s a cock—fashioned from jade. A dildo, it’s called.” His sensual words heated her ear and her insides. “And a woman uses it for pleasure.”
She felt lightheaded—as if she were nothing but a mass of sensations, all of them raw, real, and exhilarating. Tingles melded together, a swirling, humid vortex beneath her fingers.
“Not that you’ll ever have need of a dildo. You’ll have the real thing, lass. Imagine my cock inside you. Moving in and out, filling your sweet pussy,” he whispered. “How would that feel?”
Her fingers moved on her pearl, quicker and quicker. The answer puffed breathlessly from her lips. “Good. Sogood.”
“Aye, lass.” His fist moved like a piston on his cock. His biceps bulged sleekly beneath the arm of his jacket; he touched himself with a ferocity that she would not have dared, and seeing the savage motion, carried out by this proper lord, caused more moisture to trickle between her legs.
“I’ve touched inside your cunny with my fingers, my tongue. I know how sweet you are, how wet and tight,” he rasped. “I can hardly wait to put my cock inside you, lass. To feel you squeezing and milking me harder than a fist.”
Her knees wobbled as the vortex whirled faster, her control slipping.
“When you’re mine, I’ll have you day and night,” he growled in her ear. “I’ll want to be inside you at every moment, filling you up, loving you—”
It was too much. Her vision wavered as she tumbled over the edge.
He caught her against the wall, his mouth covering hers, swallowing her gasps. At the same time, she felt a scorching wet lash against her thigh. It was followed by another and another, his groans vibrating down her throat, his big body shuddering against her.
Bliss suffused her as they held onto each other, their breaths mingling, hearts pounding as one.
He lifted his head. Despite her lethargic state, the heat in his eyes caused a flutter in her belly.
“Don’t keep me waiting any longer,” he demanded huskily. “Say you’ll marry me, Violet.”
