Claimed by the Bastard Prince by Sue Lyndon!
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Excerpt:
Blurb:
The sweet American named Cora insists she only wants one night in my bed, but I intend to claim her as my wife. I'm the powerful bastard prince of Ismallia, and I always get my way.
Excerpt:
“Spread
wider,” he commanded.
With
a nod, she acquiesced, inching her legs further apart. Her face was still
flushed an adorable shade of pink.
Her
sex was swollen and glistening, and he swiped two fingers up and down her slit,
drawing her moisture out and over her plump nether lips. A shudder ran through
her entire body and she clutched at the covers. The cutest little whimpers
escaped her throat.
Her
clit peeked out from her womanly folds, and he splayed her apart to better
expose it. Then he lowered his mouth to lap at her exquisite nectar.
Christ Almighty. She tasted divine.
He
moved his fingers to her core and pushed inside. At the same time, he traced
his tongue lightly around her swollen nubbin, delighting in her tiny quivers
and needy moans.
He
pumped his digits in and out of her tightness, driving deep and increasing his
speed with each thrust. Swirling his tongue directly over her clit, he created
a steady circular motion that made her cry out and writhe beneath him.
Withdrawing
his tongue for a moment, he said, “Come for me, Cora. Fucking come now.”
He
resumed licking her clit and drove harder and faster into her center, until the
sounds of wet thrusts filled the room. She tossed her head from side to side
and clutched the covers tighter.
“Akeen,
I—Oh God, Akeen!” She came apart, moaning loudly as she gyrated against his
mouth. The walls of her pussy tightened around his thrusting fingers, her
orgasm taking her under until, at last, she remained still and panting in the
aftermath of her pleasure.
“Good
girl,” he said, slowly removing his digits from her center. He sat back and
stared at her, smiling at her when she met his eyes with a look of immense
satisfaction. Watching her come—making her come—had been gratifying for him as
well. But hearing her cry his name in the throes of her release, that had made
his cock ache all the more.
He’d
tasted her. He’d made her come.
Now
it was time to fuck her.



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