The Duke's Masked Wife 2: The Prince's Outcast Bride
Chapter 113: Closer (3)

Chapter 113: Closer (3)

Warning! Mature content.

Penelope’s current surge of confidence was enough to make her so daring as to taste him again. She was too inexperienced for what she was about to do, and there were thoughts about how bad she could be at this, but Penelope decided to go along with it.

Only when she tried could she learn.

Penelope’s cheeks felt warm as she licked him, just enough to have a peculiar taste linger on her tongue.

She felt him pulsating in the palm of her hand and taking it as a sign that he liked it, Penelope leaned forward so she could engulf his length into her mouth.

Penelope was thankful that she could not accidentally meet his gaze as she did this. How would she appear in his eyes?

Would this make her any less of a lady?’

Penelope removed her right hand from his length to shyly tuck her hair behind her ear.

Why wasn’t Tyrion speaking? Why wasn’t he telling her what to do?

Penelope was bold to take him into her mouth, but she was still very much clueless about what to do from here.

She didn’t want to hurt him.

Penelope pulled away, having to look at him to see what was wrong. It was now that she saw how much of a daze Tyrion was in, though she had not done anything in her eyes.

Was it this pleasing for men?

Penelope instantly remembered how she felt when his head was settled between her thighs and his tongue touching her. She understood just how Tyrion felt.

"Weren’t you the one who said that I must speak? I need you to speak right now to tell me what to do," said Penelope.

Was it awful that they were both inexperienced?

Tyrion took a deep breath, still trying his best not to create a mess on Penelope when she had only just started.

Penelope looked so innocent before him, with her eyes pleading with him to say what the next step was.

No matter how much she had prepared for this night, Penelope remained unaware of what she did to him. She was unaware of what he felt and the things he wanted to do to her.

He was close to pulling her up on his lap and burying himself deep inside of her.

Tyrion’s patience was slipping fast, but there was still some self-control left to help Penelope finish the task at hand.

"Move your hands along with the rhythm, you take me into your mouth. Don’t take more than you can bear with or you’ll choke, and be careful with your teeth. Go at a pace you are comfortable with," Tyrion said, gritting his teeth when she touched him again.

Tyrion didn’t know whether it was good or bad that Penelope was such a fast learner.

Her lips wrapped around his length, and her head soon bobbed as she took as much as she could fight into her mouth while her hands followed her rhythm.

Penelope followed every instruction he gave her carefully. Her hands gripped him as they slid down, and she was careful not to pierce him with her teeth.

The final straw for Tyrion was hearing Penelope moan. The sound of her voice tickled him.

Tyrion couldn’t keep his hands off her anymore, so he placed them in her beautiful hair, helping to guide her to take more of him at a faster pace.

"Penelope."

Penelope’s confidence grew even more when she heard her name said by Tyrion. She had been nervous for nothing.

Penelope blushed, embarrassed that she enjoyed the feel of his fingers in her hair.

"Penelope, you must move," she heard from above her.

Penelope pulled away, in fear that it had all gone wrong, but as she sat back, she witnessed what he was trying to keep her from.

"Oh," Penelope looked away.

She felt something warm drip onto her foot, but she didn’t pay it any mind. Penelope wiped her mouth. Was she to clean up before they continued?

Before Penelope got lost in her thoughts, Tyrion got off the bed momentarily to pick her up and seat her on his lap.

Penelope poked at his chest. "Did you like it?" She asked.

Tyrion responded by kissing Penelope. His actions would speak far louder than his words right now.

Penelope knew quite well that he liked it, so he wouldn’t play this game with her.

Tyrion’s right hand went straight to her hair, curling a long lock of hair around his finger while his left hand rested on her exposed back before moving to search for how he would take off her dress.

Penelope looked lovely in her dress, but Tyrion was ready to see her out of it.

Tyrion shortened the kiss, moving down the side of her face to leave kisses as he made his way down to her neck. A faint scent of flowers lingered on her skin.

Tyrion left many kisses, claiming every inch of her body.

When he could not find where to loosen her dress, a ripping sound filled the room.

Penelope gasped, startled by the sound. "You didn’t," she said, hoping Tyrion hadn’t torn her dress. "How could you be so impatient? Oh," she stopped, feeling his hardness beneath her.

How could it be so after he had just spilt so much of his seed before her?

If he was so quick to become like that again, how many times would he want to have her tonight?

Tyrion was far more energetic than Penelope because of his intense training. How was she to keep up with him?

"Ow," Penelope winced, her hand covering where Tyrion bit her. "What was that for?"

"You are lost in your thoughts. Now is the time to focus on me, or I might have to punish you for becoming distracted. I’ll buy you another," Tyrion offered as he removed the ruined nightgown. "You can send for the dressmaker to make many more of these. Don’t hide now."

Penelope didn’t mean to cover her breast with her hands. It was merely out of instinct, and once Tyrion pointed it out, she lowered her hands.

Penelope clung to Tyrion when he stood with her in his arms and turned around so that he would face the bed before he set her down to lie on her back.

Tyrion helped Penelope out of her dress, and this time, he tossed her dress to the side so nothing would be covered.

From the bed, Penelope watched as Tyrion removed the last of his clothing and then came toward her on the bed.

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