Masquerade (Scandalous Ballroom Encounters Book 1) by Victoria Vale Read Free Book Online Page A

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    His balls tightened until it felt as if he would spend himself in his breeches when his title came falling from her lips like the most erotic, most wicked of whispered words. He pumped his fingers in and out of her swiftly, spurred on by her wild cries. Her hands came down to tangle in his hair, her fingers sliding through his curls. She ground against his tongue, searching for that exquisite ending he knew drew near.
    She screamed and shuddered, her tight channel squeezing his fingers and throbbing around them. His cock pulsated in tandem with her spasms, yearning to experience what his fingers felt. His fingers slowed as he dragged out her torment, creating wave after wave of the little tremors rocking her insides while she floated back down from the pinnacle of rapture.
    Reluctantly, he tore his mouth away from her, his lips slick with her essence. He’d barely managed to slip his fingers free of her sheath when she reached down and grasped his lapels, dragging him up and over her. He groaned with pleasure as she captured his mouth with hers, bringing him right between her spread legs. He could feel the heat of her through his breeches as she wrapped her limbs around his waist and pressed her hot core up against him. He ground his hips against hers, his body overcome with the thought of the pleasures to be found between her lovely thighs.
    “Oh, Camden,” she murmured against his lips. “You make me feel so … so alive. I want … I can’t wait any longer. Please … take me, Camden.”
    He shuddered at her plea, his hand already going to the fastening of his breeches. Even as he freed himself, he shook his head.
    “I can’t, Maggie. Not here. Your first time shouldn’t be in a carriage. There will be pain … I want to take you home to my bed.”
    Her eyes grew wild, glazed with desire and need. She swayed against him, the opening of her cunt brushing up against the head of his cock. He gasped as it came away coated in her juices and tingling from the contact. He couldn’t resist the urge to thrust against her again, brushing against her damp curls.
    “Bloody hell,” he growled, his hips moving of their own accord, urging him closer to the pleasure she offered him. Reaching down between them, he gripped his cock and nestled it against her, right between the lips of her mons. His teeth clenched as she drenched him with her honey, easing his way. He rubbed against her, the head of his sex pressing perfectly between her lower lips.
    Maggie held on to his shoulders, her hips moving in perfect rhythm with his. She rubbed her delectable cunt against him, coating him in even more of her wetness, moaning against his jacket and burying her face against his chest. It took everything in him not to plunge into her womb and fuck her mindless, but he held on to his last shred of discipline. He’d meant what he said about waiting to take her to bed before breaching her maidenhead. He would be damned if he took her virginity on the floor of a carriage as if she were no more than a brothel whore. He would be content with just this small taste of her, a prelude to what they would experience before the night ended.
    “Oh, God … it’s happening again!” she cried, her thighs gripping him.
    “You’re coming,” he rasped, his thrusts becoming wilder against her. “So am I, love. Come with me. I want to feel you come on my cock, Maggie.”
    She whimpered and shuddered against him before going limp in his arms. A few more thrusts and he went there with her, trembling violently and burying a forceful cry in the side of her neck. His bollocks contracted, and the hot gush of his seed spurting against her lower belly brought him blessed relief.
    Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved a handkerchief, using it to carefully clean Maggie before stuffing it back into his coat. He put his cock back in his breeches and lowered Maggie’s skirts before raising himself onto the seat beside her.
    Leaning back against the seat, he