The Duke Identity (Game of Dukes #1)(100)

“You’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” he said.

“So are you. I especially like this.” Her finger traced the trail of hair that bisected his abdomen, the ridges leaping beneath her touch. “It’s like an arrow pointing to my favorite part.”

“Your, er, favorite part?” He couldn’t help but grin like a fool.

“Well, after your eyes. And your mouth.” Her smile was impish. “I suppose it’s one of my favorite parts.”

“Tessa?”

“Hmm?”

“Your favorite part likes you too.”

She took his not-so-subtle hint, making a space for herself between his thighs, wrapping her fingers around his eager cock. He was so hard she had to wrench him gently from his stomach. She frigged him with both hands, his preseed lubricating her touch, and he prayed to God that he would last through her exquisite brand of torture.

She put her lips on him, and his hips bucked as she lapped at his erection. Her pink tongue worked over the fat, glossy dome, then down the veined shaft, then, Christ, over his pulsing stones. He didn’t know what was more erotic: the sensations of her hot little mouth or seeing the pleasure she took in pleasuring him. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded as she came up again.

His neck arched as she took him deep into her mouth. “Ah, that’s fine.”

Her reply was muffled by his rod, the most sensual sound he’d ever heard. She bobbed up and down, up and down, taking more and more of him. When he butted against the back of her throat, her chin brushing his taut balls, he knew it was over.

“I’m going to spend,” he grated out.

Her answer was to draw harder upon him.

He detonated with a roar, surging into her giving mouth, giving her everything that he was.

She released him with a pop that made his still-hard shaft twitch. She was panting, her lush lips wet with his seed, and hunger rushed through him. He would never have enough of this woman, never.

Clamping his hands on her slim hips, he hauled her up, heard her gasp of surprise as he planted her sex on his face. Her nectar dripped into his ready mouth, and he growled with pleasure at her abundance. She moaned as he ate her, licking her slit, sucking on her pearl. He stiffened his tongue, pushing into her tight little hole, fucking her sweetness until she came.

Before she finished, he dragged her back down his body. Pleasuring her had brought him to full arousal again. He notched his stiff cock to her entrance and yanked her down.

He held her still, savoring the perfection of their fit. Of her tight and slick around him. Of him hard and throbbing inside her. Everything as it was meant to be.

“Harry,” she gasped, “I need to move.”

“Go ahead, love. Ride me,” he said huskily.

This position was new to her, but his sprite was nothing if not game. She moved her hips, lifting up, her brows knitting…and then she sank down, her lips forming a lush “o.”

“I like this,” she breathed.

“I thought you might,” he murmured.

Soon, she found a rhythm. He kept his hands on her hips, guiding her as she rode him, as she impaled herself on his raging prick. Her pretty breasts bounced as she took him harder and harder, her wet petals kissing his abdomen, her lips chanting his name.

He surged up, capturing her nipple in his mouth. At the same time, he reached to where they were joined, his thumb finding her pearl, rubbing it as he shafted her.

“I love you, Harry,” she gasped. “Never forget it.”

“I love you, Tessa. So bloody much,” he growled.

She came with a wild cry, and he just managed to pull out, groaning as his cock wedged into the crevice of her arse. Two thrusts between those pert hills and his seed blasted from him, raining over her backside.

He closed his arms around her, their heartbeats slowing in unison.

“Tessa?” he said.

She was so quiet that, at first, he thought she might have fallen asleep. Then she lifted her head, her eyes as soft as seafoam. “Yes?”

“Do you want to know which part of you is my favorite?”

“Which one?”

He smiled slowly. “Everything, my love. Every single part.”





37





The next morning, freshly bathed and dressed (Lizzie had arrived with a change of clothes), Tessa found herself once again in the midst of the Kent family. This time the husbands were present, and they were a handsome, virile bunch. They were also openly affectionate with their ladies, a rarity in Tessa’s experience. To her great relief, the Garritys had also come, Mama and Ming with them. Though pale, Mama had returned Tessa’s fierce hug.

Ming had stood before Tessa, his head bowed. “That night, O’Toole’s men too many. Surrounded us. Master tell Ming go, get Mrs. Todd, take to safety. So I did.” His voice was gritty, his hands balling at his sides. “I left him.”

“You did what Grandpapa wanted you to do.” She’d taken one of Ming’s strong, capable hands in both of hers. “You couldn’t have saved him. Because of you, Mama is safe. We owe you much, dear friend, and we’ll be relying upon you again when we rescue Grandpapa from that villainous O’Toole.”

Emotion had burned in Ming’s eyes. With a curt nod, he’d withdrawn to the edge of the room.