Page 51 of The Duke's Virgin

The request didn’t make sense at first. Finally, processing them through a haze of thought, I waved at my purse, which I’d dumped on the floor next to my suitcases.

He left me, and I felt his absence far too keenly.

He came back quickly, but the ache inside didn’t think so, hunger already a ravenous monster. He tugged me up, urging me with his hands on my hips, then turning me. He boosted me back onto the bed and pushed gently until I was lying flat.

With slow, deliberate movements, he pushed my knees apart until I lay spread open before him.

I’d never felt so exposed, so vulnerable.

He could tell, too. I knew it in the way he stared me in the eye for long moments before letting his gaze caress me and slide down along my torso, straight down to the wet folds between my thighs.

“Look at how wet you are for me,” he muttered, the words so low and quiet, I barely heard him.

He picked up something from the bed. He tore a condom open, and my heart stuttered as I realized his fingers were shaking.

Yes, I wanted him to the point that ithurt, but maybe this got to him too. He was shaking, after all.

Then I had no time left to think about it because he covered me.

Sixteen

Luka

Her eyes,the soft blue hazy and unfocused, locked on my face as I filled her. She saw too deeply, and there were things inside me that I couldn’t risk her knowing. Desperate to be away from that insightful gaze, I cupped her chin, arched her head back and took her mouth.

She moaned into it, arching closer, her tight nipples rasping against my chest.

I went to withdraw, and her pussy tightened around me as if she’d hold me inside forever. The idea was all too appealing.

I gripped her hip, holding her steady as I withdrew before thrusting deeper.

She sobbed into the kiss, her nails biting into my shoulders.

Through the slick, thin material of the condom, I felt the heat of her cunt, and the honey from her pussy slicked all over me now as well. I wanted more of that, more of her, and the orgasm was already pushing closer.

Swearing, I rolled onto my back and urged her up into a sitting position until she rode me.

She gave me a startled look that slowly melted into one of rapture as she had time to absorb the different angles. Her mouth parted on anoh,although no sound came out.

I caught her hips and urged her to move. “Ride me,” I told her. Then, desperate to keep the hot frenzy inside me from growing any more complex, I managed a smug grin. “You’ve read books after all.”

She didn’t smile back, lids fluttering low as she shifted, then leaned forward, her hands on my shoulders as she started to move, slowly at first, hesitant. Soon, though, her movements became fluid and easy as she found her rhythm, and the feel of her milking my cock, the sight as she rose above me, pleasuring us both as she rode me was an erotic sight I’d carry with me a lifetime.

Gripping her waist, I slid my hands up her sides, then plumped her tits together, watching as dark pink nipples pushed through her hair. I caught them between thumb and forefinger and felt her reaction, from the way her body tensed to the way her cunt tightened around me, giving me another full-length caress.

I tugged, and she cried out, shoving herself against me.

Fuck, the things I wanted to do to her.

Flipping us back over, I caught her right breast in my hand and shoved her nipple up for my feasting, taking it between my teeth and drawing it slowly away from her body.

Stacia set her nails into my shoulders, wrapped her thighs around my hips, clearly not wanting to let me withdraw. I reached out, unhooked her ankles, then caught one knee over my right elbow, moving higher on her body so that her ass now tilted up, deepening the angle. Impaled on my cock, she whimpered, spine arching. I hunkered over her, directing my attention to her left nipple this time.

She sobbed my name, and I withdrew slowly, bit by bit, until only the head was lodged inside. I sank back in partway, then withdrew again. Almost completely.

She shuddered, her pussy spasming now, so tight it was a chore to fill her, but what bliss it was to finally have her completely wrapped around me. I stayed within her this time, rocking back and forth, using my body to massage her clit and taking the cues from her reactions to see when I’d hit that spot buried inside her cunt.

She went taut as a bowstring when I hit it, the head of my cock bumping over it. “That’s it there, isn’t it, love?” Sweat stung my eyes, but I ignored it, watching her as her mouth fell open, a soundless noise escaping her. I bit her lower lip and began to move, keeping the thrusts short and rough, angled so that I hit her G-spot each time.

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