FIFTEEN

ADALENE’S LEFT HAND traced the impressive outline of his shaft, the skin hot and throbbing, filled with blood’s life force in the inside. she could only feel respect for it. As much as she knew of a man’s member from what was told by giggling cousins, she knew if she described the Baron’s c*ck to them, they would all sigh in envy.

But she wouldn’t. She just thought so. She could let no one else have a glimpse, even just through description, of any part of the baron’s body.

His cock was beautiful and as virile as its owner, standing tall and erect and strong, much like an aristocrat itself.

And she claimed it hers to pleasure now until the Baron deemed so.

He inhaled sharply when she lowered her mouth to it to kiss it sweetly on its head before testing its width with her lips, grateful she had already lost her hat to the couch and it was out of the way. She heard him hiss as she slowly lowered her mouth over his, and she suddenly felt a need to taste him that had nothing to do with p