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taste him.
She licked her lips even as she dropped slowly to her knees in front of him, one of her hands moving so she could curl her fingers about his, learning, watching how he liked to be stroked. She reveled in his soft groans of pleasure as she used both her hands to take over that stroking.
The bulbous head was now slick and gleaming from the release of his juices. Fliss’s tongue darted out to lap up several drops as it began to dribble down his shaft onto her fingers.
It tasted salty and sweet at the same time. An addictive nectar that she began to lap up greedily.
“Take me in your mouth, Fliss,” Sin groaned. “Please!” His fingers gently tangled in her hair as her lips parted and he guided her mouth onto his cock, one of her hands remaining wrapped about the length her mouth could not accommodate.
He was at once surrounded by that moist and hungry heat, so reminiscent of fire inside her channel when it had contracted about his thrusting finger. Sin had no control over his own thrusts into the inferno of her mouth, his fingers in her hair holding her closer, and then closer still as his cock hit the back of her throat and he felt his release building.
He would pull out before that happened. He wanted a little longer thrusting inside that fire. Only a little longer, and then he would—
“Oh God…!” he groaned, completely out of control as Fliss’s other hand cupped and squeezed his balls.
There was a deafening roar in his ears as his movements became erratic, desperate, and his release burst hotly up the length of his cock before it exploded in pulse after fiery pulse into the heat of Fliss’s eager mouth.
Chapter 8
“I tell you, I saw her come out here.”
“Well, she is obviously not here now, so we may as well go back to the house.”
Fliss froze at the sound of those two male voices, waiting only long enough to hear the stable doors close behind the men before sitting up abruptly.
Sin had spread out the blanket on a pile of straw, and the two of them had lain down together on it after…well, after. Fliss still blushed to think of the intimacy of caressing and sucking Sin’s cock until he released in her mouth.
She had never done such a thing before, never even thought of or wanted to do such a thing before him. But oh, how she had enjoyed it. Touching his silken cock. Caressing the length of it. Taking it into her mouth. The taste of him. The thrill of knowing she was giving Sin pleasure. So much pleasure, he had completely lost control and released in her mouth.
Lying in his arms afterward, cradled against the warmth of his naked chest, was something else she had never done. She had discovered it was an intimacy almost as deep and pleasurable as what had come before it.
Fliss had almost been asleep in Sin’s arms when she heard the stable door open and the sound of men’s voices.
One male voice in particular.
“Fliss?” Sin prompted as he sat up beside her and saw how pale her cheeks had become, her arms wrapped about her knees protectively.
“It was his voice,” she breathed, eyes wide. “The man who came here to kill you.”
Sin glanced toward the closed stable door. “Are you sure?”
“Of course I am sure,” she came back sharply. “I will never forget that voice. Never.” She gave a shudder.
Sin stood quickly to pick up his shirt, grimacing as he felt it was still damp from where he had used it to dry himself earlier.
“My God…!” Fliss gasped, her eyes wide when Sin turned to look at her enquiringly. “How did you come by those scars on your back?”
“Courtesy of the French, after I was taken prisoner in 1811.” His eyes narrowed at the memory of those torturous months of incarceration.
Fliss could not imagine the pain Sin must have suffered when he received that crisscross of scars across his back. “They whipped you?” Her fingers itched to touch those scars, to soothe away the memory of the pain inflicted.
The earl shrugged. “It was
She licked her lips even as she dropped slowly to her knees in front of him, one of her hands moving so she could curl her fingers about his, learning, watching how he liked to be stroked. She reveled in his soft groans of pleasure as she used both her hands to take over that stroking.
The bulbous head was now slick and gleaming from the release of his juices. Fliss’s tongue darted out to lap up several drops as it began to dribble down his shaft onto her fingers.
It tasted salty and sweet at the same time. An addictive nectar that she began to lap up greedily.
“Take me in your mouth, Fliss,” Sin groaned. “Please!” His fingers gently tangled in her hair as her lips parted and he guided her mouth onto his cock, one of her hands remaining wrapped about the length her mouth could not accommodate.
He was at once surrounded by that moist and hungry heat, so reminiscent of fire inside her channel when it had contracted about his thrusting finger. Sin had no control over his own thrusts into the inferno of her mouth, his fingers in her hair holding her closer, and then closer still as his cock hit the back of her throat and he felt his release building.
He would pull out before that happened. He wanted a little longer thrusting inside that fire. Only a little longer, and then he would—
“Oh God…!” he groaned, completely out of control as Fliss’s other hand cupped and squeezed his balls.
There was a deafening roar in his ears as his movements became erratic, desperate, and his release burst hotly up the length of his cock before it exploded in pulse after fiery pulse into the heat of Fliss’s eager mouth.
Chapter 8
“I tell you, I saw her come out here.”
“Well, she is obviously not here now, so we may as well go back to the house.”
Fliss froze at the sound of those two male voices, waiting only long enough to hear the stable doors close behind the men before sitting up abruptly.
Sin had spread out the blanket on a pile of straw, and the two of them had lain down together on it after…well, after. Fliss still blushed to think of the intimacy of caressing and sucking Sin’s cock until he released in her mouth.
She had never done such a thing before, never even thought of or wanted to do such a thing before him. But oh, how she had enjoyed it. Touching his silken cock. Caressing the length of it. Taking it into her mouth. The taste of him. The thrill of knowing she was giving Sin pleasure. So much pleasure, he had completely lost control and released in her mouth.
Lying in his arms afterward, cradled against the warmth of his naked chest, was something else she had never done. She had discovered it was an intimacy almost as deep and pleasurable as what had come before it.
Fliss had almost been asleep in Sin’s arms when she heard the stable door open and the sound of men’s voices.
One male voice in particular.
“Fliss?” Sin prompted as he sat up beside her and saw how pale her cheeks had become, her arms wrapped about her knees protectively.
“It was his voice,” she breathed, eyes wide. “The man who came here to kill you.”
Sin glanced toward the closed stable door. “Are you sure?”
“Of course I am sure,” she came back sharply. “I will never forget that voice. Never.” She gave a shudder.
Sin stood quickly to pick up his shirt, grimacing as he felt it was still damp from where he had used it to dry himself earlier.
“My God…!” Fliss gasped, her eyes wide when Sin turned to look at her enquiringly. “How did you come by those scars on your back?”
“Courtesy of the French, after I was taken prisoner in 1811.” His eyes narrowed at the memory of those torturous months of incarceration.
Fliss could not imagine the pain Sin must have suffered when he received that crisscross of scars across his back. “They whipped you?” Her fingers itched to touch those scars, to soothe away the memory of the pain inflicted.
The earl shrugged. “It was
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