Vines, Ella - Camille's Seduction [Dukes of Desire 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Ella Vines

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    “I won’t.” She took the rest of his engorged member in her mouth, teasing him with her tongue and moaning as she cupped his balls in her hands. Camille sucked and stroked in rhythm as he gripped her hair.
    “I’m going to come. I can’t take it anymore.” Hot jizz spilled out of him, and Camille swallowed it down. She secured him back into the breeches and stood up.
    “That was goodbye.” She kissed him, making him taste his own saltiness.
    “I never want to leave you.” He gazed into her eyes, caressing her cheek.
    “Then come back soon.” They walked back to the house together.

    * * * *

    Camille ate dinner alone, knowing Mortimer had left the Hall as part of his ruse. She retired to her room, choosing a lacy, white chemise to wear to bed. Her hair cascaded down her neck in ringlets. She picked up a book of poetry from the bookshelf in the bedroom, but she could hardly keep her mind upon nymphs and lovers of the poetic sort. Camille grew wet thinking about Mortimer’s thick, huge cock, bigger than any man’s she had seen. She touched herself under the sheets as she heard a knock on the door. Mortimer stood before her, stark naked.
    “Oh my...”
    “Do you like me au naturel ?” He turned for her, showing her his strong, muscle-bound body. He had something in his hand, but she couldn’t see what. He put it on the dresser away from her.
    “Yes,” Camille whispered, feeling shy with him. His body overwhelmed and intimidated her.
    “Good. I want only to please my little wench.” His cock rose to half mast as she pulled the sheets down so he could see her chemise.
    “So sexy you are, and a bad girl, too.”
    “I suppose I am, but it's your fault.” Camille closed her eyes, wondering what he had planned for her.
    “Lie back and relax.” She felt him climb onto the bed, and heat invaded her body at the thought of him beside her.
    She felt him grab her wrists. He tied them with something silky to the bedposts. Camille whimpered, frightened a bit but already slippery between her legs.
    “That sweet pussy is all mine, and I’m going to show you who your master is tonight. Say my name, slut.”
    “Mortimer.” Her voice shook.
    “That’s right.” She felt hands rip into her chemise, tearing it at the bodice as she gasped at the violence.
    “Please...”
    “I’m not going to hurt you.” The sensation of being tied and helpless was a new one to her, and Camille swallowed, nervous.
    “I trust you.” And she realized she did.
    “Good.” His lips were on her nipples as he straddled her, the heat of his body resting on top of her.
    “I’ve been wanting to get between your tits since I saw Knoll do it. The idea drives me wild.” Camille groaned at the idea of his thick, tanned cock between her breasts. Her cunt tingled as Mortimer massaged a thick, oily substance on her breasts.
    “Butter makes everything better. Don’t you agree, my little slut?”
    “Yes.” Camille thrashed as Mortimer squeezed her breasts in his hands, touching her erect and sensitive nipples. He slid his cock between her tits, and she noticed how much thicker it was than Knoll’s. She moaned with arousal.
    “You like my monstrous cock between your pretty tits, don’t you? Whose tits are these?” He slid slowly up and down between her breasts as his fingers played over her nipples, sending darts of pleasure through her body.
    “Yours.”
    “Whose? Say my name, slut.”
    “Mortimer’s.”
    “That’s better. I want to be the one you dream of tying you up and doing unspeakable things to you.” Camille licked her lips, saying nothing.
    “That’s right, wench. Get that pretty mouth ready for my cock or whatever I have planned for you.” Mortimer laughed, speeding up in the space between her breasts.
    “I’m going to come. I knew it wouldn’t be long since it’s all I’ve thought about lately. Where do you want me to put it, my sweet slut?” Camille moaned.
    “My face. I want you to