Page 88 of Prince of Scandal

Georgiana gasped, her eyes wide. Then they grew heavy lidded. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Now kneel over my mouth so I might get the taste of your sweet cunt on my tongue. Been far too long.”

It took some maneuvering, but soon he lay flat on his back with Georgiana crouched over him, holding onto the wooden bed frame for balance. Then slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself, brushing his lips with her bush before lifting up again. Ashton made a growling sound, his hands reaching out to clamp around her hips and force her back down so he might lick her clitoris.

His wife moaned loudly as he parted her bush with his nose and lashed the sensitive nub with his tongue. She tasted so good, the world’s finest, muskiest essence trickling into his mouth as he continued to lap at her clitoris, before flattening his tongue and dragging it against the tender petals of her labia. Her hips began to move, straining against his ruthless grip as she attempted to grind her mound against his chin. But Ashton wouldn’t permit that. Instead, he lazily pushed his tongue inside her cunt as far as he could go. In. Out. In. Out. The way he would soon be doing with his stone-hard cock.

“Oh God,” whimpered Georgiana, her cheeks flushed, her forehead glistening with perspiration. “Let me come. Please let me come.”

He licked his lips, savoring her flavor. “Very well, little one. Straddle my thighs. We’re going to do this very, very slowly.”

Once Georgiana had repositioned herself, one knee either side of his hips and her hands braced on his chest, Ashton took his cock in hand once more and fitted the head to her entrance.

She panted. “Now?”

“Ease down, my love. Just an inch at a time. There you go.”

Her groan as he stretched her tight sheath filled him with deep satisfaction, but soon it was him groaning as her inner walls clamped around him like a velvet vise. He could actually feel the ripples as her body quivered and spasmed, adjusting to the invader and offering a hot, honeyed welcome.

“Ooooh,” said Georgiana, closing her eyes briefly and arching her back as her greedy cunt swallowed him to the hilt.

His wife was a goddess. Lush and sensual and perfect in every way.

“Up and down, little one…fuck,” he swore, as the minx squeezed him with her internal muscles while fluttering her lashes innocently.

Ashton gripped her backside, his right palm flattening against her skin before he spanked her. Hard.

Georgiana shrieked. “Again!”

“Don’t you dare come,” he warned. “Not without my permission.”

He continued to pepper her backside with spanks, alternating right and left, watching as she bit her lip, as she trembled, as her fingernails grazed his chest in a visible struggle to resist the pleasure he invoked. Just when she’d almost calmed, he thrust his hips hard, burying himself inside her as deep as he could go, before moving his hand so his thumb could press her clitoris.

She threw back her head and screamed his name, her channel spasming around his cock so hard his eyes almost crossed at the intensely blissful sensation. Then he curled an arm around her waist and rolled her onto her back, lifting her leg to slide around his hip and forcing her reddened backside to rub against the embroidered quilt.

Georgiana bucked, her arms sliding around his shoulders to hold him close as she came again. “Give me a child,” she gasped. “Your baby.”

“Mine,” Ashton growled, driving his cock deep, his thrusts fierce and rough and possessive. In seconds his balls drew up tightly, and he couldn’t silence a low roar as his seed gushed inside her cunt in long, endless spurts. Draining him dry.

Christ.

Barely able to catch his breath, and despite the kind of languid exhaustion that might require several hours recovery, Ashton managed to rise up onto his elbows and smooth a lock of Georgiana’s hair. “Are you well, little one? I didn’t hurt you?”

She stretched, her legs dropping from his hips down onto the bed, her fingers stroking the back of his neck. “I am sticky and sweaty and my bottom is warm…so the best I’ve ever been. I orgasmed without permission and your punishment was…to make me orgasm again?”

Ashton chuckled as he carefully withdrew and rolled to lie beside her. “A special treat for our wedding night. I shall not be so lenient in future, Your Highness.”

His princess grinned then rested her head on his chest. “Marriage is quite, quite excellent. I think I’m going to like being wed a great deal. No, not just wed. Wickedly wed.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and lightly stroked her warm, silken skin, feeling utterly at peace with the world. Married to his beloved Georgiana, justice at last for three women and his nemesis dead, restored to his position in society, and the very real possibility of children in future.

Life for a Prussian prince could not get any better than this.

EPILOGUE

Brundall, September 1816

“Strudel for breakfast again, little one?”