It had been sheer bloody torture not to contact, see, or be with Pru since he’d left Germaine House. The wrist of his right hand actually ached from the amount of times he had pleasured himself merely from thinking about her. To have her here now, in the flesh—Good God, in an abundance of flesh, he corrected as she removed her cloak to reveal bared shoulders and the tops of her plump breasts—required more willpower to resist than he possessed.
“Stay exactly where you are,” she ordered as he pushed his chair back on its casters with the intention of rising. She turned briefly to lock the study door before moving farther into the room.
Titus remained seated, not because he had been instructed to do so, but because his cock had become instantly hard and throbbing the moment he looked at Pru. “You should not have come here,” he warned gruffly as she came to stand between him and his desk.
“You have not come to me,” she bit out accusingly.
Having reached out to grasp her bare shoulders to hold her at bay, he now groaned at the feel of that warm and silky flesh beneath his palms and fingers. “Because I cannot.” He scowled. “Because—” Titus had intended shaking her to emphasize his point, and instead, he only succeeded in jiggling her breasts until they literally spilled over the top of her blue gown, the deep rose nipples as plump as the raspberries they resembled. “Good God…” he groaned desperately, his gaze riveted on those lush and beautiful breasts.
“Suck them.”
He gave her a startled glance.
“Suck them,” she repeated determinedly, her hands moving to cup those twin orbs in offering. “Now.”
It was similar to the way Titus had once instructed Pru to suck his cock. Temptingly, undeniably so.
Too much temptation after days and nights of not even setting eyes upon the woman he desired above all others.
Seated as he was, Titus had only to lower his head to draw one of those ripe berries into his mouth and suckle, hard. First one and then the other; he could not have been any greedier if he had been a babe suckling the milk from its mother’s breasts.
Pru’s groans of pleasure only spurred him on to further intimacies. He continued to suckle her breasts while moving one of his hands beneath the skirt of her gown, fingers caressing up the length of her thigh to find her pussy bare. Titus pulled back at the discovery she wore no drawers beneath her gown.
“Do not stop.” Pru thrust her breasts forward, the nipples now elongated and a deep red from being sucked on so greedily. “I do not want you to stop, Titus,” she pleaded, parting her thighs wider to allow his hand easier access.
This woman, his Pru, would be the death of him. She was the death of his willpower and control as Titus lifted her so she sat on the edge of the desk, scattering the reports he had been reading as he threw up her skirts and bared her pussy to his avid gaze.
Her nether lips, delicate as a deep red flower in bloom, surrounded the wetness of the entrance to her pussy. Above those delicate rose petals, her nubbin stood proud and firm as it protruded from amongst her golden curls, begging for the attention of his mouth and fingers. The insidious aroma of her arousal curled about and captured all his senses, until there was only Pru and the lush pussy in front of him.
He glanced up at her. “I want to put my mouth on you there.” No matter how much he wanted that, he would not take Pru anywhere she did not want to go.
“Do it.” She parted her legs wider, her pussy now totally vulnerable and inviting.
“If I do, I cannot be answerable for what happens next,” he explained gruffly. “I might, in the throes of passion, rob you of your innocence.”
She gave a dismissive snort. “My mother warned Cilla and me that might happen when we pleasured ourselves, but…”
“You did not listen,” Titus guessed dryly.
Color entered her cheeks. “It felt too good.”
He drew in a sharp breath. “Perhaps you should not have told me that.”
“Why not?”
He groaned low in his throat. “Because now there is nothing to stop me from taking you completely.”
Her eyes glittered deeply blue. “Except me.”
“Would you stop me, Pru?” He gazed at her intently. “Do you want to stop me?”
Chapter 11
“No,” she answered him huskily.
Titus groaned low in this throat as he placed his hands on Pru’s thighs and lowered his head until he could capture her pussy lips in a kiss, his tongue wet and probing between those lips. She tasted delicious, the entrance to her channel tight as he pushed his stiffened tongue inside, that tightness wrapping about and drawing that organ even deeper into her pulsing channel until it was buried as deep as it would go.
It was as if that sensory organ was connected directly to his straining cock, sending waves of heated pleasure down its engorged length and tightening his balls, pre-cum spilling from the slit at the top as Titus began to thrust his tongue in and out of Pru’s increasing wetness.
He reached up to cup her breasts again, capturing the elongated nipples before pulling and squeezing them in the same rhythm as his stiffened tongue claimed her pussy and stroked along those sensitive nerves inside. He was able to feel the rippling of her pussy walls and lap up her gushing juices as her body was suddenly gripped in a shattering climax.
Pru braced her hands on the desk behind her so she did not fall, Titus’s lips and tongue relentless on and inside her pussy, fingers pinching and pulling on her nipples as she rode out the waves of a body-quaking release.
She could only watch helplessly as Titus continued that onslaught upon her oversensitive body. His head bobbed up and down as his tongue thrust in and out of her throbbing channel, his hands dark against her creamy breasts as those long fingers pulled and squeezed the swollen nipples. That dual stimulation became almost painful as it took her into a second, even stronger and deeper climax.
Her arms would no longer support her, and she fell back onto the papers already in disarray across the desk. She gasped as Titus’s tongue now lashed against her sensitive nubbin, one of his fingers and then two thrusting deep inside her pussy. He added a third, stroking a sensitivity inside her that quickly took her to another aching, almost painful release.
“Do you want my cock inside you?” he grated. “For the love of God, say yes, Pru!”
“Yes,” she answered obediently.
There was a rustle of clothing, immediately followed by the removal of Titus’s fingers and the feel of the moist head of his monstrous cock pressing against the opening of her channel. What would that huge cock feel like inside her? Would it fill her to overflowing? Ravage and claim every part of her?
Titus paused to take in the vision of his mushroomed cockhead pressing against the velvet-soft lips of Pru’s opening. Her flesh was red and glistening with her juices, the bulbous head of his cock slick with pre-cum. Even so, he knew entering and then stretching those walls about the thickness of his cock would cause her some discomfort at first. He never wanted to hurt Pru.
“Turn over onto your stomach,” he instructed gruffly.
She lifted her head to look at him, her hair in disarray about her flushed face, her breasts bared, the nipples well suckled and still plump as berries. “I do not understand…”
“I will not penetrate so deeply if I enter you from behind,” he explained huskily. “It will be…more comfortable for you for your first time. My cock is a lot bigger than your fingers or my own.”
Her throat moved as she swallowed, but she did as he asked and rolled over onto her stomach before leaning up onto her elbows. No doubt so as not to crush her oversensitive nipples.
Titus pushed her gown up to her waist, baring her parted legs and the pertness of her bottom. There was no residual redness on the latter from where he had spanked her a week ago, but the white of those twin globes made the palms of his hands itch to add new handprints. To spank those delicious curves until Pru burned as much outside as in.
She gave a sel
f-conscious wiggle of those generous orbs. “I feel totally exposed.”
Because she was.
Exposed.
Vulnerable.
Her pussy slick and open in readiness for Titus to claim her.
His.
Titus growled low in his throat as he stepped forward between her parted thighs, his hands on her hips as he pulled her back slightly, maintaining that grip with one hand as he took hold of his cock with the other and pressed the tip against her pussy lips. They parted and then yielded, allowing the mushroom head to slip inside and be gripped by that hot tightness.
Pru gasped a little at the thickness of the intrusion, grateful when Titus allowed her several seconds to adjust before he pushed in deeper still. Her entrance and pussy walls were stretched to their limit as he continued to go deeper, and then deeper still.
She felt completely stuffed by the time she felt his balls against her clitoris and the dark curls surrounding his cock tickled her lower bottom.
So this was what it felt like to have a cock inside her.
Not just any cock, but Titus’s.
At least eight inches long, and so thick the tips of her fingers had not been able to meet around it.
Titus is inside me.
The sheer wonder of this realization banished any discomfort. She wanted—wanted— “Move, Titus,” she encouraged breathlessly. “Take me!”
Titus tried telling his cock to withdraw. That he now knew what it felt like to be inside Pru, and it was time to disengage. It was as effective as King Canute trying to turn back the tide. An impossibility.
Instead, he held Pru’s hips tightly as he slowly withdrew to just below his cockhead before thrusting back inside. He would probably leave fingerprint bruises on her hips, but at that moment, the pleasure of having her hot, wet pussy wrapped about his cock was too intense to do anything more than keep claiming her. Again and again, until the slide was easier and his thrusts became so deep, he could feel the entrance to her womb each time he buried his cock inside her to the hilt.
Thrust. Slide. Thrust, slide.
All accompanied by the arousing wet sounds of her channel as it sucked him in deeper still, her juices gushing out to dribble down her thighs each time he pulled out before thrusting in again.
Those almost obscene noises of their wild coupling, the pleasure of being inside Pru, all became so acute, so immediate, Titus knew he was poised on the precipice of his release. “Come for me, Pru,” he ordered fiercely, his teeth latching on to her vulnerable nape, his fingers moving to rub and squeeze her clit until the wild ripples inside her pussy told him of her imminent release.
He meant to withdraw, to spill over her bottom and thighs, but instead, those ripples took him into that climax with her, his seed pumping hotly into her spasming channel.
Pru returned slowly to a sense of where she was and what she was doing. Whom she was doing it with.
Titus.
He was breathing deeply as he lay collapsed against her back, his hands still tightly gripping her hips as the aftershocks of his cock’s release pulsed inside her.
Not that Pru could have moved, even if she had wanted to. She was too satiated, her body too weakened to be able to do anything more than simply breathe.
Even that became difficult the longer the two of them continued in their present position. Pru also became aware of the edge of the desk digging into her groin, her feet having left the ground long ago.
She almost giggled at the debauched picture they must make, she facedown on the desk, her skirts up about her waist, bottom bared, with Titus’s slowly softening cock still buried inside her.
Quite how they were going to disengage with any sense of decorum was beyond her. The moment Titus slid his cock from inside her, his release would surely escape down her thighs.
She glanced down to where she lay on top of the papers he had been reading when she came in. She hoped they were nothing too important, because she had creased and crumpled several of them during the fierceness of that last release. Perhaps—
Her gaze became riveted on the words written on the uppermost sheet of paper.
—followed him to the docks to what I believe might have been a meeting with his French contact on one of the ships, but was thwarted from seeing who that contact was when he must have realized he was being followed and evaded me amongst the rush and bustle on the dockside. I continued to walk the area, but there was no sign of him, nor did I recognize anyone else in the vicinity.
Pru moved farther up onto her hands before she continued reading.
Left with no alternative, I returned to surveillance of his house. He did not return, nor has he returned since.
This was… It was… Pru had absolutely no doubt that the man referred to in this report was connected not only to her sister’s and Worthington’s deaths, but also Parker’s.
The date at the top of the written report was from two days previously. Which meant not only that this report had been in Titus’s possession for the past two days, but he had not bothered to inform her of the progress they had made in tightening the net about the murderer.
Something hard lodged in Pru’s chest at that knowledge. A solid lump so icy, it burned her with the intensity of its coldness.
He had not given his word, as such, but he had agreed he would send news of any progress made in his investigations. Almost apprehending a man connected with three deaths, one of them her own twin, was news Titus should have shared with her.
Instead, he had chosen to keep that knowledge to himself. To treat her like some ninny-headed debutante who must not be troubled with the realities of life, lest she become hysterical.
“Get off me,” she instructed harshly. “Get off me now!” Her voice rose in her need to escape the feeling of suffocation, not from having Titus’s body on hers but his betrayal.
Titus was so lost in the pleasurable aftermath of their lovemaking that it took him several seconds to realize what Pru had said. “I am so sorry, my dear Pru.” He straightened his back to take his weight onto his legs. “I did not mean to squash you.” He took a handkerchief from his pocked before very gently withdrawing his cock and replacing it with the silk square before the two of them set about straightening their clothing.
Making love to Pru had been everything he might have hoped for. So much so—
“What do you call this?” She whirled to face him, holding up a piece of crumpled paper in her fisted hand. “How dare you keep this from me?” Her eyes glittered with fury. “How dare you!”
Titus stared blankly at the piece of paper before the full import of what she held hit him. “You read that report? While I was making love to you, believing you to be as lost to pleasure as I, you were reading a private document on my desk?”
“Of course I was not— Do not turn this back on me, you—you arrogant bastard!” Two bright spots of color glowed in her cheeks, her eyes a glittering blue. “I nursed you back to health—”
“And I am grateful for it.”
“I do not want your gratitude! Before you left Germaine House, I asked that you keep me informed. You said that you would. Instead, you chose to keep this from me.” She threw the crumpled piece of paper down onto his desk.
“I hardly had chance to tell you anything when you burst into my study unannounced, before baring breasts in offering to me and instructing me to suck them.” He gave a shake of his head. “No man in his right mind is going to talk about reports and such when a woman does that.”
Her mouth firmed even as the blush deepened in her cheeks. “You could have sent word to let me know you had received information, rather than my having to traipse all the way across London to learn of your betrayal.”
“Germaine House is a mile distant,” he drawled. “Which means you did not ‘traipse all the way across London.’” Titus was determined to hold on to his temper, knowing it would only make matters worse if they both hurled angry accusations.
“That only makes your tardiness
worse,” Pru accused, stepping out from behind the desk to begin pacing the room. “You could have walked to Germaine House and told me what you have learned.”
Titus drew in a calming breath as he leaned against his desk. “And what have I learned, Pru? What information did you glean from reading that report that has made you so angry?”
“That it was written two days ago, for one!”
He nodded briefly. “And I received it an hour ago.”
“You— What?” She stilled her pacing in front of the desk.
Titus picked up the piece of paper, smoothing it out before placing it down in front of her. “If you had bothered to look at the bottom of the page, you will see that it is unfinished and unsigned.”
Her eyes narrowed. “What difference does that make when the date at the top is from two days ago?”
“Will you stop repeating that in that accusing tone?” he rasped.
She gave a defiant snort. “Why should I not be accusing when you have deceived me, by omission, if nothing else.”
“I have not—” Titus broke off his angry retort. “Dear God, just minutes ago, I was fucking you into oblivion on my desktop, and now you dare to accuse me of deception.” He gripped his hands tightly together behind his back to stop himself from reaching out and shaking her. Having her breasts tumble out of her gown for the second time today might be pleasurable, but it would certainly not lead to the same result. “The man who wrote that report was fished out of the Thames early this morning.”
The color drained from Pru’s cheeks. “He’s dead?”
“Indisputably,” Titus confirmed grimly. Gerald Harper had been one of his own, a comrade in arms for several years, and a valued informant for several more. “That unfinished report was found and delivered to me after Harper’s rooms were searched earlier today.”
Pru sat down before she fell down, too shocked for several minutes to do any more than try to steady her breathing. “You knew him personally?” she finally managed to speak.
“Yes.”
“He was a friend?”
“We served in the army together.”
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