Wicked Surrender (Regency Sinners)(21)

Bella’s lips twitched as she held back a smile, knowing the inner battle Dante was going through. The same inner battle she had suffered the night before. But the reward of losing that battle had been worth it in the excruciating pleasure Dante had afterward bestowed upon her.

The same pleasure she now intended to give him.

She had stroked Dante in the same way she had watched Jeremy pleasuring himself, but she had not known about taking him into her mouth.

The thought of taking Dante’s cock between her lips and into the heat of her mouth, of sucking and licking the bulbous top and delving her tongue into that slit the bead of moisture had escaped from and stroking that pulsing length as she did so intensified the warmth building between her own thighs.

“You have my permission to groan and writhe if you feel so inclined.” The sound of Dante’s groans and his body’s writhing would, she hoped, give her some indication as to whether she was doing this correctly or not.

Dante’s fingers tightly gripped the edge of the seat either side of him, and he watched through slitted lids as Bella’s head lowered over the tip of his cock, her lips parting as wide as they would go as she leaned forward. He let out an aching groan, sliding farther down the seat, as the head of his cock disappeared inside the moist inferno of her mouth.

It took every effort of his will not to buck his hips off the seat as she sucked him fully to the back of her throat before moving her lips back up the length of his cock and then plunging down again.

Dante rested his head against the back of the seat, staring up at the ceiling as he fought to maintain control. Having Bella’s mouth on him, one of her hands now cupping and squeezing his sac, felt too good for him to want it to be over too soon.

He hissed as he felt the tip of her tongue delving into his slit, causing another gush of pre-cum along his shaft. It was greedily licked up by Bella’s tongue. He felt her throat tighten about him as she swallowed, the sensation so intense, he was going to come soon and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Bella was too much.

Her control of him was too much.

His surrender to her will had robbed him of all coherent thought or awareness of anything other than her.

Dante could only feel. The heady sensation of the moist softness of her lips moving up and down his cock. The heat of her tongue licking along its length and then dipping into the slit. The warmth of her hands, one encircling the base of his cock the other cupping his balls.

He was—

There was no stopping his bucking up from the seat this time, as one of Bella’s fingers first stroked along the sensitive perineum behind his balls before venturing farther back and pressing on the rosette of his ass. The mere thought of her finger penetrating him there was enough for his cum to shoot up from his balls, along the length of his shaft, before pumping into her mouth in hot, thick pulses of the release he had hungered for since last night.

Last night?

He had been waiting for this release for seven long years.



Bella felt a little shy once she was off her knees and settled on the seat opposite where Dante still lay slumped, his fingers maintaining a white-knuckled grip of the seat either side of him. His eyes were closed, his cheeks flushed, and his breathing labored. His pantaloons were still unfastened, his exposed cock semihard as it rested against his thigh. He looked thoroughly debauched.

Because he was debauched, Bella acknowledged with an inner pride. Very much so. She had brought Dante to this state. Could still feel the velvet softness of his cock as it pumped through her fingers. Taste his release in her mouth: sweet and salty, with that addictive touch of spice.

Her cheeks warmed as she realized he had opened his lids and was now looking at her. She waited for him to speak, to say something. But he only continued to look at her, saying nothing, unmoving.

Oh dear God…

“You may speak and move now,” she instructed ruefully.

Dante released his death grip on the seat as he straightened to sit upright. Bella was sorry to see him tuck his cock back inside his pantaloons before he refastened them.

She chewed on her bottom lip before speaking. “Is it always this awkward? Afterwards?”

He shrugged. “I do not feel in the least awkward.”

Neither did Bella, not really. She was just at a loss as to how they proceeded from here. Did they continue a conversation as if she had not just pleasured him by taking his cock in her mouth? Or did they discuss what had happened like two rational adults?

Although Bella could not see much that had been rational about what they had just done. Anyone could have ridden by, another carriage or someone on horseback, and one glance in the Huntley carriage window would have revealed Bella on her knees with Dante’s cock in her mouth.

“As soon as we reach my hunting lodge, I am going to lift your skirts, bend you over the back of one of the chairs in the parlor, and take you from behind.”

Or did they decide when next they would indulge in more carnal pleasure?

Most decidedly the latter, she acknowledged with an inner quiver of anticipation. “Was that a question or a statement?”

“It was a promise.” Dante crossed the carriage to sit beside her. “You failed to swallow all of my cum earlier.” His used his tongue to lick lightly across her lips, lingering in the corners.

Bella’s face was ablaze with heat. “I am unused to such…conversation.”