Free THE CAPTURE: The Marriage Diaries, Volume 6 (Invitation To Eden) by Erika Wilde Page B

owning her sexuality, and focusing on the one and only thing that mattered . . . that her pirate thought she had gorgeous breasts. That knowledge alone made her feel powerful and sexy and confident.
    “Good girl,” he praised, openly rolling her nipples between his fingers, elongating them into stiff points before lifting her breasts higher, toward her mouth. “Lick them. Suck them. See how good you taste.”
    Oh, he was pushing all kinds of boundaries tonight, and now that Jillian had made the decision to embrace a more daring side, she refused to back down. She dragged her own tongue across the sensitive crest, pulled the tip deeper into her mouth, and moaned, her mind and body unprepared for the zing of pleasure that arced straight down to her sex.
    “Look at that man over there,” Black Heart rasped in her ear. “The way he’s watching you pleasure yourself, the way he’s lusting for you even while another woman sucks his cock.”
    Her face flushed at the realization that someone had witnessed such a provocative act, but she glanced across the room, curious to see who this man was. To the right of the threesome, a well-garbed man, much like a ship captain, was sitting in a chair. His hands twisted tight in a woman’s long hair while he pumped his shaft slow and steady into her mouth, his dark, hooded gaze locked on Jillian.
    A secret thrill fluttered through her, catching her off guard.
    “Ahh, you like being an exhibitionist.” Black Heart’s knowing voice cascaded along the side of her neck, and before she could refute his claim, he said, “Let’s give him a show.”
    Her pirate brought her palms up to her own breasts so she could continue fondling them, while he pushed his hands between them and unfastened the front of his breeches. He shifted, freeing his erection, and she moaned as she felt the silken heat and length of his cock pressing insistently along the base of her spine. Plucking at her stiff nipples, and uncaring who watched, she wriggled her ass against him, suddenly desperate to feel him deep inside.
    He secured an arm around her waist, lifting her up a few inches and positioning his shaft at her entrance before letting her slide back down, her body enveloping him in its slick heat until he was seated to the hilt. In this position, she felt him everywhere, his cock stretching her wide with a delicious burn.
    She sighed blissfully, and he shuddered and groaned, long and low.
    While she’d gotten used to her blouse being open and her breasts being exposed, she was grateful for the skirt he left draped around her thighs that gave her some modicum of modesty, even when he pushed his boots along the inside of her high heels and used his feet to spread her legs indecently wide apart. The material of her skirt fell between her open thighs, shielding the most intimate part of her from anyone’s gaze.
    “Your pussy is mine, and mine alone,” he said possessively, shifting once again behind her as his free hand searched for something in the pocket of his waistcoat. “That’s one part of you that will never be shared with prying eyes. Ever.”
    Like the captains , she thought, shifting her gaze back to the man across the room, who hadn’t looked away from her. He licked his lips, his jaw clenching as he forced his cock deeper into the woman’s mouth. The wench swallowed every inch, her own hand pressed between her spread thighs as she worked herself to her own orgasm.
    Jillian moaned softly from all the erotic visual stimulation. She squeezed her breasts and nipples as her gaze drifted to the threesome once again, an undeniable ache blooming deep in her womb upon seeing their new position. The sailor who’d been sitting by Nicola’s side was now kneeling on the floor in front of her, his large hands pressed against the inside of her knees to keep her thighs spread wide open as he buried his mouth between her legs, and his partner fucked her from behind, exactly the way Jillian’s own pirate