Page 75 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
“Duke, oh god. Yes. More. Shit.” He pushed one finger in and then a second, and I felt so full.
All of me.
He was inside all of me.
Another orgasm crashed through me, drawing out everybit of energy, seizing my muscles around him, trying to hold him in me even as he continued to barrel through, his own orgasm chasing mine as he lost rhythm and ground his cock into me.
“Fuck, Lily, yes. Take my cum. Fucking filling you up with me.” He gave two more quick jerks before he collapsed on me, his weight pressing me into the bed, our hearts beating out a frantic rhythm in sync with each other.
I whimpered when he pulled out of me, over-sensitive from his fucking, that soft, floaty feeling leaving me too quickly.
He gathered me in his arms and pulled me into his bed as the tears slipped from my eyes. I buried my nose in his neck, shaking and lost.
“Shh, baby. It’s ok. I’ve got you. Deep breaths. You’re ok.” He ran his hands along my back in slow soothing motions until I stopped shaking. Blurry claw marks littered his chest, and I realized I must have done that, desperate to be close to him again, needing to crawl inside him and become one.
“I’m sorry,” I said when the tears stopped.
“Nothing to be sorry for. I should have realized that would be too intense for you and brought you down slower.” He rubbed slow circles on my back, and I could feel myself drifting off to sleep under his care. “Rest baby.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ve got you.”
My last thought before drifting off to sleep was that he didn’t, he didn’t have me, and it was all my fault. I never should have asked for this.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Iheld Lily as she fell asleep, unable and unwilling to let her go. I felt like an asshole, but the way she came around my cock over and over again, her reddened ass sucking my fingers in as if they belonged there was nirvana. I knew about sub-drop, in theory, though I’ve never had a session with a woman that experienced it. I kept a distance with them, only looking for surface level pleasure that prevented either myself or the women I had fucked from letting go. I never had that distance with Lily.
Fuck.
There were no barriers between us. She gave her trust to me so easily and held my heart for so long that I should have seen it. I should have known and prepared her better for what that was like.
She clung to me, needy even in her sleep. I tried to imagine life after this, when she wasn’t curled into my chest, her pillow—because it always would be now—smelling of her, the pleasant warm feeling of coming so hard that I nearly blacked out turning me boneless and relaxed.
I couldn’t give this up. I couldn’t give her up—her ridiculous books, her cries of pleasure, the way she teased me so easily and then begged for me the next, the way she leaned into me without even realizing it, wanting comfort from me.Me. The town fuck-up.
She was mine. I felt like a possessive asshole at the way I wish I could brand it on her, make sure everyone who even looked at her twice knew not to fuck with her. The primal part of me she brought out celebrated that no one else had touched her, that no one else had brought her so much pleasure—felt her clench around them as she screamed their name.
She had been mine since before I even knew what that meant. I wanted to feast on that knowledge, feast onher.
A tear slipped down my cheek. No. I would not give up on us. She may have had her little one month stipulation, but I was going to fight for more. Being her friend wasn’t enough anymore. Not after all this, not when we could be so much more.
A plan formed in my mind. I needed her undivided attention for this, preferably after a round of lovemaking, because yeah, we fucked, but damn if I didn’t love her with the whole fiber of my being.
I knew what stood in her way, why she felt so disconnected and unlovable. That was all bullshit. I’d always loved her. She just needed to know it, to know that nothing needed to stand in our way.
I wasn’t lying when I asked her to let me create a world just for her. I could do it, and I needed to remind her of just how much actual power being a billionaire gave me. Morethan enough power to give her exactly the life she deserved.
The little words she muttered in her sleep as she tossed and turned, unable to stay still even in sleep, were like a goddamn siren song. I was certain I could spend entire nights just watching her sleep.
I fell asleep, determined to tell her exactly what I wanted. No more running. No more deals.
Just us. Forever.
Warm, wet suction on my cock pulled me from my sleep. I reached for Lily before even opening my eyes, brushing my fingers along her cheek and tangling in her hair.
The covers were on the floor. The sun hadn’t come up yet, but the faint blue glow of pre-dawn shone through the window, bathing her in its pale light.
She pulled off my cock, but stroked it slowly, like we had all the time in the world. If I had my way, we did.
“My turn.” She smiled at me and lowered her head to lick a strip from my balls to the head of my cock before sucking me back in and twirling her tongue around my head.
