Page 114 of Blame It on the Duke


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He strained against the ropes. “Untie me, you vixen.”

“I don’t think so.” She gave him a truly wicked wink, and her pink tongue darted out and licked the side of his cock. Then she took a swift breath, opened her mouth, and lowered her lips over the entire head.

He groaned, lifting his hips. He couldn’t have controlled his response if he’d wanted to. It was the most erotic sight he’d ever beheld.

His ravishing, intelligent, until-recently-innocent wife with her lush, full lips closed around his hard cock. He moved inside her mouth slowly, carefully, and she held her ground, her warm, wet mouth surrounding him.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Take a little more, if you can, only if it feels good.” Take it all, he wanted to moan, but didn’t. And holding himself back made it even better.

Her mouth slid a little bit farther and her tongue flicked out, tracing the rim of his cock. Her palms were braced on the bed to either side of him, and she had the most endearing little wrinkle of concentration between her arched eyebrows.

He pushed in an inch deeper. Her eyes widened slightly but she didn’t balk. Instead, she relaxed her throat and made an effort to swallow more of him.

“You have to untie me now, Alice,” he groaned. “Or I’m going to come in that luscious mouth of yours.”

She made a garbled sort of response, her mouth full of cock, and he jerked beneath her, needing to slide, desperate and helpless with his wrists tied and his wife teasing him to the brink of ecstasy.

He’d never felt this mindless with desire before. He was so close to losing control. He couldn’t spill down her throat. She was sensible Alice.

Prim Alice. Pragmatic lover of languages.

And skillful seductress.

She was learning this language very quickly, indeed. Her lips stroked him up and down, following the gentle thrusting of his hips, while her tongue kept swirling.

“Wrap your hand,” he managed to say, “around the base.”

“Like this?”

Soft fingers around the base of his cock.

“Grip it. Harder.”

She did, and pleasure shot fast-growing tendrils from the root of his prick to the head. He wasn’t going to last long.

“Alice, I don’t want to spend in your mouth... if you keep doing that, if you... Alice, lift your head.”

She didn’t lift her head. Only kept working him with her fist and her mouth and he lost all control, climaxing with a loud, guttural growl, his vision spotting around the edges while he spilled into her mouth.

She swallowed some of his seed, her eyes gone wide with surprise.

She raised her head, her throat working. “Well,” she said primly, wiping her mouth with her skirts. “I had no idea there would be so very much of it. I didn’t see exactly what happened last night... down there.”

His head fell back on the pillow as his orgasm subsided and the last bursts faded from his mind. “If you had unbound me when I begged you to, I would have bodily lifted your luscious lips away. Most women aren’t keen to swallow.”

“I’ve already told you, Nick, I’m not most women. You have no idea what I’m going to do next... and that drives you wild, doesn’t it?”

She could say that again.

And she could do what she’d done again. He’d never, ever grow tired of her plump, soft lips clinging to him as she took him deep in her throat.

And, just like that, he was instantly hard as oak.

She was having trouble untying the knot she’d made. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of her round breasts bouncing over his face as she struggled with the knot.

“You pulled on it too much. It won’t come loose,” she said.

Well, this could be embarrassing. Wouldn’t March grumble if he got an eyeful of this. He already thought Alice meant to exert her evil, female control over the entire household.

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