Wicked Temptation (Regency Sinners 6)(31)

“Suck them.”

He gave her a startled glance.

“Suck them,” she repeated determinedly, her hands moving to cup those twin orbs in offering. “Now.”

It was similar to the way Titus had once instructed Pru to suck his cock. Temptingly, undeniably so.

Too much temptation after days and nights of not even setting eyes upon the woman he desired above all others.

Seated as he was, Titus had only to lower his head to draw one of those ripe berries into his mouth and suckle, hard. First one and then the other; he could not have been any greedier if he had been a babe suckling the milk from its mother’s breasts.

Pru’s groans of pleasure only spurred him on to further intimacies. He continued to suckle her breasts while moving one of his hands beneath the skirt of her gown, fingers caressing up the length of her thigh to find her pussy bare. Titus pulled back at the discovery she wore no drawers beneath her gown.

“Do not stop.” Pru thrust her breasts forward, the nipples now elongated and a deep red from being sucked on so greedily. “I do not want you to stop, Titus,” she pleaded, parting her thighs wider to allow his hand easier access.

This woman, his Pru, would be the death of him. She was the death of his willpower and control as Titus lifted her so she sat on the edge of the desk, scattering the reports he had been reading as he threw up her skirts and bared her pussy to his avid gaze.

Her nether lips, delicate as a deep red flower in bloom, surrounded the wetness of the entrance to her pussy. Above those delicate rose petals, her nubbin stood proud and firm as it protruded from amongst her golden curls, begging for the attention of his mouth and fingers. The insidious aroma of her arousal curled about and captured all his senses, until there was only Pru and the lush pussy in front of him.

He glanced up at her. “I want to put my mouth on you there.” No matter how much he wanted that, he would not take Pru anywhere she did not want to go.

“Do it.” She parted her legs wider, her pussy now totally vulnerable and inviting.

“If I do, I cannot be answerable for what happens next,” he explained gruffly. “I might, in the throes of passion, rob you of your innocence.”

She gave a dismissive snort. “My mother warned Cilla and me that might happen when we pleasured ourselves, but…”

“You did not listen,” Titus guessed dryly.

Color entered her cheeks. “It felt too good.”

He drew in a sharp breath. “Perhaps you should not have told me that.”

“Why not?”

He groaned low in his throat. “Because now there is nothing to stop me from taking you completely.”

Her eyes glittered deeply blue. “Except me.”

“Would you stop me, Pru?” He gazed at her intently. “Do you want to stop me?”





Chapter 11


“No,” she answered him huskily.

Titus groaned low in this throat as he placed his hands on Pru’s thighs and lowered his head until he could capture her pussy lips in a kiss, his tongue wet and probing between those lips. She tasted delicious, the entrance to her channel tight as he pushed his stiffened tongue inside, that tightness wrapping about and drawing that organ even deeper into her pulsing channel until it was buried as deep as it would go.

It was as if that sensory organ was connected directly to his straining cock, sending waves of heated pleasure down its engorged length and tightening his balls, pre-cum spilling from the slit at the top as Titus began to thrust his tongue in and out of Pru’s increasing wetness.

He reached up to cup her breasts again, capturing the elongated nipples before pulling and squeezing them in the same rhythm as his stiffened tongue claimed her pussy and stroked along those sensitive nerves inside. He was able to feel the rippling of her pussy walls and lap up her gushing juices as her body was suddenly gripped in a shattering climax.

Pru braced her hands on the desk behind her so she did not fall, Titus’s lips and tongue relentless on and inside her pussy, fingers pinching and pulling on her nipples as she rode out the waves of a body-quaking release.

She could only watch helplessly as Titus continued that onslaught upon her oversensitive body. His head bobbed up and down as his tongue thrust in and out of her throbbing channel, his hands dark against her creamy breasts as those long fingers pulled and squeezed the swollen nipples. That dual stimulation became almost painful as it took her into a second, even stronger and deeper climax.

Her arms would no longer support her, and she fell back onto the papers already in disarray across the desk. She gasped as Titus’s tongue now lashed against her sensitive nubbin, one of his fingers and then two thrusting deep inside her pussy. He added a third, stroking a sensitivity inside her that quickly took her to another aching, almost painful release.

“Do you want my cock inside you?” he grated. “For the love of God, say yes, Pru!”

“Yes,” she answered obediently.

There was a rustle of clothing, immediately followed by the removal of Titus’s fingers and the feel of the moist head of his monstrous cock pressing against the opening of her channel. What would that huge cock feel like inside her? Would it fill her to overflowing? Ravage and claim every part of her?

Titus paused to take in the vision of his mushroomed cockhead pressing against the velvet-soft lips of Pru’s opening. Her flesh was red and glistening with her juices, the bulbous head of his cock slick with pre-cum. Even so, he knew entering and then stretching those walls about the thickness of his cock would cause her some discomfort at first. He never wanted to hurt Pru.