Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 48853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“Let’s see if we can make him angrier.” He lets me go, only to wrap both his arms around my waist, pick me up and carry me into the stable.
7
Cassian
Once I have her inside and backed against the door, I pin both her hands to the wall and kiss her. Lady Aubrey’s back arches, and she presses her breasts against me. What a little harlot. A sweet, strawberry-tasting harlot with a luscious body and a bad attitude.
I find the button at the waistband of her jodhpurs, flick it open, find the zipper and draw it down. Lady Aubrey gasps softly and pulls away from my mouth.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, her fingers caressing the back of my neck. She watches in rapt fascination as the teeth of the zipper part, revealing her underwear. They look pretty and expensive. Just like her.
“Cassian, I—”
“Shut up.” The pants have a lot of give to them, and it’s easy to slip my finger down the silky fabric of her underwear and find her clit. I rub it slowly with my forefinger, watching the way her face transforms from confusion to pleasure. She sinks back against the wood, letting me plant kisses on her mouth, as I stroke her pussy, first over her underwear, and then dipping my finger beneath to feel her silky wetness with my bare fingers.
I groan and kiss her again, nipping at her lower lip with my teeth.
Lady Aubrey gazes up at me with needy hazel eyes. “I didn’t mean to make you angry.”
“Then stop acting like a little idiot.”
“I’m not, I’m—” But she breaks off in a moan, as my finger slides through her folds and sinks into her pussy. That’s better. Less whining, more shutting up and letting me enjoy this. I push her jodhpurs down over her hips, so I can get at her more easily. She tries, half-heartedly, to pull them back up. I take her hand and press her palm against my erection.
Her eyes widen. “Cassian, that’s…”
“My cock. What, never felt a man before?”
“Of course not. I’m not like that.”
“Right, because you’re such a good girl.” Her fingers feel cool and slender through my jeans, and she’s gazing up at me with an open mouth.
Slowly, her fingers start to explore me. All the way along my length to the tip, which she circles delicately.
I slant my mouth over hers. While I’m kissing her, I unbutton my jeans and push them down a little, and then grasp her hand again and wrap her fingers around my stiff length. She grips me reflexively, and I groan, kissing her hard.
“You feel…kind of good,” she whispers, looking down at what she’s doing. Looking down at me. Her lashes are dark and thick, and her cheeks are pink. God, she’s fucking beautiful. I bet men tell her that all the time. No wonder she causes so much trouble. Beautiful women think they can get away with murder.
Scooping her up in my arms, I lead her over to a pile of hay in an empty stall and dump her on it. She squeals in indignation, but I ignore her, unzip her boots and yank them from her feet. Before she can sit up, I’ve pulled her jodhpurs and underwear down her legs, grasped her ankles and spread her legs open. I kneel between them in the hay and loom over her, my hands braced on either side of her head.
Lady Aubrey’s beautiful, shocked face stares up at me. “Hey! What do you think you’re—”
“Shut up and listen to me. I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to keep your voice down, is that clear?” I’m only going to tell her this once. If she starts moaning loudly and someone comes in and finds us, it’s her reputation that’s going to suffer, not mine.
“But we shouldn’t,” she says uncertainly.
I grasp her thighs and push her knees up to her chest, spreading her open for me. Jesus, her pussy is as pretty as the rest of her. I dip my head and take a long, savoring lick of her. Instantly, her outrage turns to acquiescence. As her legs relax and her head falls back, I work her clit with my tongue, eyes closed, relishing the way she tastes.
Her fingers curl in my hair. “Cassian. Cassian, that feels so good.”
I have to choke back my own moan of pleasure. I don’t know why. Too proud, maybe. Don’t want posh Lady Aubrey to know how good her pussy is. She’s glistening wet and panting my name as I suck her clit and lave it with my tongue. Her cries reach a crescendo, and her legs tighten on my shoulders as she comes. I keep licking, making her orgasm go on and on, until she’s writhing beneath me, half in pleasure and half in over-sensitized agony.