Page 21 of Good Duke Gone Rogue

She was so responsive to him. To his every ministration. His every lick. Nibble. Caress. Her moans were enough to make him come in his breeches, so he used every ounce of will to focus on her and her pleasure. Her happiness. Her pleasure. Her. Her. Her. It need only be about Bernadette. If he could give her somepleasure, even for only a short time, he would give it. And he would give it again and again until she stopped asking for it.

His thick cock was pressed against her womanhood, and he could feel her heat. Her passion. Her desire. He rubbed against her to see how loud she might be.

“Reggie,” it was nearly a shout.

Since he didn’t want to be interrupted, he covered her mouth with his to muffle her cries. Her mouth opened to him. Clumsily. And her fervor caught him off guard. She wanted him. She wanted to taste him. Her tongue was licking his mouth, and inside his mouth. Hungry. She was devouring him, and he wanted his cock inside of her the way that his tongue was moving.

She pulled back for air, resting her head against the wall. “Let’s come,” she rasped. “Together.” Her eyes flew to his, and then she dragged them down his torso to where their bodies were pressed together.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she moaned, pushing her center against him while biting her bottom lip. “Yes, Reggie. I want you.”

His fingers unbuttoned his falls, and his cock bobbed out. Her skirts covered it all, so he used his hands to guide his silky head between her legs. They gasped together when his naked tip brushed against her thigh. And when it pressed in between her two wet lips, he nearly buckled at the knees while she sunk deeper into the wall.

He knew then that nothing would ever be the same. The second he entered her, he knew he would be changed forever. It had never felt this way with anyone. The passion. The intimacy. The familiar. The knowing. The trust.

And then…he nudged his tip inside of her, wanting all of it and more. Her fingers clenched his shoulders, and one hand snuck up into his hair.

“Give me more, Reggie.”

Holding back, he pushed a little deeper. To tease her. To relish the moment. To be gentle. To wait for her acceptance. He didn’t know why. He just did it.

“More…”

He could feel her clamping down on all sides of his cock, and he would have plunged to her depths if this wasn’t their first time. But he was addicted to one word, waiting for its invitation. Its command. Its plea.

Louder this time, “More…”

He wanted to squeeze one more out of her, But she was moving against him, maybe she thought that was all he had.

He couldn’t have her thinking that. “Detta, do you want the rest of me?”

Her eyes flew wide and he felt her hands quiver through his locks.

“Yes. I want more—”

He plunged into her. His grunt mingled with her moaning. A whimper. He wondered if she was all right. A slow smile crept onto her face.

“Uhhh…yes, Reggie.”

He thought she might cry, but the good kind. Instead, she looked him dead in the eye, and stated, “Give it to me, now. Reggie.”

And something snapped inside of him. He had been waiting for this for so many years. Had always wanted her happiness. And had lusted after her body for so long. He had hoped they could be one and the same, and in this moment they were. The fulfillment of his cravings was going to make her so happy.

So he gave it to her, trusting the primal instinct to plunge into her and shudder at the friction when he slowly withdrew. And he gave it to her again, her body clinging to him, with complete faithin his movements. And he kept giving it to her, rewarded by her cries.

“Reggie…Yes. Yes. Yes.”

She was so close. It was the moment he had been waiting for. The ultimate goal. Her ultimate pleasure. Yet he knew, giving her this wouldn’t be enough. He was already addicted to her pleasure. Once would never be enough. Even still, he wanted to be the man to see her come on a cock for the first time. He wanted to be the man he cunny wept over. He wanted to—

“Yes!”

She slumped against him and he couldn’t hold on for a second longer. He pulled out and spilled down her thigh.

Chapter 10

“OH MY GOD, DETTA,” Reggie’s voice was raspy, as raspy as his heart felt. Like it had been raked over the coals. His feelings were too much, and she was devastating him with her fire. There was so much he wanted to say to her. So much he wanted to tell her. But he knew if he started, it would pour out like a flood, and he didn’t want to quelch her fire. What could he say?It’s never been like that for me. I’ve never been so overcome by a woman in my life. Being inside of you is the only place I ever want to be.He said none of that. Not even close. But his lips had to say something. “You’re so…so…”

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