Under A Duke's Hand by Annabel Joseph

when I used my mouth on you?”
    “I’m not...” She swallowed hard. “I’m not
made like you. I don’t understand...what you expect.”
    “I’ll show you.” He tried to be
matter-of-fact about it. Yes, he had a big cock, and yes, even the
ladies at Pearl’s sometimes balked about fellating him, but he
would be gentle with an innocent like her. He trailed a thumb along
her chin and nudged her lips apart. “Just lick the tip of it to
begin. Get it nice and wet, so your tongue can slip around the
crown.”
    She balked, until he pressed himself to her
lips and took away her choice. He held the bedframe with one hand
and her face with the other, so she couldn’t shrink away. She gave
a tentative lick or two. Ah, God. Rapture.
    “That’s right,” he said, pressing deeper.
“It’s not so hard, is it? No, be careful not to use your teeth.
Wrap your lips around me as I push into your mouth.”
    Through some innate skill, or some miracle,
she provided the perfect degree of suction as he eased between her
lips. Her tongue teased along the underside of his cock. Exquisite.
Heavenly. Marvelous. “You have no idea how wonderful that feels,”
he said.
    He pressed deeper still. He shouldn’t have,
but she looked so tantalizing peering up at him with her lips
stretched around his cock. She choked at the intrusion, and her
eyes watered. He withdrew at once and stroked her cheek. “That was
too much for a beginner. I apologize. Why don’t you lick it some
more, and cup my balls in your palm?” He showed her what he meant,
placing her hand at the base of his cock. His fingers covered hers,
guiding her when she was too tentative.
    “Do you remember how I moved my tongue over
your pussy, over your sensitive little pearl? How I sucked it and
flicked it? Even though my cock is bigger, you can do those sorts
of things too.”
    His wife complied, her technique sloppy and
disorganized. It thrilled him all the same. Pleasure settled in his
balls, a tensing urgency born of her submission. “Open for me
again, love. You’re doing so well. I’m so close to coming off.”
    She screwed her eyes shut and opened her
mouth, and again treated him to that perfect suction. He eased his
cock between her lips, being careful not to push too deep. He would
not be that husband, even if every last nerve screamed at
him to thrust into her throat to the hilt. He stroked himself as
she sucked him, and sighed as her tongue teased the tip. In his
rising excitement, his fingers curled into her hair and tightened
against her scalp.
    “Oh. God. Yes.” He couldn’t utter more than
one word at a time. With a growl, he withdrew from her mouth and
pumped his shaft, spilling his seed onto the front of her shift. He
couldn’t imagine what she thought of this, but it had seemed a
better idea than spending without warning in her mouth.
    “Good girl,” he said. “You made me come.”
    “Oh.” She sat frozen, staring up at him.
    “You did that very well, especially for a
beginner. Or...” He feigned suspicion. “Have you done that
before?”
    “No, never,” she insisted primly.
    He leaned to kiss her mouth, which he was
certain had never sucked another cock. “I’m teasing. I know it was
your first time, and you did beautifully. It felt very
pleasurable.”
    “Oh,” she said again, looking down at the
sticky mess on her bodice.
    “I suppose you will want another shift. Why
don’t we take that one off?”
    She agreed that would be a good idea,
although she seemed reluctant to touch it. He helped lift the now
not-so-innocent garment over her head, taking care not to get any
of the musky fluid in her hair. He threw it aside and wiped his
hands on his thighs.
    “It’s better if my seed goes inside you,” he
said. “You can’t make babies any other way. I suppose we must have
relations again in a while, so I can come inside you as I ought
to.”
    “I’m not sure we ought to indulge in so many
carnal activities in one night.”
    “Don’t