Page 77 of The Duke's Virgin

“Look at that,” he whispered.

I did, even though I didn’t think it was one of his…decrees. My heart stuttered at the sight, and I was overwhelmed by how erotic it was, simply watching as I stroked a finger across my clit, then down lower, through the wetness slicking my pussy. Was it because he watched? Or because hewanted?

“Come here.”

I looked back at Luka and saw him watching me, flags of color riding high on his cheekbones. My muscles quivered as I walked to him. He caught my wrist and brought my hand up, closing his lips around my finger, the one I’d used to touch myself.

“Sweet…”

He curled his tongue around me and sucked, finally letting go with a littlepop. After releasing my wrist, he leaned back on his hands and studied me, that faint, arrogant smirk still lingering on his lips.

“I want your mouth on my cock.”

A rush of heat gathered between my eyes. I couldn’t speak. I’d end up babbling or stuttering out anything I tried to say. So, I held his gaze as I went to my knees in front of him, still wearing the robe hanging open from my shoulders.

The muscles in his thighs tensed as I leaned forward, wrapping one hand around his erection to hold him steady.

His breath rasped out as I dipped my head and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the head.

“Damn…” The word came out in a low, reverent whisper that sounded equal parts praise and plea.

I felt his hand on the back of my head, tugging and pulling lightly for a few seconds before my hair went tumbling down my back, then he shoved both hands into my hair and held me still.

“I’m standing up, Stacia.”

He did, and then he began to slowly, thoroughly fuck my mouth, talking to me the entire time. “I’ve wanted to do this to you from almost the first time I saw you…your mouth was made for this, Stacia…such a pretty…perfect…” He pressed down on a spot near my jaw and angled my head. “Breathe now…take me deeper…fuck, like that…pretty, perfect mouth. Just right for fucking. Suck on me now. Swallow me…”

The words could have sounded crude—maybe they should have.

But the litany of them raining down on me as he thrust his cock into my mouth, the head bumping against the back of my throat, it was all so intense, I found myself rocking hungrily, seeking release from the rising, burning ache between my thighs.

“I’m going to come,” Luka said gruffly.

Abruptly, he pulled me off, using his grip on my hair.

He looked down at me, the skin over his cheeks pulled taut. “I’m just seconds away from losing it. Do you want to swallow it? Should I come on you, Stacia? Or do you want me to stand you up and bend you over?”

“I…” Lightheaded now, I stared at him. “I don’t know. I don’t care. What do you want to do?”

He cupped my chin, stroked his thumb over my lip. “Open your mouth, darling.”

I shuddered and did as ordered.

He filled me once more, moving rougher this time, gripping my head in a way that didn’t allow much movement, but I didn’t care. I’d had no idea how erotic, how hot this could be. I reached up and clung to his wrists, my clit pulsing between my thighs and my nipples so tight, they hurt.

He pushed deeper, almost too deep, then his cock jerked inside my mouth, and he started to come. I jolted, but he held me in place, muttering to me in a raw voice, “Just take it…swallow for me…please…just like…fuck, you’re sweet, Stacia…”

I gasped when he pulled away, slumping forward to rest my head on his knee as he sagged back onto the bed.

Sweat dampened my forehead and the back of my neck.

My heart pounded like I’d just finished running three miles on the treadmill.

And Iburned…for him.

I went to stand, thinking only about easing that ache.

A knock sounded from somewhere.

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