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could look at him as he rose up over her, the left side of his pants damp from the head of his engorged cock. He leaned over her, allowing the hardness to press against her thigh.
    Carla reached out to touch him and he quickly caught hold of her wrist. “Not yet. When the time is right, my sweet, I will fuck you and then I will make love to you. I will make you mine and you will not want to leave Castle Heath. Ever.” He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before backing away from her. He stood in the doorframe for a long moment without speaking, just watching her as she lay among the tangles of her nightgown and then he finally tugged the heavy bedroom closed behind him.
    Carla pressed her hand against her pussy and closed her eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever had such terrific oral sex, but that wasn’t reason enough to remain at Castle Heath.
    Was it?

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Sinclair slammed the door to his bedchamber and leaned against the heavy wood. His cock throbbed, demanding release. Even walking was a chore at present. Pleasuring himself would be a pale comparison to pumping into the treasure between Carla’s golden thighs, but he would need to release the pressure.
    He could only imagine how long it would take for the erection to subside otherwise.
    Cursing, he began to rip his shirt from his body, keeping his back toward the mirror atop his dresser. He didn’t want to see his own face or the look in his eyes. He knew too well what desire looked like. The sounds of Carla’s pleasure tore through his brain like a runaway stallion. His cock throbbed, demanding his attention.
    He gritted his teeth and released the buttons on his trousers one by one. Even the rasp of the material against his erection was painful. Carefully, he eased his pants open and his cock sprang free, the head glistening from his feast of Carla’s pussy. He curled his hand around the thick flesh, picturing Carla’s pink-tipped nails touching him, holding him. By ye gods, what was it the woman used to color her nails in such a manner? The images were maddening.
    His balls drew tight as he pictured Carla’s face, her full moist lips. He gave a groan and gave into his need to release the pent-up desire, bracing one hand against the wall beside the door. He tightened his hand, imagining her tight sheath as he slipped into her. Would he stretch her with his size? The thought sent his senses whirling.
    He didn’t know much about Carla Morgan and while she may have already lain with a man, he would be the first man who would make her scream when she came with his cock inside her. He shuddered at the thought.
    He started slow at first, just gliding his palm up and down over his shaft while Carla’s voice rang in his head. Her moans, her pleas, only served to intensify his pleasure. He imagined her lips glossing over the head of his member, her tongue caressing each vein. He heard the moist sounds her body would make as he thrust into her pussy and he pictured driving so deep that she screamed his name, clawing at his shoulders in wild abandon.
    “Carla.” Her name broke from his lips.

    His hand began to work faster and his breaths came in short pants. He heard footsteps outside his door, soft, gentle footsteps which paused right outside his door. He paused, wondering if Carla had left her chamber. Was she even now standing on the other side of the gnarled wood, listening, hearing his whispers? The thought intensified his pleasure.
    He wanted to know how she ate cock, how she would take him deep inside her mouth, stroke him with her tongue. Everything. He wanted to know everything. Would she make little sounds of pleasure as she feasted on his hard flesh and would her nails scrape his balls, tickling him, driving him mad?
    The questions punched him in the gut and his cock jumped in response. He scooted his free hand toward the door and flattened his palm against the wood. He wanted to call to her, to invite her in, but he was sure