Lady Mistaken (Le Débauché Club) (5 page)

With both hands, he grabbed her ass, massaging her lightly. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said softly.

But her knees were too close together to give Simon access to her
cunt…

* * *

Grace closed her eyes, listening to Simon’s ragged breath behind her. She should be panicked, or in the very least filled with trepidation, but she wasn’t. He said to trust him, and for some reason she did. The way he’d made her feel thus far…she wasn’t certain what to expect next, but she wanted whatever it was. Simon was exactly the wicked man she’d first thought him to be, but…Well, she liked wicked apparently. She might even love it.

Without notice, he pulled her left leg away from her right and she dipped lower towards the quilts. “Oh!” she cried.

But her anxiety was gone a second later when his talented fingers brushed against the little nub he’d suckled so very well a few moments before. Desire coursed through her anew, pooling in her core. Then he pressed a finger inside her and Grace’s elbows buckled beneath her. A moment later, her chin rested on the quilts and her bottom was pointing northward.

Good gracious! Should she really be doing this? Before she could contemplate that question fully, Simon’s finger pushed inside her once more, until he found the same rhythm he’d used before. Pressure built within Grace. The most delicious tingles washed across her, her nipples tightened, her core pulsed
, waiting to explode like a tinder waiting for a flame.

“So beauti
ful,” he cooed from behind her as something much larger than a finger pressed against her slick opening.

Grace’s breath caught in her throat and she could barely breathe. Whatever it was that pressed against her was the most decadent, sensual thing she’d ever felt. She’d never imaged something could feel so wonderful, stretching her wide.

* * *

With more strength than Simon knew he had, he pulled the tip of his cock from her dripping
cunt. Every fiber of his being had urged him to thrust fully inside her, to claim her for all time an eternity. But he’d promised to leave her virginity in tact.

He stroked
his cock, coating his shaft and tip with the dripping passion from her cunt. Then he pressed his finger inside her slickened slit once more, coating it once again with her pleasure.

Damn it all, she had a pretty ass, one he was about to fill and fuck and then fuck some more. He gently pulled her cheeks wide, revealing her lit
tle puckered hole. With his dew-drenched finger, he pressed inside her ass.

She gasped and tensed beneath him, but Simon couldn’t be deterred. Not now. He massaged her ass with one hand while his finger pressed further inside her rear crevice. Slowly, he found the rhythm she’d so enjoyed in her
cunt and the walls of her anal channel relaxed.

When she groaned with pleasure, Simon couldn’t take anymore. He pulled his finger from her, stroked his cock once more and
then pressed his bulging tip inside her anal opening.

Dear God, she was so wonderfully tight. It took all he had not to trust himself fully inside her, but she wasn’t quite ready for that.
Not yet. The hand massaging her ass slid lower until he reached her dripping pussy. Simon teased her clit, flicking his finger against her and then pressing into her slickness until she was writhing beneath him.

“Oh, Simon!” she called out as a pool of her passion filled his hand.

He smiled in victory. She was most definitely ready now.

Simon pushed further into her anal channel until his hipbone met her ass and he was seated fully inside her. Dear God, she closed around him like a vice and he thought he might spill himself inside her like a green lad during his first fuck. But he’d waited too long to be done with her so soon, so he gritted his teeth and pulled slightly from her.

He thrust inside her, retreating once more. Then he thrust again and again, over and over as though he was wild. Grace called out beneath him in ecstasy, her ragged breaths matching his own.

Simon grasped her hips with his hands, holding her steady as he pounded inside her time and again.

“Simon!” she breathed out at the very moment he cried, “Grace!” and exploded inside her, coating the walls of her channel in his seed.

Sated and exhausted, he dropped onto the quilts beside her and tugged Grace into his arms, her back against his front like it had been when he’d made love to her.

* * *

Grace could barely catch her breath, but she pressed herself against Simon’s chest. Good gracious! She’d never be the same again. Not after everything he’d done to her, everything he’d touched, tasted, kissed…But she had no regrets. Well, she did have one, if she was being honest.

He’d preserved her virginity. He hadn’t said the words aloud, but she knew he was allowing her to maintain her innocence, though what a laugh that was, so that another man would find her pure. But right now, in the dim light of the wine cellar, wrapped in Lord Simon Berridge’s arms, Grace didn’t want another man. Not now, not ever. How could anything ever be more wonderful than what she’d experienced at his hands and mouth and his manhood?

“Grace?” he whispered near her ear.

“Yes?”

His hand grasped her belly at bit possessively. “You might see things a bit differently in the light of day…”

“What things?”

“Everything we did tonight.” He kissed the side of her neck, sending a fresh wave of tingles racing across her skin. “I want to see you…again. I want to see a lot of you, actually.”

She spun in his arms to see him better, to see his devastatingly handsome face. “What are you saying, Simon? You wish to court me?”

His
silvery eyes darkened with the desire that seemed so much a part of him. “Unless you think being courted by a man like me will ruin you.”

Gracious. She was already ruined, in so many ways after this night with him. As it was, her thoughts were all a jumble.

“If I promise to bring biscuits and help you go through Garwood’s ledger? I do have a mathematical mind.”

Was he serious? Did he really want to
court
her? And if so, “To what end, Simon?”

A sheepish grin, one that looked so foreign on him, flashed across his handsome face. “You’re the first nice girl I think I’ve ever met, Grace.”

Was she nice? She’d certainly lifted her skirts for him.

“And, well, I don’t think I can let you get away from me. Not if you like me a little.”

Despite herself, she liked him a lot. More than she should, most definitely. But she
did
like him. That was most certain. “You’ll bring the biscuits?” She grinned.

“I’ll bring you anything you’ll ever want.”

And then he kissed her once more, and Grace never wanted it to end.

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