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The Lady Takes a Pair
Lady Juliet Nordsworth may be the daughter of an earl, but even her rank cannot save her reputation following a scandalous tryst with a stable lad. Nicholas Pennington, the Viscount Rotherford, however, is in need of a lady who will not only provide him with an heir, but will also accept his current lover, William Davenport, who is also his footman and valet.
The Earl of Clarenhurst thinks he can secure Rotherford’s vote for the repressive laws he has proposed by giving the viscount his only daughter’s hand in marriage. Little does he know that his future son-in-law has both a mind and a will of his own.
Attracted to both men, Juliet is aroused and intrigued by a demonstration of their love in a secluded spot on Rotherford’s estate. Rotherford’s offer of marriage will free her from her father’s tyranny, but can she trust her heart to two men?
William resumed his post with a dry mouth and a stiffening cock. Since the portrait gallery was seldom visited, he and Nick had enjoyed a tryst or two on each of the padded benches and settees that were strategically placed throughout the room.
“Oh, and William,” Nick said as he took Juliet in his embrace. “I fully expect you to watch both ways.”
“I shall, indeed.”
The kiss Nick gave her was slow, deep, and highly erotic. Will knew what it was like to be kissed by his master. Therefore, it came as no surprise when Juliet seemed to melt in Nick’s arms. Scooping her up as though she weighed no more than a feather, Nick carried her to the nearest bench where, just last week, William had knelt, baring his bum while the viscount had had his wicked way with him.
Considering the setting and how difficult it was to divest a lady of her clothing, William doubted he would get much more than a glimpse of Juliet’s bare pussy, but watching Nick plunge into her would be exciting enough. Loosening the button on one side of his fall, he slid a hand into his trousers. Grasping his meat, he bathed his hand with the slick sauce, groaning as Nick pulled Juliet to the end of the bench and parted her thighs. The slit in her drawers revealed a thatch as blonde as the hair on her head.
His groan must’ve distracted Nick, for he glanced up, catching Will in the act of stroking his cock.
“Oh, bloody hell,” Nick exclaimed. “We can’t do this without you, William. Lock the door and come lick her cunt while I pluck her cherry.”
Juliet dissolved in a fit of helpless giggles. “Good heavens! I’ve never heard such language!”
Having locked the door, Will pocketed the key. “And I have never seen a more succulent plum.”
Her sex was swollen, pink, and drenched with sweet juice. Will could scarcely control the need to dive into it, face first. Licking his lips, he moved closer to kneel at her hip.
The scent of her arousal engulfed him as he pulled up her skirt. Burying his face between her thighs, he swiped his tongue over her soft folds, lapping up her sweet cream before delving deeper, seeking the heart of her desire. Her stifled gasp told him he’d found the right spot, and he set about pleasuring the fleshy bud.
Gripping the back of his head, Juliet pressed his mouth against her wet cunt. “That feels so good, Will. Please, don’t stop.”
Nick’s cock sprang up as he pushed his breeches down past his knees. “Now, now, my love, you need to phrase that differently in order to fully arouse our dear William. Something along the lines of ‘lick my fucking cunt.’ Such language does truly marvelous things to him.”
Juliet’s fingers slid through his hair in a gentle caress, quite unlike the rough edge to her voice as she followed Rotherford’s advice. Such coarse words on the lips of a lady sent a surge of lust hurtling to his groin. His balls grew strangely heavy, his prick so tight he feared the skin would split.
As Nick eased up between Juliet’s legs to tease her pussy with the head of his cock, Will took a moment to sip the sauce oozing from his master’s penis. Both tasted delightful, but when he resumed his attentions to her sex, the combination of flavors was nothing short of orgasmic.
“My dear Juliet,” Nick whispered as he eased his rod between her engorged labia. “You are ours now—to love and to cherish—although this may hurt just a bit.”
“I do not care if it hurts,” Juliet declared. “Any pain you might cause cannot be any worse than the ache inside me.”
“That ache,” Nick said, “just so happens to be something I can remedy.”
Suckling her clitoris gave William a close-up view of Nick’s penis gliding slowly into Juliet’s cunt. His careful advance and retreat coated his shaft with her glistening moisture and made soft, sucking sounds.
“Yes, Nick. Stick it in her cunt. Fuck her for me—hard and deep.”
The next sweep of his tongue over Juliet’s nub had her body contracting in orgasmic fury. Her hips bucked up off the velvet upholstery, slamming her pussy into his face and completely dislodging Nick from her sheath.
Nick nodded his approval. “Good work, Will. Now watch as I fuck our bride.”
Juliet gave her head a violent shake. “No! I want to suck his cock. Put it in my mouth, William. Now.”
Needing no further encouragement, Will leaped to his feet to stand behind her head. Gripping his cock, he aimed it downward, placing the tip on the seam of her lips as he gave his shaft a hard squeeze. A large droplet of syrup bathed her mouth as she opened for him. He slid inside, and her lips closed over the head, sending shivers of delight racing up his spine. Juliet tongued his prick as though she’d been doing it for years, her occasional moan betraying her enjoyment of the act.
Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he set his nuts swaying back and forth over her face. Her skin was soft against his sac, and her warm exhales created a tickling sensation that had him clenching his buttocks together. He dearly loved having his arse fucked, but his prick in the mouth of a beautiful lady was nothing short of heavenly.
Her arms arched up and back, and Will held his breath, praying she would do what he craved. A stinging slap, followed by her nails sinking into his flesh sent a snarl rising up from his throat. “Oh, yes, my lady,” he breathed. “Punish me for making you suck my cock.”
Digging her nails in deeper, she urged him to move, rocking him forward and down, then back again. Another slap followed, and William took the hint, undulating his hips to glide his penis in and out of her mouth.
“I do believe she likes having her face fucked, William—almost as much as she enjoys having a prick in her cunt.” Nick’s voice was barely a murmur, his eyes half-closed in bliss as he pumped his meat into their lady’s succulent body. “Kiss me, Will…kiss me while we both have our cocks buried deep inside our dear Juliet.”