Page 24 of Only Earl in the World (Taming of the Dukes)
“What did I say about lying?” Still holding her gaze, he inhaled deeply, and she wanted to squirm with embarrassment.
“Now, listen,” he growled. “It’s my turn, and I’m going to lick this sweet cunt until you’re begging me to stop.
I’m going to make you come all over my mouth at least twice, and then I’m going to make you come again on my cock.
And you’re going to take every inch of me like a good fucking girl. ”
Her eyes bulged. Oh, fuck . The things he said would make a seasoned courtesan blush. The sounds of those deliciously filthy sentiments falling from his aristocratic mouth did dreadful things to her constitution! Bloody hell, her cheeks were on fire.
“Jasper…”
He slapped her smartly across the lower lips of her sex, and she squealed as a blaze of heat spread across her mons. “Eyes on me,” he rumbled roughly like a savage creature guarding his prize. “Not another sound. Leave me to my feast, or I won’t let you come.”
Feast ? Was he— Oh, God, he was …
Nothing short of a miracle could have stopped the obscene moan from leaving her lips when her wicked earl put his mouth to her and licked her from entrance to clitoris with the flat of his tongue.
The sensation was glorious. He did it again, as if she were a cream ice melting in the sun, swirling the bundle of nerves at her apex as her body dissolved into quivers of pure need.
Briar had touched herself before…but this was sublime in a way that she’d never experienced, and when he sucked, her spine felt as though it might snap.
Pleasure ratcheted as his tongue lashed against her, and she whimpered when she felt a finger circling her entrance.
He slid in easily, the slickness paving the way for him to add another on the next pass.
Her tight passage squeezed around him, the sensation of fullness making her groan when he split his fingers apart within her, stretching her gently.
“What are you doing?” she gasped.
“You need to be able to take me,” he said, lifting his head.
She peered down at him, blushing at his glistening ruby-red lips before her eyes went wide as she took his meaning. “You’re much bigger than two fingers.”
His mouth quirked, those ocean-blue eyes sparkling. “Yes. I’ve got you, Sweetbriar. Trust me, love.”
With a hungry sound, he set his mouth to her again, his fingers working in clever harmony with his tongue, and she felt the pressure when a third finger pressed inside.
It pinched slightly, but it wasn’t long before she stretched to accommodate him.
His other hand was not idle, reaching up to twist her nipple as she writhed.
Sensation streaked through her, like stars shooting through her veins, intensifying until her entire body shook. The knot in her core tightened and tightened, the tension unbearable, and then she broke with a shrill scream…the paroxysm taking her in its grip, waves of bliss crashing through her.
The grunts he made were just as loud as he drew out every drop of pleasure from her trembling body, his mouth gentling slightly, but not relenting as she came back to herself. Her hand wound into his hair when he moved his fingers, still lodged deep inside. “It’s too much, please. I can’t…”
“One more, Sweetbriar,” he coaxed. “God, look at you. You were made for this. Made for me .”
That ravenous gaze roamed over her flushed sex as if his hunger might never ever be sated.
As if he could gorge on her forever. He started out slow, his mouth pressing kisses to her inner thighs, so gentle that she barely felt his touch.
Then he started lapping with soft nudges.
Briar stared at the mural above his bed, colors bursting behind her eyes.
How anyone could lie there and think of England was beyond absurd, come to think of it.
She could barely think of her own name…
Briar suppressed a giggle, but then a hot lick of pleasure twined through her when he did something with his index and middle fingers, curling them toward him and brushing a spot inside her that made her vision wobble.
“Oh, what is that?” she whispered. “Again.”
She felt him smile against her skin, and when he acquiesced and brushed the spot on her front wall, slow and sweet, she didn’t make a single sound.
Her body fluttered. She let herself sink into the blissful sensations as he strummed her pliant body to perfection.
In a suspended state of rapture, she rode the waves of spiraling euphoria until they flung her into the cosmos to float among the stars once more.
Afterward, he kissed his way up her sated, boneless body and held her in his arms.
“Now you’re ready,” he whispered. Jasper took her mouth in a drugging kiss as he settled his hips into the cradle of hers, his erection prodding her swollen center. “How are you feeling? We can stop now, if you want.”
“What about you?”
He smiled. “This isn’t about me, it’s about you.”
God, this man. Always thinking about her comfort. She stroked his face and then kissed his mouth gently. “No, it’s about us ,” she said. “I want you. Wholly. Completely.”
His beautiful eyes stared down into hers, relief and desire mingling there. He swallowed hard, his throat working. “I need to tell you something. I have a…confession. ”
He looked so serious, so uncertain , that she wanted to erase the small groove from between his brows. She reached up to brush the hair from his temple with a puckish grin. “What? That you’ve fallen in love with me and can’t bear to be parted from me another day?”
“Yes.”
She blinked, all playfulness evaporating, when that single word sank in. “I…beg your pardon?”
His lip quirked. “I love you, Briar. I wanted to tell you before we became lost in the heat of the moment. I think I’ve been in love with you since the day we met.”
Briar felt those whispered, hesitant words burrow into her soul as a tear slid out of the corner of one eye.
She could have written a thousand Lady Ivy stories, and she never would have been able to convey the wealth of feeling that ignited in her chest right at that moment.
Her body felt too small to contain it all…
this profound emotion expanding like the sun was bursting from her.
“I love you, too, Jasper.”
He kissed her nose, but not before she saw the glossy sheen in those bottomless blue eyes. “Just remember who said it first.”
She huffed a laugh. “You simply cannot help yourself, can you?” Heart impossibly full, Briar rolled her eyes and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Now make me yours so you can tell me what a good girl I’ve been for you.”
Chuckling, he kissed her slowly, worshipping her mouth, and then dipping to each of her breasts, until she was writhing anew beneath him.
He knew exactly how to touch her to coax and tease each ounce of pleasure from her body, and within minutes, every inch of her was vibrating.
He notched himself to her entrance, and Briar took a deep breath as he began to push inside.
Even with all his earlier preparation and how soaked she was, he was big.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned. Withdrawing, he shuttled back in, repeating the motion and each time easing in a little more. Briar whined, grinding up against him even as he kept a measured pace, so he didn’t hurt her. The sense of pressure and fullness was almost too much, but she wanted more.
She stared up into those limpid blues. “Harder. I won’t break.”
A muscle hammered in his jaw as he held himself up, muscles straining.
He pulled out and drove back in. Hard . Despite the bite of pain, she sighed at the stretch, feeling her walls flutter around him.
One more thrust, and when he was finally fully seated, they both shuddered at the perfect, sublime fit.
“Mine,” he rumbled.
Her blood was on fire as need throbbed deep in her core. “Now, Jasper. Give me everything.”
Jasper hitched her leg over his hip and withdrew before slamming back in.
He groaned. Fuck, the silken clasp of her body was everything.
He watched her with every thrust, seeing what made her whimper and what made her scream, because by the time he was done with her, he wanted her to be a sobbing, incoherent mess.
He kissed her mouth, her breasts, any skin he could reach.
Every nerve inside of him sang—the pleasure simmering in his veins heated to a dizzying intensity with each steady thrust. He slid his hand between them, stroking the swollen bud that made her tight passage clench hungrily around him, and drove her desire higher.
“More,” she begged, clutching at him, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Faster. Please, I need…”
He didn’t need convincing. “I know what you need.”
Jasper withdrew completely from the snug sheath of her body, scooting backward to take her clitoris in his mouth and suck hard, moaning at the lush taste of her, before he flipped her body over and situated her on her hands and knees.
“You looked so pretty like this, crawling to me, that all I could think about was fucking you.”
His fingers collared her throat as he positioned his cock and drove back into her. Briar’s spine arched, a scream tearing from her when he went much deeper than before.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “ There .”
Jasper grunted, the sensation of her choking his cock almost sending him over the edge.
But he had more to do before he let himself finish.
With a hand between her breasts, he pulled her up, still impaled on him so that her back was flush to his chest. He squeezed her throat, thrusting shallowly, and pinched her nipples, exactly as she had described in the scene he’d read.
There was one other part to the chapter that he’d practically memorized when Lady Ivy’s lover dominated her in a way she liked.
Slowly, he pushed her down, moving with her, his cock never leaving the heated grasp of her body, until her head hit the mattress.
The position was degrading, but he knew she loved it.
She’d written about it in explicit detail, after all.
He groaned low in his throat when she submitted so beautifully. Jasper gathered her wrists behind her back so that she was helpless even as he pounded into her, pinning her into place and fucking her with ruthless determination.
“You feel so good, mistress,” he crooned. Would she recognize the scene? Would she know that the words he used…were hers? “Such a good mistress taking every thick inch of your lover’s wicked prick.”
She gasped aloud. Jasper felt it the moment she realized what he was quoting when her body tried to strangle his cock.
“You are doing so well,” he continued with a grin. Thanks to her own words, he knew exactly how she envisioned being taken and how she adored being praised. “Who owns this greedy, sopping little quim?”
To his delight, she complied, her words thick with lust.
“You do,” she whimpered. “I’m yours. I’ll always be yours. I want you. I ache, please, I want it all?—”
After that, there was no finesse as he fucked her, only raw desire, heat, and ravenous need .
He unleashed, drilling his hips into her body until the only sounds in the room were the slaps of skin, punctuated by feverish moans.
The friction was exquisite. The storm began to build at the base of his spine, the orgasm that he had been holding off for what felt like hours flying along his veins.
Jasper curled his hand around to pinch her clitoris.
Briar screamed, back bowing, her body spasming around him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck ,” he chanted.
He felt his own desire rising like a geyser on the heels of hers.
With one last thrust, Jasper withdrew and emptied his seed onto the sheets with a guttural roar, his cock pulsing with a violent orgasm that made his vision grow hazy.
Pleasure blasted through his limbs like lightning, and he flew apart into a million pieces.
Eventually, they collapsed onto their sides, breathing hard as their bodies quivered and convulsed for what felt like an eternity. He kissed her temple and tucked her into him, pulling her smaller, sweaty body into the curve of his. He was almost half asleep when she stirred.
“How did you…?” Briar trailed off as if she couldn’t quite ask the question. “Did you read…?”
Jasper chuckled and buried his face in her soft curls. “You’re a very talented writer, Sweetbriar. In fact, I believe that I might be your most ardent admirer.”