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How long had she ached for this moment? To be holding him in the palm of her hand. To own him so completely. The thought combined with the feel of him sent shivers down her spine.

She moaned, swirling her tongue around, gathering more of his salty essence. Richard hissed before resuming his enthusiastic licking, his fingers biting into the flesh of her thighs.

They continued pleasuring each other, lick for lick, touch for touch. They were both lost in the taste and feel of each other. From their position, they could feel every little twitch and know what the other craved.

She had never felt complete ownership of another person like she felt at that moment. She felt powerful and at his mercy all at the same time.

Jo whimpered and sucked on his length, as her hips moved, riding his mouth.

His hips joined her rhythm, stuffing more of him into her mouth. Richard’s strong fingers held her in place, his hot cock in her mouth, and his flesh beneath her fingers aroused all her senses, making her sensitive to every movement. Her nipples hardened painfully, and an uncomfortable need gathered in her core.

Jo whimpered again, lowering her mouth, and fitting more of him down her throat. Somehow she needed more. Her fingers flexed around his flesh, her hips rocking against his mouth.

Richard, the arrogant viscount, had his mouth on her quim! The thought made her chuckle and let go of his length. Richard growled against her center, and her body vibrated with the sound. He smacked her playfully on her butt cheek as if reprimanding her.

Jo smiled. She ran her hand over his veiny length in wonder. “You are magnificent,” she whispered and lowered her mouth to his length. She peppered kisses around him before taking him in again.

Just then Richard licked his way to her little hill of pleasure. Jo’s hips bucked, her mouth tightening around him and sucking hard. Richard growled again, sending shivers of desire through her. She rocked her hips against his mouth, begging him to not stop. She wanted him to just keep licking her until her legs couldn’t hold her anymore.

Instead, he sucked on her nub.

Jo whimpered, the nails of one hand digging into his buttocks, as she lowered her mouth, taking as much of him as she could. She pumped his length with her other hand, moving in rhythm with the motions of his hips.

Her own hip movements became frantic as he swirled his tongue around her, titillating all her senses, driving her wild. She was so close, she knew. A few more strokes of that lascivious tongue and—

She hollowed her cheeks and stuck out her tongue, collecting as much of his taste as she could, sucking on his blazing flesh, before she was forced to let go of his length as she cried out from unbearable pleasure.

She wasn’t certain what happened next. Bright stars shot from behind her eyelids, and her body pulsed and contracted with wave after wave of delicious pleasure.

When next she opened her eyes, she lay on her back, her legs bent at the knees and wide open. Her chest rose and fell with her calming breaths. Her entire body was covered in sweat, and perhaps other liquids.

Richard towered over her, his cock—still erect—in his hand. He pumped it slowly, sensually, making her quim clench and weep for him.

He leaned forward, his lips by her ear. “Did you think I was finished with you?” he whispered.

Jo shivered. “I hoped very much that you weren’t.”

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Richard wasn’t going to make it easy on Jo their first night. He’d waited for this night since the day he’d met her. He’d wanted her from the first glimpse of her. And now that she was in his arms, he wasn’t going to let her get away.

Not until the late morning. Perhaps not even then.

They could eat in their chambers. Hell, he could feast on her quim and that would be enough.

She was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. And the mere memories of her taste on his lips, the scent of her wafting to his nose, were driving him to distraction.

He leaned down and kissed her neck. Then he bit it before swirling his tongue over his bite and soothing her skin.

Jo arched against him, rubbing her nipples against his chest, her wet center grinding against his thigh. He placed a hand against her belly and pushed down.

“Not yet,” he growled.

“Now!” she demanded.

Richard tsked and shook his head. “Impatient little wench. It’s time to teach you some manners,” he whispered as he lowered his head once more.

This time, he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked lightly. Too lightly, more of a caress. She whimpered again, took his hand, and pressed it against her soft, round breast, her nipple playfully poking at his palm.