Wicked Temptation (Regency Sinners 6)(32)

“Turn over onto your stomach,” he instructed gruffly.

She lifted her head to look at him, her hair in disarray about her flushed face, her breasts bared, the nipples well suckled and still plump as berries. “I do not understand…”

“I will not penetrate so deeply if I enter you from behind,” he explained huskily. “It will be…more comfortable for you for your first time. My cock is a lot bigger than your fingers or my own.”

Her throat moved as she swallowed, but she did as he asked and rolled over onto her stomach before leaning up onto her elbows. No doubt so as not to crush her oversensitive nipples.

Titus pushed her gown up to her waist, baring her parted legs and the pertness of her bottom. There was no residual redness on the latter from where he had spanked her a week ago, but the white of those twin globes made the palms of his hands itch to add new handprints. To spank those delicious curves until Pru burned as much outside as in.

She gave a self-conscious wiggle of those generous orbs. “I feel totally exposed.”

Because she was.

Exposed.

Vulnerable.

Her pussy slick and open in readiness for Titus to claim her.

His.

Titus growled low in his throat as he stepped forward between her parted thighs, his hands on her hips as he pulled her back slightly, maintaining that grip with one hand as he took hold of his cock with the other and pressed the tip against her pussy lips. They parted and then yielded, allowing the mushroom head to slip inside and be gripped by that hot tightness.

Pru gasped a little at the thickness of the intrusion, grateful when Titus allowed her several seconds to adjust before he pushed in deeper still. Her entrance and pussy walls were stretched to their limit as he continued to go deeper, and then deeper still.

She felt completely stuffed by the time she felt his balls against her clitoris and the dark curls surrounding his cock tickled her lower bottom.

So this was what it felt like to have a cock inside her.

Not just any cock, but Titus’s.

At least eight inches long, and so thick the tips of her fingers had not been able to meet around it.

Titus is inside me.

The sheer wonder of this realization banished any discomfort. She wanted—wanted— “Move, Titus,” she encouraged breathlessly. “Take me!”

Titus tried telling his cock to withdraw. That he now knew what it felt like to be inside Pru, and it was time to disengage. It was as effective as King Canute trying to turn back the tide. An impossibility.

Instead, he held Pru’s hips tightly as he slowly withdrew to just below his cockhead before thrusting back inside. He would probably leave fingerprint bruises on her hips, but at that moment, the pleasure of having her hot, wet pussy wrapped about his cock was too intense to do anything more than keep claiming her. Again and again, until the slide was easier and his thrusts became so deep, he could feel the entrance to her womb each time he buried his cock inside her to the hilt.

Thrust. Slide. Thrust, slide.

All accompanied by the arousing wet sounds of her channel as it sucked him in deeper still, her juices gushing out to dribble down her thighs each time he pulled out before thrusting in again.

Those almost obscene noises of their wild coupling, the pleasure of being inside Pru, all became so acute, so immediate, Titus knew he was poised on the precipice of his release. “Come for me, Pru,” he ordered fiercely, his teeth latching on to her vulnerable nape, his fingers moving to rub and squeeze her clit until the wild ripples inside her pussy told him of her imminent release.

He meant to withdraw, to spill over her bottom and thighs, but instead, those ripples took him into that climax with her, his seed pumping hotly into her spasming channel.



Pru returned slowly to a sense of where she was and what she was doing. Whom she was doing it with.

Titus.

He was breathing deeply as he lay collapsed against her back, his hands still tightly gripping her hips as the aftershocks of his cock’s release pulsed inside her.

Not that Pru could have moved, even if she had wanted to. She was too satiated, her body too weakened to be able to do anything more than simply breathe.

Even that became difficult the longer the two of them continued in their present position. Pru also became aware of the edge of the desk digging into her groin, her feet having left the ground long ago.

She almost giggled at the debauched picture they must make, she facedown on the desk, her skirts up about her waist, bottom bared, with Titus’s slowly softening cock still buried inside her.

Quite how they were going to disengage with any sense of decorum was beyond her. The moment Titus slid his cock from inside her, his release would surely escape down her thighs.

She glanced down to where she lay on top of the papers he had been reading when she came in. She hoped they were nothing too important, because she had creased and crumpled several of them during the fierceness of that last release. Perhaps—

Her gaze became riveted on the words written on the uppermost sheet of paper.

—followed him to the docks to what I believe might have been a meeting with his French contact on one of the ships, but was thwarted from seeing who that contact was when he must have realized he was being followed and evaded me amongst the rush and bustle on the dockside. I continued to walk the area, but there was no sign of him, nor did I recognize anyone else in the vicinity.

Pru moved farther up onto her hands before she continued reading.