Page 46 of Duke
Middle-of-the-Night Marathon
Duke
Fucking perfect.
This girl feels so fuckingperfectI have to bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep myself from coming.
She’s hot and swollen and soft, and the feel of her coming on my dick sends my pulse, my thoughts, my will to live into a death spiral.
“Duke.” She’s whimpering, her hands moving to my face. “Wow. I’m…not okay.”
I kiss her neck, trailing my nose up the column of her throat before capturing her mouth with my own. “What can I do to fix that?”
“Nothing,” she breathes. “There’s nothing that needs fixing. That was…just.Wow.”
I let myself chuckle, even as my balls scream in agony. I’m prouder than I probably should be that I finally made this girl let loose. Let go.
She’s surrendering to me and to the moment for once. How can I convince her to keep doing that?
“Good,” I manage, rocking into her tight heat.Maybe now you’ll give me a shot.“You feel so good, sweetheart. We fit so good.”
I wonder if being under the covers, lost in complete darkness, is why I’m so attuned to her every breath, every noise, everymovement. I’m aware of her, ofus, in a way that’s an enormous turn-on.
She runs her thumb over my lips. “Don’t stop.”
“Couldn’t.” I kiss the pad of her thumb. “Couldn’t ever stop. But I’m close.”
Her hands move to my sides, that thumb catching on my nipple. I curse.
She does it again before moving to the other nipple. “What else can I do to make you feel as good as I do right now?”
My chest squeezes. I like how she gives as good as she gets in every sense of the expression. She’s generous, invested in this being good for both of us, and I…Christ, I’m flying so fucking high right now.
“I wanna come inside you so bad.” I impale her on a hard thrust, our bodies smacking when they meet. “But I also don’t wanna get us into trouble.”
“I told you, I’m on the pill.” She lifts her head to kiss my shoulder before moving to my neck. “We’re good.”
“Sweetheart, this is so much better than good.”
“Yeah?”
I manage to scoff. “Yeah.”
“Please.” Her voice takes on a desperate edge. And the way she clings to me, fingers curling into my sides—it’s like she’s worried I won’t stay.
Not a chance.
The heaviness in my core becomes unbearable. My hips jerk, and for several strokes, I rut like a goddamn animal, mindless with lust. Best sex I’ve had, no question.
It’s Wheeler.
How smart she is.
How creative and curious and open-minded.
It’s also being in a bed that’s not mine in a town I don’t know. I love the idea of tomorrow being wide open. No literal orproverbial shit to shovel. No busted tires on trailers or four a.m. wakeup calls.
Nice little break from a routine that’s really been wearing on me.
