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I liked it. I had a part of this man inside my body.
His nostrils flared. “Suck, Belle.”
I drew him deeper, tightening my lips. His dark gaze never left my mouth, and his hand moved faster over his shaft. “Tight and wet, just like I imagine your pussy to be.”
I was burning up, lust pounding in my veins. The carriage bounced and rocked, but I hardly noticed. I only wished to please him, to see where all this feverish desire led.
A pearl of moisture beaded from the slit on his crown. He used it, smearing the liquid on his shaft. What did that fluid taste like?
When I flicked his finger with my tongue, he groaned. “Oh, shit. It’s too much.” His chest heaved. “Get the handkerchief out of my inside coat pocket.”
Keeping his finger in my mouth, I reached for the pocket and found the soft handkerchief. I held it up for him, but he shook his head. “I’m going to come. Put that cloth over the crown. Catch my spend in it.”
The words were tight, rushed. As if there was no time to lose.
I held the handkerchief atop his shaft. He snarled as his hips jerked, and jets of white fluid shot from his body and into the cloth. It went on and on, pulses of hot liquid, and I tried to catch what I could. There was quite a lot of it, and he wasn’t exactly remaining still.
When he finally slumped against the seat, his face was relaxed. Almost happy. The hard edge that accompanied him wherever he went had melted away in those few seconds of pleasure. Goodness, he was beautiful.
I looked down. His appendage had deflated. The skin was red, and it glistened with his fluids. Remarkable.
“Less impressive now,” he said with a chuckle.
“Less intimidating, as well.”
He took the handkerchief from me and wiped his hands off. Then he dropped the used cloth onto the carriage floor. As he refastened his clothing, he asked, “Are you shocked?”
“No.”
His head came up and he smirked. “Aroused?”
I couldn’t answer. I was aroused, of course, but it wasn’t the sort of thing a lady admitted out loud.
“I see. Your pussy making a lot of cream for me?”
The filthy words were unlike anything I’d heard before tonight. I wasn’t used to it. “I suppose my drawers are ruined.”
The edge of his mouth hitched as he finished with his trousers. “You tell me how to replace them, and I’ll have five new pairs delivered as quickly as I can.”
“You can’t get them.”
He leaned over and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I can get anything you want. When you’re with me, the world is yours, sweetheart.”
The carriage wheels slowed and Bax’s brow furrowed. “Damn it.”
I took the opportunity to scramble to the other seat. With shaking hands, I started putting myself back to rights.
“Here. Let me help.” Bax knelt on the carriage floor and pushed my hands away. He maneuvered the tiny buttons of the corset cover easily.
Then he helped me pull on the bodice and secured each hook, one by one. Occasionally, the back of his hand brushed the mounds of my breasts and my belly tightened with need. I wanted to feel his big hands on me, shaping and molding the sensitive flesh, pinching my nipples . . . all the things I did to myself in the dark.
I whimpered.
Bax’s head shot up and his coffee-colored gaze pierced into mine. I bit my lip, mortified.
“Fuck, Belle,” he whispered. “The filthy things I want to do to you.”
I didn’t know what to say. I wanted things as well, but they were much too vague to put into words. My body had demands I didn’t understand, needs I barely recognized.
