Confessions of Lady Prudence
by Madame O
Amelia, I cannot even begin to tell you the pleasure I felt. Not being able to move my arms, not being able to sift my fingers through his glorious tresses, heightened the sensation. I tugged at my restraints, willing them to release me so that I could touch him. To no avail. Yet he continued to plunder me, licking my pussy until I screamed.
“Lars! Release me, please! I must touch you!”
He only chuckled, his voice sending further tremors through me as it vibrated off of my folds. He pushed my thighs forward, baring me further to his view. He forced his tongue in and out of my entrance, and he sucked on my nether lips. His tongue slithered farther now, to my most secret opening. He licked it, teasing it, and Amelia, such shocks quivered through me.
“Release me!” I begged again.
And again he only chuckled, teasing my anus, and then breaching it with a finger.
I nearly jerked off the bed, so intense was the pain of the breach. He continued eating my pussy while he fingered me, the pain slowly subsiding. In and out, in and out, and Amelia, it began to feel absolutely amazing. He sucked my folds into his mouth again and then he teased at my clitoris, licking, sucking, until I exploded in an earth-shattering climax.
“Oh, Lars, how wonderful! Now, please release me, and I shall do the same for you.”
Lars only chuckled again and moved forward on top of me, straddling me. At some point he had disrobed, and oh, was he a sight to behold! Lighter skin than Christophe or Mr. Peck, and lean muscles and a nearly hairless chest! His sculpted cock sprang from a triangle of copper.
He nudged my lips with his erection. He had no intention of releasing me, Amelia. He was going to fu
ck my mouth just like this. And I found, to my utter surprise, that I was thrilled.
He said nothing, only inched his cock past my lips, which I opened for him obediently. He placed his hand behind my neck and raised my head off the pillow, bringing my mouth into closer contact with his cock. He held my head fast, controlling the movement. I had never sucked cock before where I was not the one in control, Amelia, and it was something splendid indeed. He forced himself into my mouth, moaning, groaning.
“My lady, that is so good,” he said.
I, of course, could say nothing in return as his cock filled my mouth. However, his pleasure coursed through me, giving me greater pleasure myself. I wanted him to climax, yet I didn’t, because if he climaxed now in my mouth, he would not be able to fuck me. I yearned for that big cock in my pussy.
As if reading my mind, he left my mouth and slid downward. He forced my thighs forward, my feet resting on his shoulders, and he entered me with one swift thrust.
Oh, the ecstasy! He filled me so deeply, so completely, that I nearly shattered at first contact.
He plunged and he plunged, and I was just on the verge of my climax, when the door to my bedchamber opened.
Chapter 19
Evan stood, immobilized. No good would come of berating Woods or any of the other servants. Alexandra possessed magical powers when it came to getting what she wanted. Putting her under house arrest was futile. He’d tried it before, to no avail, and obviously it wasn’t working any better today.
What would he say to his father and his new stepmother? Now he had lost both of their daughters.
“I’ve questioned some of the servants,” Woods said. “None of them know where she went.”
“How could she have escaped the manor undetected?”
“Your guess is as good as mine, my lord. She is a very smart young lady—fair of face, strong of will, and crafty of mind. I’m afraid that’s a lethal combination.”
Evan drew in a breath. All things he admired greatly about Alexandra—and what might become his undoing.
He should call his brother, but Jacob was at the other Brighton London residence, the larger one, of course, in full enjoyment of the end of the season with Marvella. Evan definitely didn’t want one of Jacob’s big brother talks.
How had he come to this? He’d managed not only to fall in love with one of his new stepsisters but also to lose track of both of them. And his father and new stepmother were on their way home at the moment and would be back, stopping in London, in two to three days. Could he have blundered this any worse?
He would fix this tonight, for he knew exactly where Alexandra had gone—32 Chilton Place. He shuddered at the thought of either her or Sophie in that vile neighborhood.
He pulled his timepiece out of his pocket. A few more hours until midnight. He didn’t know what to expect, so he prepared for the worst. He’d been told to come alone, but he wasn’t that stupid. He would bring a few loyal servants and leave them in the coach a few blocks away, just in case.
His stomach growled. He didn’t feel the slightest bit hungry, but he had not eaten since lunch. He strode quickly to the kitchen and bid a servant to quickly fix him something.