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Authors: Delilah Devlin
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framed a pussy so pink and fragrant, he knew he’d spend himself in a second if he dipped inside.
She murmured a protest and lifted her hips from the mattress. An invitation, he found hard to resist. She was so eager.
Too eager.
Priss was accustomed to having her wants accommodated, instantly. A snap of her fingers and she could order up sex toys or a paid companion for her immediate satisfaction. She didn’t have to worry about the niceties—like manners or the other partner’s needs. She was spoiled. Too spoiled to spare a smile or a soft word. Not that he needed those things, but he could only imagine the poor, brokenhearted louts she’d left in her path.
He’d be damned if he’d let her lush little body and breathy commands lead him to an easy surrender. She needed a little lesson first…in working for what she wanted…in patience.
Priscilla sighed dreamily. Now she was going to get the plundering she’d paid for—and by a smuggler! Almost like having a pirate. She’d had a thing for pirates when she was a teenager.
Raised on stories of the daring adventures of the mythical Adamarik Zingh and his crew of bloodthirsty cutthroats, Priscilla had secret fantasies of being captured and ravished by the handsome pirate.
Declan was every bit as dark as Captain Zingh was purported to be. Every bit as well built. Perhaps, she should just look on this whole fiasco as the fulfillment of her ultimate fantasy.
He released her knees and stretched himself full length over her body. Her legs were trapped beneath his weight, and he glided his hands along her arms, then clasped her wrists and pulled them high above her forehead. She was stretched, deliciously vulnerable to his wicked whims.
“Wh—at are you doing?” she asked, wriggling beneath him, excited he was choosing this dominant role and playing into her fantasy. Her body hummed with excitement.
“I’m taking my time. Don’t you prefer a slow seduction? Most women do.”
“Slow?” she laughed, delighted and growing more aroused by the moment. “I’m primed already. Let’s get down to the good stuff now.”
“Don’t you know?” he said, his mouth hovering over hers, so close his hot breath filled her mouth. “If you give little girls what they want, they become spoiled.” His mouth settled over hers. But rather than the deep kiss she wanted, he rubbed and mouthed with the gentlest caress, and then drew away.
She licked her lips, readying herself for the passionate kiss that was sure to follow. Then she realized what he’d just said. “Do you mean you aren’t going to…” Surely, he was only teasing.
“You said the word before. Don’t be shy now.”
She blushed. The word was coarse. She’d said it in the heat of passion. “Well, aren’t you supposed to pleasure me?”
“That isn’t the word I want you to use, love.”
Heat curled inside her belly, blossoming with moisture that flooded her vagina. “Well, I’m not going to say it. I was…overcome before. I’m not in the mood now.” She could play this game too. She’d give him a little resistance to keep him wondering whether she’d submit.
“I think you are.” He leaned down and nuzzled her nipple with his lips. “But I want you to work harder for what you want.”
The game was losing its glamour. He wanted full surrender. Something she’d never given a man. Her pussy pulsed with the need to clasp his cock deep inside. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She waited for his head to rise.
His expression was closed. His gaze watchful. Was he really waiting for her to capitulate? To beg?
Almost at the point where she might give in to him, she said, “Do you want me to pleasure you first?”
He rolled his eyes. “You aren’t getting it. Not much for subtleties, are you?”
She pressed her chest upward, rubbing her nipple on the underside of his chin to tempt him. But he didn’t take the hint and suck it into his mouth. “Fuck subtleties.” She scraped the
She murmured a protest and lifted her hips from the mattress. An invitation, he found hard to resist. She was so eager.
Too eager.
Priss was accustomed to having her wants accommodated, instantly. A snap of her fingers and she could order up sex toys or a paid companion for her immediate satisfaction. She didn’t have to worry about the niceties—like manners or the other partner’s needs. She was spoiled. Too spoiled to spare a smile or a soft word. Not that he needed those things, but he could only imagine the poor, brokenhearted louts she’d left in her path.
He’d be damned if he’d let her lush little body and breathy commands lead him to an easy surrender. She needed a little lesson first…in working for what she wanted…in patience.
Priscilla sighed dreamily. Now she was going to get the plundering she’d paid for—and by a smuggler! Almost like having a pirate. She’d had a thing for pirates when she was a teenager.
Raised on stories of the daring adventures of the mythical Adamarik Zingh and his crew of bloodthirsty cutthroats, Priscilla had secret fantasies of being captured and ravished by the handsome pirate.
Declan was every bit as dark as Captain Zingh was purported to be. Every bit as well built. Perhaps, she should just look on this whole fiasco as the fulfillment of her ultimate fantasy.
He released her knees and stretched himself full length over her body. Her legs were trapped beneath his weight, and he glided his hands along her arms, then clasped her wrists and pulled them high above her forehead. She was stretched, deliciously vulnerable to his wicked whims.
“Wh—at are you doing?” she asked, wriggling beneath him, excited he was choosing this dominant role and playing into her fantasy. Her body hummed with excitement.
“I’m taking my time. Don’t you prefer a slow seduction? Most women do.”
“Slow?” she laughed, delighted and growing more aroused by the moment. “I’m primed already. Let’s get down to the good stuff now.”
“Don’t you know?” he said, his mouth hovering over hers, so close his hot breath filled her mouth. “If you give little girls what they want, they become spoiled.” His mouth settled over hers. But rather than the deep kiss she wanted, he rubbed and mouthed with the gentlest caress, and then drew away.
She licked her lips, readying herself for the passionate kiss that was sure to follow. Then she realized what he’d just said. “Do you mean you aren’t going to…” Surely, he was only teasing.
“You said the word before. Don’t be shy now.”
She blushed. The word was coarse. She’d said it in the heat of passion. “Well, aren’t you supposed to pleasure me?”
“That isn’t the word I want you to use, love.”
Heat curled inside her belly, blossoming with moisture that flooded her vagina. “Well, I’m not going to say it. I was…overcome before. I’m not in the mood now.” She could play this game too. She’d give him a little resistance to keep him wondering whether she’d submit.
“I think you are.” He leaned down and nuzzled her nipple with his lips. “But I want you to work harder for what you want.”
The game was losing its glamour. He wanted full surrender. Something she’d never given a man. Her pussy pulsed with the need to clasp his cock deep inside. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She waited for his head to rise.
His expression was closed. His gaze watchful. Was he really waiting for her to capitulate? To beg?
Almost at the point where she might give in to him, she said, “Do you want me to pleasure you first?”
He rolled his eyes. “You aren’t getting it. Not much for subtleties, are you?”
She pressed her chest upward, rubbing her nipple on the underside of his chin to tempt him. But he didn’t take the hint and suck it into his mouth. “Fuck subtleties.” She scraped the
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