Page 52 of Duke
The engine rumbles as she works my shaft. I love how she flicks her wrist so that her palm moves over my tip. She must’ve watched me do that this morning when we showered together.
Girl notices everything. Even the tiniest, most insignificant shit.
Maybe she will come home with me tonight.
Nice to feel noticed for once. Growing up, I had a bit of a rebellious streak. An attempt, I think, to get attention.
An attempt to not be forgotten.
Now here’s Wheeler, remembering everything.
“Sweetheart.” I can barely breathe. “Why don’t you come over here? Sit on it for a minute or five.”
She smirks, leaning over the console. “I thought I was the boss.”
“Not when I want you this bad, you’re not. I can’t—fuuuuck.”
Wheeler’s head is in my lap now. Holding my dick in her hand, she licks my tip, swirling her tongue over the most sensitive part of my head.
“See?” She sucks my head into her mouth. Bobs down. Bobs up. Licks me again, slowly, savoring me like she can’t get enough of my taste. “I’m in charge. I do what I want, Duke, so you best mind your business and let me work.”
And does. She.Work.
I gather her hair in my hand so I can watch her suck my dick like the motherfucking champion she is. Her cheeks hollow out when she gives me a quick, hard suck. My hips jerk, my balls contracting. How I have any stamina left, I don’t know, but I manage to keep my orgasm at bay.
“You’re killing me.” I don’t recognize my voice. “You’re so fucking good at this, sweetheart.”
My stomach caves when she takes me deep.
“Just so you know,” I breathe, “if you wanna fuck me, you’d better do it now, because I’m four seconds from coming in your mouth.”
She gently—carefully—lifts her head so that my cock falls out of her mouth. I’m slick with her saliva, my head shining in the light of the sun.
Next thing I know, she’s climbing onto my lap, her knees straddling my hips. I grab her, curling my hands around her waist, and I press a hard, hot kiss to her mouth. She laughs.
We’re a frenzy of hands and tongues as we try to kiss while yanking down her leggings and underwear.
Then I slide a hand between her legs. Suck in a breath when I part her and feel how wet she is.
I close my eyes and savor her softness.
“Aw, Blue.” I circle my fingertips over her clit, just how she likes. Because I know her now. She knows me. “Sucking my dick turns you on, yeah?”
“Everything.” Her hands are on my neck as she husks out the words, her forehead resting on mine. “Everything about you turns me on, Duke.”
I slide my other hand inside her sweatshirt. Pressing my thumb against her nipple through the lacy fabric of her bra, I draw a happy gasp from the back of her throat.
Her tongue is in my mouth. My mouth is on her chin, her neck. I bite her. She cries out. I kiss her mouth again.
“Get on my dick,” I growl, reaching around to squeeze her bare ass. “Sweetheart, I’m dyin’ here. Put me inside you. C’mon, now.”
I feel her smile against my kiss. “I told you, I do what I want.”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t want me.”
She thumbs my cheek. A quick graze that’s tender and new, making my chest twist.
“I do. I really do want you, Duke.”
