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She freed his cock, and it dropped onto her hand, hard and all but begging for her touch. He gasped when her tongue licked the little bead of come from his tip. She closed her eyes, wickedness on her features before she took him in hand and guided his prick into her hot, willing mouth.
She suckled him, and he gasped, watched her, fought not to spend, to pump his seed down her throat as he wanted.
She worked him, her hand in sync with her mouth, pulling, suckling, teasing his length with her tongue, her teeth with restraint.
"Fuck, Paris," he swore, rolling his hips.
She murmured her delight, a small smile on her lips before she took him into her mouth again, working him, teasing him. Never in his life had he ever burned for another with so much need.
His balls tightened, and he knew he was close. With a pop, she pulled off his cock, and he took the opportunity to wrench her to stand.
He turned her about and pressed her against the wall. "My turn," he whispered against her ear, reaching down to hoist up her gown.
She did not move to stop him, her ass pressing back against his cock.
"I know you want me to fuck you," he taunted her.
She nodded, her hands against the wall and where she rested her head. "I'm glad you're aware," she said, throwing him into a spin.
He felt her ass, naked to his touch, and pushed her legs apart with his foot. "I'm going to make you come so hard, Paris," he said.
She hummed her agreement as he positioned himself behind her and thrust into her hot, tight cunny.
He took her with relentless strokes and used his hand to tease her little pebbled nubbin. She was wet, undulating against him, taking all that he gave her, and lights blazed behind his eyes.
So damn good. So fucking hot.
"I cannot get enough of you," he admitted, his balls tightening a second time. She reached behind her, clasping him about the neck, holding him close, and he felt her trembling.
Her orgasm ripped through her, and he followed. He pumped his seed into her, and let her contractions pull his own pleasure forth.
He moaned, gasped her name, and took her until there was nothing left to give, nothing left behind.
But satisfaction.
ChapterEighteen
Paris sat in the carriage as they made their way to the second ball for this evening. Almacks had been a success for Lady Anwen and Lady Kate, and both women had danced multiple times.
Paris's body still thrummed with the pleasure Dominic had wrought in her. He sat across from her, and she could feel his eyes like a physical caress.
For several minutes she fought to keep her attention on the Mayfair streets, not entirely sure it was safe to look at him, but then desire got the better of her, and she glanced in his direction.
She should not have. His eyes burned with passion, with determination, and she could not look away, not even when Kate giggled at her side.
"Lady Hervey, I understand you have two children," Kate said, pulling her attention from Dominic.
Paris nodded, smiling at the mention of her children. "I do, yes. Lady Maya and Lord Oliver Hervey. They are at home at Landon Hall, but as per our tradition, they will spend the final two weeks of the Season in town with me before we close up the London town house," she said, wondering how she would keep Dominic from seeing her children. A situation she had not taken into account.
"Oh, how lovely. Our mama never let us go to town with her and Dominic when we were younger," Lady Anwen said, pouting at her brother as if it were his fault.
Dominic rolled his eyes. "You were bothersome," he explained. "And you know mother's disposition to children," he teased, grinning at Paris.
She chuckled, knowing how irritating his mother was to everyone else. But thankfully, she had not had the displeasure of seeing her again since her last interaction with the dowager viscountess. Although she had not broached the subject with Dominic, she could only assume her warning had been heeded, and he had told his mother to leave her alone.
"She will be at the Craig's ball, unfortunately, and will no doubt push us toward gentlemen that we've already stated we are not interested in."
Paris did not appreciate the sound of that at all. A Season in London ought to be fun and carefree, not filled with trepidation that you would be thrown before a gentleman who is old enough to be your grandfather.
