protested. Having helped to raise the Duke since he was a small boy, Sinclair knew she felt the freedom to speak her mind.
“No? And how do you suppose my life is going to change? By a woman from across the seas? It is nonsense, I tell you. Now go. I wish to be alone.”
Nettie sighed heavily, but turned to do as she was bid, but not before offering one last comment. “I would not be so quick to dismiss something that could possibly come true, Your Grace.”
* * * * *
She was crazy, could only be described as certifiable, but as Carla got ready for bed after Jenny left, she couldn’t keep from smiling. She was going to England…without telling dear old Mom. How rebellious of her. She was sure she’d have literally hundreds of messages from her disgruntled mother by the time she returned.
Her luggage was already stashed by the front door and she’d left a message at the firm where she worked informing them she wouldn’t be in for a week. More than likely, her colleagues would assume someone had died. That was the only time Carla took time off from work.
Until now.
Still grinning, she slipped out of her clothes and climbed nude beneath the scented sheets, tucking the comforter around her legs. Visions of courtly English gentlemen danced in her head and she sighed with pleasure. A vacation. It was about damned time.
And she’d always had a thing for men with accents, especially Englishmen. Although she wasn’t intending this vacation to be about sex, she certainly wouldn’t mind hooking up with an upright member of royalty for just one evening. As the scene played out in her mind, she began to stroke her breasts, massaging the mounds until the familiar tingling began in her abdomen. The nipples peaked and she damped one finger with her tongue and drew lazy circles around the taut nub on each breast.
Eyes closed, she envisioned an attractive man with a dimple in his cheek approaching her. Her breath escaped on a sigh and one hand traveled lower, dipping beneath the sheet to touch the downy nest of curls covering her pussy. Shivering with anticipation, she parted her lips gently and began to stroke the crease.
Her heartbeat accelerated as she touched her clit ever so gently, just a slight press of the pad of her index finger, but enough to make her muscles twitch. She wondered if this Englishman she hoped to meet would be too much of a gentleman to eat pussy. God, she missed the feel of a tongue stroking her there, suckling her clit until she writhed in ecstasy upon the bed.
Carla wouldn’t deny that she loved oral sex, giving and receiving. She loved the feel of it, the taste of it, everything about it. Even Jenny thought she was a bit weird because Carla swallowed. But she liked the power it gave it, the feeling of sucking a man’s dick and knowing she could make him come. Tickling his balls and hearing his gasps of pleasure always drove her wild.
And the sweet abandon of having a man’s tongue settle between her thighs, licking at her juices and pressing so hard against her clit that the orgasm left her exhausted, well, that was just perfect.
Giddy with anticipation and the memories, she reached inside the drawer of the nightstand beside her bed, withdrawing her nightly companion, a silver-plated bullet she’d bought on the Internet for less than twenty dollars. Ever since it had arrived at her house in a discreet, brown envelope, it had rapidly become her favorite toy.
Clicking the switch on the battery pack, she smiled as the tiny, silver bullet whirred to life. The vibrations against her palm kicked up her anticipation and Carla slipped her hand beneath the sheets. Parting her legs, she ran the cold steel over the lips of her pussy. Quivering, she moaned and brought her knees up, pressing her feet flat against the mattress.
The bullet slipped deep into her slick valley and Carla jumped as the sensations raced down her spine.
She clenched her fingers around the gadget and brought it into direct
“No? And how do you suppose my life is going to change? By a woman from across the seas? It is nonsense, I tell you. Now go. I wish to be alone.”
Nettie sighed heavily, but turned to do as she was bid, but not before offering one last comment. “I would not be so quick to dismiss something that could possibly come true, Your Grace.”
* * * * *
She was crazy, could only be described as certifiable, but as Carla got ready for bed after Jenny left, she couldn’t keep from smiling. She was going to England…without telling dear old Mom. How rebellious of her. She was sure she’d have literally hundreds of messages from her disgruntled mother by the time she returned.
Her luggage was already stashed by the front door and she’d left a message at the firm where she worked informing them she wouldn’t be in for a week. More than likely, her colleagues would assume someone had died. That was the only time Carla took time off from work.
Until now.
Still grinning, she slipped out of her clothes and climbed nude beneath the scented sheets, tucking the comforter around her legs. Visions of courtly English gentlemen danced in her head and she sighed with pleasure. A vacation. It was about damned time.
And she’d always had a thing for men with accents, especially Englishmen. Although she wasn’t intending this vacation to be about sex, she certainly wouldn’t mind hooking up with an upright member of royalty for just one evening. As the scene played out in her mind, she began to stroke her breasts, massaging the mounds until the familiar tingling began in her abdomen. The nipples peaked and she damped one finger with her tongue and drew lazy circles around the taut nub on each breast.
Eyes closed, she envisioned an attractive man with a dimple in his cheek approaching her. Her breath escaped on a sigh and one hand traveled lower, dipping beneath the sheet to touch the downy nest of curls covering her pussy. Shivering with anticipation, she parted her lips gently and began to stroke the crease.
Her heartbeat accelerated as she touched her clit ever so gently, just a slight press of the pad of her index finger, but enough to make her muscles twitch. She wondered if this Englishman she hoped to meet would be too much of a gentleman to eat pussy. God, she missed the feel of a tongue stroking her there, suckling her clit until she writhed in ecstasy upon the bed.
Carla wouldn’t deny that she loved oral sex, giving and receiving. She loved the feel of it, the taste of it, everything about it. Even Jenny thought she was a bit weird because Carla swallowed. But she liked the power it gave it, the feeling of sucking a man’s dick and knowing she could make him come. Tickling his balls and hearing his gasps of pleasure always drove her wild.
And the sweet abandon of having a man’s tongue settle between her thighs, licking at her juices and pressing so hard against her clit that the orgasm left her exhausted, well, that was just perfect.
Giddy with anticipation and the memories, she reached inside the drawer of the nightstand beside her bed, withdrawing her nightly companion, a silver-plated bullet she’d bought on the Internet for less than twenty dollars. Ever since it had arrived at her house in a discreet, brown envelope, it had rapidly become her favorite toy.
Clicking the switch on the battery pack, she smiled as the tiny, silver bullet whirred to life. The vibrations against her palm kicked up her anticipation and Carla slipped her hand beneath the sheets. Parting her legs, she ran the cold steel over the lips of her pussy. Quivering, she moaned and brought her knees up, pressing her feet flat against the mattress.
The bullet slipped deep into her slick valley and Carla jumped as the sensations raced down her spine.
She clenched her fingers around the gadget and brought it into direct
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