Page 134 of Reluctantly Rogue

I slide one hand into his hair, gripping tightly. I feel wanted and dirty, spread out on his lap, completely naked while he’s dressed, having not even taken off his shoes.

But I know this is only the beginning of the wonderful things he has planned for me tonight.

“Okay,” he says huskily against my breast. “This pretty, greedy pussy is going to clamp down and come all over my fingers. You’re going to make my hand all sweet and messy. Then we’re going to work on number two.”

“Number two better involve you being naked, too.”

He keeps thrusting in and out of me, the pleasure winding tighter and tighter. “What would you do if you got me naked?”

“Look at you. Touch you all over. Run my tongue all over your body,” I say, not even really thinking about the words before they emerge.

He gives a low groan. “I don’t think you even know what you’re talking about, but fuck, I want all of that too.”

I rotate my hips against his hand, and he picks up the pace of his thrusts, circling my clit, curling his fingers against my G-spot, and saying, “Let me feel it, Duchess, grip my fingers, spill that sweetness all over me.”

I let myself go, feeling the tight coil clench and then release, my orgasm coming from deep within me, spreading out hot and fast and pulling me under.

“Yes! Jonah!”

“Fuck, you are beautiful when you come. I love hearing my name come from your mouth.” Then his hand is at the back of my neck and he’s pulling me in for a deep, hot kiss.

He takes my mouth, his tongue sliding against mine with rhythmic thrusts just like his fingers between my legs. Slowly, the ripples of pleasure wane and he slips his fingers from my pussy, lifting them to his mouth and licking them clean.

“That’s number one.”

“How many before I get you inside me?” I ask.

“Jesus, you’re gonna kill me.”

I lift both brows. “You sure say that a lot for a guy who is sitting here, big and hot and hard and very alive.”

He pulls me in for another kiss, a slow, hot one this time. When he lets me go, he rests his forehead against mine. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this alive, Duchess.”

I smile. I love how sweet he can be even in these hot as hell moments.

“Can you please get naked?” I ask him.

“I do love when you beg.” He starts unbuttoning his shirt while my hands drop to the front of his pants. I start working on the button and zipper of his jeans. He’s so hard behind the fly and I take a moment to run my hand over the huge bulge. He sucks in a sharp breath.

“You’re so big,” I say with wonder.

“Worried about the fit?” he asks with a smirk.

I tip my head. “No.”

He laughs. “No?”

“Of course it will fit. That’s what it’s all made for.”

He squeezes my ass and laughs again. “You’re right. It’s gonna be a hell of a lot of fun getting into this tight, sweet little cunt. But it’s gonna fit.”

I swear every muscle in my body clenches. I love the dirty talk.

I stroke my palm up and down his length through the denim, watching my hand. “It’s going to hurt a little though, isn’t it?”

“It’s been areallylong time since I’ve been with a virgin. But yeah, a little probably. I promise to make it good for you though, Duchess.”

“Of course you will.” I look up at him. “You’re all about making me feel good and taking care of me.”

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