Free Her Mystery Duke by Natasha Blackthorne Page B

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pulled her forward until his cock touched her entrance.
    He thrust, entering her so fast, so hard that the head of
his cock rammed the mouth of her womb. He stretched her. Filled her. A shock of
delight rocked through her. Waves of pleasure radiated into her belly, through
her legs, and down to her toes.
    “Christ.” His word came out a harsh growl. He stared at her,
fiercely, for a moment. Then his grasp tightened and he pumped in and out
several times.
    Pleasure blazed within her, exploding into shades of gold,
silver, white. She couldn’t describe it any differently. Color had tone,
texture and taste. How silly. Coherent thought wasn’t available to her. His
thrusts rocked her. She heard a woman’s cries, loud, uncontrolled, panting.
    “Please, please…David! Oh God, please…” She didn’t even
understand what she wanted. She just wanted it and she realized that all the
times before when she had pretended passion for others, she hadn’t the least
clue what the real thing sounded or looked like.
    He shifted his body until his lower pelvis touched her
erect, straining nub. She gasped. Why had she never thought of that? She arched
her back up off the table and ground herself, meeting each of his thrusts. He
increased his speed and rocked her harder. She rolled her head on the tabletop.
Her cries and pleas grew louder. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs tight on
his waist. He went deeper, harder.
    The motion triggered spasms that shook her to her very
foundations. Violent pleasure exploded deep within her. A sense of completeness
as she’d never known consumed her. She fell back on the table. Limp. Spent.
    He gave a sound somewhere between a groan and a shout. He
jerked himself from her body with such force it rocked her. Hot, surging seed
spilled on her belly and his groans echoed in her ears. She closed her eyes as
bliss consumed her.
    David…
    Her mysterious gentleman.
    Her David.
    God, she’d been born for this moment. She’d been so empty.
She hadn’t realized just how very empty. Now he had filled her.
    She would never, ever, be the same.
    Sleepily, she perceived herself being carried then laid on
the softness of her bed.
    His kisses on her cheek wove in and out of her dream. Kisses
on her lips, her neck, her breasts. Velvet moisture teased at her nipples. She
moaned and writhed. He traced a trail down the center of her belly with his
mouth, his tongue. Then lower. Her hips arched. He kissed her mons.
    She sat halfway up and her eyes flew open.
    He was naked now and his dark head lay between her legs.
    Goodness, men really did do this…
    He slid his tongue inside. Inside. Heated chills racked her.
He widened his tongue, stretching her walls. She spread her hands upon the
sheet at her sides, scratching her nails along the worn linen. He thrust in and
out and sent her heart pounding with the pure thrill of it. Long moments
passed. Her nub became erect, aching, longing for touch.
    She began to thrash and writhe; she couldn’t help it. But he
grasped her hips and held on while snaking his tongue up slowly, oh too slowly.
Her bud throbbed and ached all the more. He finally touched it, just the barest
flicker. She grasped his head with both hands and cried out. He put his mouth
over that firm little protuberance and sucked. Actually sucked. She dug her
nails into his scalp, pressed him as close as possible, and screamed.
    He flicked her with his tongue, round and round in circles.
Then he sucked her again. Penetrated her with two fingers. Spasms quaked
through her. As they seized and released her, one after the other, she screamed
convulsively.
    She lay back, panting, with sweat rapidly cooling on her
skin. Her throat was raw. Dear God. She’d never dreamed she could come apart
like that.
    The bed rocked and the old ropes creaked as he moved up
until he was level with her. He smoothed back the hair that stuck to her face.
“You are magnificent.”
    He had just done something like that to her, yet he