The Duke's Masked Wife 2: The Prince's Outcast Bride - Chapter 432

Chapter 432: Satisfied (3)
Warning! Mature content below.

“You’re cruel,” Penelope spoke softly.

Tyrion kissed Penelope’s cheek. “For giving you what you wanted? You looked impatient. Don’t tire yourself out so fast.”

“I am not tired,” Penelope said, though momentarily she lost the energy to move. “What are you waiting for? Once we arrive at the estate, it’s over for you.”

“Is that so?” Tyrion asked, certain these plans would change.

Tyrion pushed Penelope to take more of him. He moved slowly, allowing her to experience every second and every inch of being connected again.

Penelope’s nails poked at his shoulder, but they did not dig into his skin.

“It seems you prefer this position best-”

Penelope covered Tyrion’s mouth with her hand. “Could you not speak of this?” She asked, looking back as though Damien could hear them.

Tyrion took the chance to lick Penelope’s hand.

“If you don’t speak of it with me, who will you speak of it to? Keep to yourself? Hmm?”

Penelope closed her eyes when Tyrion thrusted inside her, leaving a feeling as though he had knocked all the wind out of her.

“Tell me honestly. What position do you like most? I know the books gifted to you, so don’t play innocent,” Tyrion said, his left hand sliding down to grab her buttocks.

Penelope’s eyes remained closed. She tried to focus only on where their bodies were connected, but Tyrion didn’t want to be silent.

“I, I didn’t read them,” Penelope answered. “Wait!” She gasped.

Penelope opened her eyes to stare at Tyrion.

How did he find it so fast?

“It’s not good for us to lie to each other. I notice when the book moves, and it’s not Matilda doing it. Tell me, and I’ll satisfy you with it now. There’s enough space,” Tyrion said.

Penelope joined Tyrion’s rhythm. She didn’t need him to guide her anymore.

Penelope ignored Tyrion’s question. If he knew her as well as he claimed, then he did not need her help for the answer.

Penelope didn’t need Tyrion to move. She could do it herself and have the same satisfaction.

Tyrion didn’t move. Instead, he sat back, taking in the view of Penelope having her way with him. His veins became more visible the more he restrained himself from shifting their bodies and having Penelope on the cushion beneath them.

Tyrion was going to get his answer, but for a short moment, he wanted to enjoy Penelope riding him.

Penelope’s hair was no different from the blinds they used to block the outside world from seeing what they did now. Her long strands of hair covered her chest, only revealing what was hidden behind them when Penelope moved.

Tyrion brushed Penelope’s hair over her shoulders, a small action which made her stop.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Tyrion asked, his eyes locking with Penelope’s.

Penelope bit her lip.

Why was she ready to melt for him when he used a similar tone he used when commanding the guards? The only difference was that this tone was a bit softer yet still very commanding.

Penelope stared at Tyrion, wanting to hear it again. A wave of shivers travelled across her body as she thought of hearing his authoritative tone whilst he wore his uniform.

Penelope’s cheeks became flushed, so she looked away from him.

“No,” Tyrion said, palming her face and turning her to look at him. “No more secrets. Tell me what is that you are imagining. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I am your husband.”

Tyrion was willing to fulfil whatever desires Penelope had, no matter how confusing they would be to him. No matter if it would make the women in brothels blush.

For Penelope, Tyrion would try all that he was unfamiliar with just so he could satisfy her fantasies.

“I like your voice just now. Why do you only order around the guards like this?” Penelope asked, snapping out of her thoughts.

Tyrion’s eyes widened.

Penelope’s response surprised him since he knew that if he ever tried to order Penelope around, she would let him have it. Perhaps, only in this instance could he get away with it.

Tyrion smiled. “I see,” he said, thinking of her interest in his uniform. “You become the opposite like this. Move, Penelope. We don’t have time, remember?”

Penelope glared at Tyrion for using her own words against her, but she, too, needed to feel all of him inside her again.

Penelope’s fingers slipped into the short strands of hair at the back of Tyrion’s head. She started to move once more, placing herself in the earlier ecstasy she experienced.

As if they had never stopped, Tyrion’s length reached where Penelope’s toes curled, and the feeling of butterflies settled in her belly.

Penelope nestled herself onto Tyrion’s lap, his member reaching deep inside of her. She bit her lip in an effort not to let her voice travel to the outside of the carriage, but it was too late for this.

Penelope shuddered when Tyrion palmed her breast, and shortly followed by taking the other into his mouth as if returning a favour for what she had done for him.

Soon, the carriage became filled with the sounds of skin slapping each other and the moans from the couple.

Penelope shook her head, deciding not to keep up her struggle of holding back her voice.

After all, this was what married couples did.

Penelope’s voice, loud and clear in his ear, pulled Tyrion away from fondling her breast to wrap his arms around her waist. His lips were soon on Penelope’s, muffling her moans.

Penelope was forced to lean back due to the power of Tyrion pushing forward to kiss her, but she didn’t fall. She couldn’t fall with the grip he had on her.

“Tyrion,” Penelope whispered her name between kisses.

She was close.

Penelope clung to Tyrion for dear life and returned the same passion he poured into the kiss. Their breath mixed with each other’s due to their closeness. Their bodies shared warmth.

Penelope was the first one to give in, but Tyrion wasn’t far behind.

Before they could enjoy the end of their heated moment of passion, the carriage hit a bump in the road, sending them from their seat.

Tyrion held onto Penelope as they went down. He grabbed the seat quickly to prevent his body from crashing down on Penelope’s. Once Penelope was settled onto the floor, he kept his weight off of her.

Penelope laughed, humoured by their new position. She knew from the start they would end up on the floor.

Penelope didn’t want the fall to ruin their time. “This is a good place to continue,” she said, yearning for more.