Page 68 of Silver Fox's Secret Triplets
His lips continued their torturous journey up my inner thigh, moving higher, teasing and tantalizing, until I thought I would combust from the anticipation. Finally, he reached my core and his tongue flicked against my most sensitive spot. I cried out, my nails digging into the couch cushions behind me as pleasure coursed through me. He didn't relent, instead, he increased the pressure and speed, sending me hurtling toward a mind-shattering climax.
I arched my back, my head thrown back in ecstasy as Duncan continued his relentless assault on my senses. His tongue and fingers worked together in perfect harmony, teasing me to the brink of release and then easing off just long enough to make me beg for more in the swirling vortex of pleasure he was creating.
"Duncan," I gasped, his name a strangled moan on my lips. "Oh God, more."
He growled in response, his grip on my thighs tightening as he redoubled his efforts. His tongue delved deeper, stoking the flames of passion that raged within me until I thought I might combust from the sheer intensity of it all.
The release, when it came, was a white-hot explosion that tore through me, obliterating all thought and reason. I whimpered his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, and my entire body convulsed in the grip of the most intense orgasm of my life.
As I came down from the peak, my trembling legs gave out, and I collapsed back onto the couch. Duncan followed me down, his body pressing against mine, his breathing ragged in my ear. His hands were on my hips, his fingers tracing soothing circles on my sensitive skin.
He barely gave me a moment to breathe before he was in me, thrusting and filling me with his hard girth. I gasped as he began to move. His strokes were hard and deep, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. The room was filled with the sounds of our ragged breathing and the wet, slick noises of our bodies coming together.
“You feel that?” he murmured against my neck, voice rough with need. “That’s me, buried deep inside you. And I’m not stopping until I feel you fall apart all over again.”
I couldn't form a coherent response, lost in the pleasure he was giving me. All I could do was cling to him as he continued to drive into me, harder and faster with each thrust. Duncan's hands moved up my body, cupping my breasts as he continued to drive into me relentlessly. His other hand tangled in my hair, angling my head back so he could look into my eyes. "Look at me, Ivy. I want to see your beautiful face when you come for me again."
My eyes fluttered open, barely able to focus. But his gaze held me there, locked in, as if nothing else in the world existed.
“That's it,” he rasped, his hips slamming into mine with purposeful rhythm. “Just like that. Let go for me.”
My entire body arched beneath him, the pleasure building again, unbearable and all-consuming. Every inch of me burned for release, tightened around him, begged for it.
His thumb slid between us, circling that sensitive spot in perfect, ruthless rhythm. My breath caught, and then?—
“Come on, sweetheart,” he urged. “Show me how good I make you feel.”
I shattered. My cry broke free against his mouth as he kissed me through it, swallowing every desperate sound. My body convulsed, clinging to him in the throes of release, and still he moved, driving every wave deeper until I was nothing but sensation.
The way I pulsed around him pushed him over the edge. His rhythm faltered, turned ragged, desperate. He buried himself deep one final time, holding there as his breath caught against my skin.
“Ivy,” he groaned, voice strained and full of something raw. His body tensed, then jerked as release took him. I felt the warmth of it inside me, the weight of his body sinking into mine as the last tremors ran through him.
For a moment, we didn’t move. His forehead rested against mine, both of us catching our breath, our bodies slick and tangled.
Then, quieter now, he kissed my cheek and whispered, “You wreck me, you know that?”
I smiled faintly, eyes drifting closed. “Good," I told him as a yawn sneaked up on me.
He pulled out, took the throw from the back of his couch and curled around me, covering us both. We lay tangled together on the sectional sofa, my head on his chest, his arm wrapped around me. The baby monitor crackled softly on the side table, and I felt my eyelids growing heavy.
"Sleep," Duncan murmured against my hair. "I'll carry you to bed in a minute."
But I was already drifting off, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the safety of his arms around me.
I woke sometime in the middle of the night to the soft static of the baby monitor. Then I heard Duncan's voice, low and soothing, coming through the speaker.
"Hey there, sweetheart. What's wrong? Bad dream?"
I sat up, disoriented, and realized I was alone on the couch. A blanket had been draped over me, and my clothes were folded neatly on the chair nearby.
"It's okay," Duncan's voice continued through the monitor. "Mr. Duncan's here. Want me to sit with you for a while?" I heard Elena's soft muffled cries and Duncan soothing her and it rankled my peace.
The guilt that washed over me was heavy. I pressed my hands to my face, eyes burning with tears I couldn't hold back. He'd missed everything. Their first steps, their first words, their first birthdays. Four years of bedtime stories and scraped knees and fevered nights. Nearly four years of being their father, and I'd stolen that from him.
And now his friendship with my father was ruined too. Twenty years of trust, destroyed because of choices I'd made.
I curled deeper into the blanket, overwhelmed by the weight of what he'd lost and what I'd kept from him. The monitor crackled again, and I heard him humming softly, some lullaby I didn't recognize. My children—our children—were getting comfort from a man who should have been there all along.
