Page 44 of Duke

“No, you aren’t.” I look at her over one shoulder, my eyes softening at my woman who’s both soft as silk but hard as steel at the same time.

I’ve never wanted her more.

“I’m not packing my shit.’”

“I know,” I sigh.

I take her hand and walk past her father into the house. I lead her straight to the kitchen and order her to sit. I un-tuck the gun and place it in a cupboard with the clip. “I haven’t fired a weapon since 2007 in Iraq, and I don’t plan on firing one again… anytime soon.”

“Duke… ”

“It’s okay. I’ll tell you about it one day, maybe when your belly is round and ripe with our first kid. But for now, I need you to take care of yourself… please. I know you need to be independent but can you just give me the lawn mowing?”

“Okay. But I’ll pay for it.”

“Dammit Shanna, just give an inch here.”

“I just did.”

I sigh, placing a tall glass of water on the table in front of her, “Drink.”

My eyes follow a trickle of sweat as it runs down between the valley of her breasts disappearing into her tank. I growl, crossing the kitchen in two strides and pull her chair back. I haul her over one shoulder and smack her ass, as I carry her upstairs and into her bathroom.

She’s still—frozen in shock as I peel her sweaty shirt over her head and lick the rivulets of sweat between her breasts with my tongue. “You didn’t think I was just gonna’ leave, did ya’ cherry?”

“Duke,” she breathes as my fingers dip into her shorts, teasing her as they rub lightly over her clit.

Her hips circle and push against my fingers seeking more contact.

I pull my hand out and lick my fingers.

I step back, ripping her shorts off and burying my nose in her curls, inhaling her musky scent. My dick’s so hard, it’s going to poke right through my jeans.

“Christ,” I mutter undoing my belt and zipper, letting my beast spring free. I pump into my own hands, while my mouth eats her whole, sucking on her clit. I clamp down on her clit when I know she’s close. Taking my hand off my dick, I stick three fingers in her tight channel trying to find her G-spot. She moans before going limp and falling to the floor.

Her head is close to my cock, and before I can blink, I feel the sweet swipe of her tongue on my rim, before she tries to take me in her mouth. I’m so huge she can only suck the first four inches, but the sight of her ass sticking out in the air as she sucks me off makes my balls draw up tight.

I grab her hair with one hand and drink in the sight of her full breasts, heaving as they dangle in front of me. Her cherry tits are hidden, safely tucked into her bra… but not for long. My hands reach around her back and she moans as they swing free.

“Shanna, angel,” I grunt, pumping myself into her mouth. “We can do this now, or we can wait. What do you want sugar?”

“I want champagne and roses,” she replies pulling my dick out of her mouth with a pop.

“Ah, you deserve nothing less, my queen.”

“I know. But in the meantime—I’m gonna make you come so hard, you’re gonna see stars.”

She takes me back in. Her tongue swirls the head of my cock as she reaches down and cups my balls finding the sweet spot at the base. She presses down with her thumb. I see stars as my cock shudders and jerks before shooting my come out, spraying her breasts with it.

I tap my dick against her, as the last drops fall.

“I’m gonna miss you, sugar,” I rumble before kissing the top of her head.

We sit in silence, catching our breaths before I reluctantly stand up and turn on the shower.

“I can’t stay. If I do, I’ll never leave.”

“I know.”

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