Page 49 of Duke
I’m warm. So is the woman I’m currently spooning.
Holy fucking shit, it’s Wheeler.
Wheeler is in my bed. We fucked. It was awesome.
She’s still here.
I am rock-hard. Hungry in every sense of the word.
That’s when I realize she’s pressing her ass into my pelvis. Opening my eyes, I see that it’s still pitch-black. Late, then. Or early.
The world outside the windows is quiet. The blizzard is dying down.
“You okay?” My voice is hoarse with sleep, gravelly with need.
Her hand lands on my side. “I’m sorry to wake you up, but I—I’m sorry, Duke, but I need…well…you.”
She gropes for my hand, which she takes and guides over the swell of her hips.
I hiss when she presses our fingertips into her sweet little cunt.
She’s slippery with arousal.
“You need me to take care of you?” I circle my fingers over her clit, making her moan.
“Yes, please.”
“So polite. How do you want me?”
“I like it best when you—you know, take charge.”
Chuckling, I scrape my stubble over her nape as I lift her leg and pull it back and up so that it rests on my top leg. I find her center again and run my fingers up and down the delicious softness of her slit.
I’m gentle when I press my first finger to her entrance. “This hurt?”
“No.”
“Good.” I use that finger and my thumb to hold her open. It’s a little awkward, but I manage to roll over ever so slightly to free my other hand. Then I grab my dick and guide it to her pussy. “Don’t forget—”
“I’ll use my words. I know.”
“Nice and easy.” I push my crown inside her, my eyes rolling to the back of my head at the sweetness of her viselike grip on me. “Fuck naw. This ain’t nice. This is fuckin’ heaven. You—this greedy little cunt of yours—I can’t stand how fuckin’ good you feel.”
“Duke,” she warbles, her hand on my hip again as I push in farther. “I’m—it’s a lot—but—so good.”
I move my fingers to her clit, gathering moisture on my fingertips. “I’m gonna go a little faster this time. You can take it. You trust me, don’t you? You know I’ll fuck this cunt hard and good. I’ll make it so good for you.”
“Yeah.” She’s crying again. I can tell by the thickness of her voice.
“You all right, Blue? This good crying or bad crying?”
“Good. Always. Go. Please.”
Inhaling, I firm my abdominals, breathe out, and push all the way inside her. It takes real effort because she’s so tiny.
But then I’m there, balls-deep in heaven.
Wheeler makes a choking sound, my name on her lips. But she doesn’t tell me to stop.
