The Earl's Wildcat. Krystina DarylЧитать онлайн книгу.
on his breeches to create more room to move her hand. The rest of his penis jumped free and pressed into her stomach. She looked down and swallowed hard. He was long, longer than she first thought!
"Move... now... please!" His voice sounded strained and rough.
She moved her fist from the hilt to the tip slowly. He began to pant as his hips rocked back and forth mimicking her hand. She tightened her hold and a low groan sounded above her. Encouraged, she pumped faster and his breaths grew shorter and harsher. Seeing him react to her ministration made her reach up, pull his head down and kiss him hard, pushing her tongue inside his mouth and mimic his tongue play as she pumped, her body filled with fresh desire.
She felt him stiffen, and then he quickly turned to the side and wrapped his hand around hers to tighten the hold on him. He shuddered with a loud groan and then his body sagged against her.
She felt proud, the reason why was lost to her. But the smile on his face was rewarding. Her first time pleasuring a man and he enjoyed it—they both enjoyed it.
He leaned down and kissed her lightly on her lips. "That was wonderful, Wildcat."
She bit her lower lip. "I'm glad you liked it."
"I didn't expect such skill."
She looked up at him, confused. "What do you mean?"
He set himself right then caressed her cheek. "I know you are a virgin."
She pushed his hand away like it was hot iron. "What do you mean?"
"Why do you come here if you aren't a whore? Who is Mr. Kingston to you?"
She felt her whole fantasy shutter. The look of pity in his face angered her. There was nothing she despised more than being pitied.
She drew her cloak forward to cover herself. "If you didn't want me in your bed why did you not just say so. There are many more men where you came from!"
She pushed him back and hurried away.
Chapter Two
"Damn it!" Nicholas cursed as he hurried after her. He did not mean to cause her embarrassment. On the contrary, it was a relief that she hadn't been with any man and that she wanted him to be her first. Granted he did not like innocents and would never ruin one, but it would only be a matter of time before she wasn't a virgin anymore.
So why shouldn't he be the one to usher her into womanhood?
She wanted it, and she wanted him. He wanted her. Oh how he wanted her!
As he'd thought, she had been most responsive. He was sure her moans and cries were heard throughout the brothel. And that ear splitting scream, right after she sank her teeth into his shoulder and bit down hard before she exploded from her orgasm, was loud enough to call attention to everyone inside.
He rubbed the sore spot and his lips spread in a roguish smile.
As chauvinistic as it may sound, he was quite proud of himself, having brought her to her first powerful orgasm. Well, what he believed to be her first orgasm if she were being truthful about not being touched before.
The memory of how tightly she had clutched his finger as she came made his cock jump. After feeling her maiden head, it took all he had not to open his breeches and drive his cock into her tightness.
He shook his head to clear his mind. His member still stood at half-mast even after coming in her innocent hand.
Damn! Innocent, but she pumped him so well. The friction from her callused hand built up the pleasure to heights no soft hand had taken him before. He just found a new preference when getting a hand job.
He groaned when his cock jumped again.
It would be useless to think of her and all he wanted to do to her if she disappeared. He needed to speak to her, get her away from Mr. Kingston so that he could give them both what they wanted.
What is she doing with Mr. Kingston, anyway?
That question had puzzled him from the moment he felt her barrier. Aside from saving him from accumulating debt on the gambling table, what else did she do for him? Most importantly, who was she to him?
He reached outside just in time to see her climb into a carriage. "Wildcat!" He rushed to her, grabbed her waist and pulled her back out.
"What the hell!" she cursed, knocking his hands away and quickly turning around to face him. Her hand was held behind her back, a determined look on her face like a man ready to attack.
He held his hands up. "I would like to speak to you."
She groaned, covering her masked face with her hand. "You do not do things like that in a dark alley! I could have easily killed you!" she chastised in a stern voice.
He smiled. "I assure you, I am well capable of taking care of myself."
She let down her hand and stared at him, he presumed her brow was raised under the mask. "Oh really?"
He stepped closer to her. "Yes, really."
Then suddenly, Nicholas felt a heavy hand wrap around his wrist and pull it behind his back. He let out a pained groan and stayed still. If he were to attempt to fight his attacker, with the manner he'd twisted his arm, he surely would break it.
Wildcat moved to him and held his chin in her small hands. "Maybe wherever you came from, but not in the back streets of Dallas. You'll have you throat cut in the same moment it would take you to blink."
"Tell your man to unhand me!" he demanded.
Wildcat chuckled, then looked over his shoulder and gave the man a curt nod. Relief washed through his aching arm once the hold was removed.
Nicholas turned around to see his assailant. He was tall, but in the dark he could notice nothing else. He wanted to punch the man in the face but he wasn't the reason he was out there.
He turned back to Wildcat who had a noticeable smug smile on her face. "I'm glad you enjoyed that," he said through clenched teeth.
She shrugged. "I'd consider that a lesson, for the next time you want to chase someone into a dark alley."
Nicholas felt his temper rise. "Thank you for the lesson."
Her smile widened. "You are very welcome. Now tell me what you what?"
He grabbed her arms and pulled her flush to him. "You know what I want."
She tried to struggle out of his hold but he wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her against him. "I'm sorry but it is no longer being offered," she countered.
He chuckled. "Oh? A minute ago you were eager to have me inside you."
"I found another man to do that." She turned to her side, "Is that not so, Tom?" she spoke with a honey coated voice.
Before he had a chance to respond, Nicholas heard a click and it did not take him long to know what it was. Then he felt the cold metal press against his temple.
"Leave my woman alone!"
Nicholas watched Wildcat's face for a reaction. There was none. Her smile remained and she stared right into his eyes like they were doing nothing more than conversing and her man did not have a pistol held against his temple.
"I believe it would be wise to do as Tom says, my lord," she said sarcastically, a short chuckle escaping her lips.
He felt the rage begin to consume him. He was a fool to have worried about her feelings. She may be an innocent in body but in mind and action, she was a bitch!
He released her and she slowly took a step back. "Do not trust everyone you meet, my lord."
Nicholas fisted his hands at his sides. "Believe me, I've learnt my lesson," he hissed.
He saw her smile fade for a fleeting moment before she spoke again. "Thank you for the wonderful climax. You may not believe it, but I did enjoy it... and