An Improper Governess: An Improper Liaisons Novella, Book 2 by Amy Rose Bennett Page B

sweetheart,” he rasped. He withdrew slowly, the delicious friction setting every nerve in his cock alight. And then he slammed back into her.
    “Yes,” Abigail hissed. She gripped his shoulders so tightly, he was sure her nails drew blood. “Do that again. Harder.”
    “It would be,” Nicholas grated out, “my pleasure.” Unable to contain his own desperate need, he ruthlessly pumped his cock in and out of Abigail, increasing the pace of their unbridled coupling. Had fucking ever felt this good?
    He doubted it. Nevertheless, his conscience howled at him to stop. He’d assured Abigail that he’d make every effort to prevent getting her with child. If he didn’t pull out now, he’d surely spend his seed inside her. Determined to do the right thing, even though it might kill him, he gritted his teeth, and ceased thrusting.
    And at that very same moment, Abigail let out a hoarse cry and climaxed.
    Jesus Christ, save me. The overpowering urge to let go was almost irresistible but somehow Nicholas rode out the storm. His chest heaving, his thighs shaking, he buried his face in Abigail’s shoulder. The sensation of her cunt clenching around him in orgasm was the most exquisite of tortures. She might be his mistress but he wouldn’t betray her trust.
    “You... You didn’t finish,” Abigail whispered at length, her breath hot against his cheek.
    “No.” Nicholas raised his head and gently kissed her lips. “It isn’t lost on me, how much you risk to live a life like this. It’s difficult to withdraw in this position so I stopped.”
    Abigail stroked his jaw. Instead of a satisfied smile, a frown creased her brow. “Thank you... Your consideration means more than I can say.” She leaned in and kissed the place where her fingers had just touched. “You must be in agony. Would you like me to use my mouth on you again?”
    Nicholas’s balls tightened, aching to be emptied, but nevertheless he held on. He was determined to fuck her hard and fast and deep until he came. “No, you don’t need to do that, sweetheart. But perhaps we could move to the bed.”
    “Or the floor.” Abigail nodded toward the fire. “That Persian rug looks awfully plush. And it’s much closer.”
    Nicholas lashed one arm around her waist to secure his hold on her. “You wound me, Miss Adams,” he admonished as he turned around. “You clearly still doubt my virility.”
    Abigail’s lush, ripe-as-a-summer-peach mouth, curved into smile. “After what we just did? Never.”
    Nicholas carried her farther into the room. She might be tall, but she was also slender and he had no trouble at all supporting her delicately-boned frame. With her still impaled on his rigid cock, he slid her onto the burgundy velvet of a nearby chaise longue .
    Taking his weight on one elbow, he stared down at her lovely face, flushed with satisfaction. In the flickering light from the fire, her tumbling hair was a beautiful burnished copper-brown and her hazel eyes, still dazed with the pleasure, glowed like molten honey. “Do you know how beautiful you are, my sweet, Abigail?” Bending his head, he laved one impudently puckered nipple then the other. “I could stay inside you all day. And night.”
    Abigail gave a throaty laugh and her inner passage rippled around him, nearly unmanning him. “I’m sure you’d get bored.”
    Bracing himself on his forearms, he withdrew on a long, torturous glide then surged forward. “Never.”
    And that’s when the ravening need inside him took hold once more, completely obliterating his control. Burying his face in the curve of Abigail’s sweet neck, he pounded in and out of her slick tight pussy, over and over again like a man possessed.
    Yet somehow, Abigail kept up with his punishing pace, met him thrust for thrust with a wild desperation that matched his own. Hooking her stocking-clad legs around his sweat-slickened buttocks, she urged him on with gasped words of praise and encouragement— Yes, that’s it...