Page 23 of Prince of Scandal

Oh God.

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He’d given Georgiana King one orgasm, and already it had become his favorite activity in the world. The sounds she made. The way she clutched at his chest and begged for release. The scalding, vise-like grip of her soaked cunt around his fingers as she’d come so beautifully for him. Once wouldn’t ever be enough. Not now that he had the musky taste of this delightfully eager wanton in his mouth.

“Ashton, I…er…” she began, blinking up at him with dazed eyes, and his chest puffed out like a damned peacock. Yes. He’d introduced Georgiana to pleasure. Not that unspeakable wretch Rupert King. Her late husband would forever be inconsequential. No more than an unlamented entry in the family bible.

“Onto the chaise, little one,” he commanded, guiding her down onto the seat so she was perched on the edge. After snatching up a cushion to protect his knees from the stone floor, Ashton knelt between her spread thighs. “Now, offer me those sweet pink nipples to suck.”

Georgiana licked her lips as she moved restlessly on the chaise, her fingers flexing where they rested on her legs. Did she think to touch herself without permission? Provoke him further than she’d already done with that saucy tongue?

He held his breath, awaiting her decision. When at last she cupped her ample breasts and pushed them up toward his mouth, he wasn’t entirely sure if he was pleased or disappointed at her obedience. But she had acquiesced to his order, so would be rewarded once again.

Leaning down, Ashton lashed her right nipple with his tongue, then blew a puff of air across it. At her muted whimper, he smiled and repeated the action over and over until she started to pant, her chest rising and falling in a jerky motion, her thighs pressing and rubbing together. Then he fastened his lips around the taut peak and sucked hard, before scoring it with his teeth.

Georgiana cried out. “More.”

Ashton stopped and offered a warning look. “Demands?”

“N-no, sir,” she replied, now squirming on the chaise, her eyes near-glowing with lust. “It just feels so good.”

Mollified, he moved his head and attended to her left nipple, teasing it to jewel-like hardness before sucking and biting with brutal precision until even the lightest tug with his lips made her groan. Her nipples had been a delightful shell-pink to start, but now they were almost carmine. How dark could he make them? Could she orgasm just from having her nipples suckled? Both very important questions, yet the intoxicating spiced musk scent drifting up from between her legs was too heady to ignore. He needed that honey in his mouth, coating his tongue.

“Lean back on your elbows, Georgiana, and drape your legs over my shoulders.”

She stared at him, clearly confused. “What are you going to do?”

“Kiss your cunt.”

Something flickered in her eyes, like a great mystery had at last been revealed. “Ohhhhhhhhh. Now I understand. My sisters both said their husbands were good with their mouths. I never thought kissing was worth such praise…but perhaps they meant this.”

Ashton’s lips twitched. “Perhaps. Now do as I instructed, little one.”

A very becoming blush swept across Georgiana’s cheeks as she awkwardly arranged herself for his pleasure. How lovely she was, the innocence of the thick blond bush contrasting so wickedly with her dark, well-suckled nipples, swollen clitoris, and the pearly moisture trickling from her center. As for her scent; he could happily drown in it.

His cock strained against the constriction of his breeches, and he reached down to unfasten the buttons of his fall.

Georgiana went rigid. “Ah…Ashton…would you mind…um…that is, might it be acceptable…I do apologize but…could you possibly…not put that in me?”

He glanced up, concerned at the pure misery in her gaze. What on earth had her husband done to her? It seemed she’d not had a voice in anything. Not been taken care of at all. Wretched bastard.

“Listen carefully, Georgiana,” he said, as softly and gently as he could. “I’m unfastening my breeches because the fit is uncomfortable. Today is about you. May I also add that you will not be permitted my cock until I decide you’ve earned the privilege. Then you will beg for it. On your knees.”

She relaxed, then an impish smile played at her mouth and her toes imperiously slapped against his back. “Dilly-dallying again, Mr. Latimer. I don’t have all day...ohhhhh!”

Ashton smiled to himself as he kissed away the sting of the nibble he’d taken at her smooth, silken inner thigh. Georgiana’s hips had jerked, but as she lay back on her elbows, and his hold on her sturdy thighs was so secure, she was quite helpless.

Watching her expressive face intently to ensure she enjoyed his attentions, Ashton carefully parted her bush and nuzzled the slick, petal-soft flesh. Then, with just the tip of his tongue, he licked a path from her entrance up to her clitoris, and back again.

She screamed.

“Hush now,” he chided, as he lapped up her wetness, almost groaning at the heady taste of her. How long had it taken to become addicted? A few seconds at most. Now he would need it regularly.

Her hips began to buck as she attempted to grind her mound against his mouth. But Ashton wouldn’t permit such disobedience, and he deliberately moved away to kiss her inner thighs once more.

“No, please,” Georgiana gasped. “Don’t stop.”

“Tell me what you need, little one. Tell me exactly, and I may grant you another orgasm,” he said, gritting his teeth as his cock jerked against his abdomen and moisture seeped from the engorged head. Christ, he had to come. Denying himself was a rather diabolical torture.