Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
I arch my back, pressing myself into his touch. “It’s been a long day.”
“No shit. You wanna come now?” His fingers work a lazy circle over the place I want him most. “Or you wanna come on my dick?”
The lewdness of his question has my blood rioting.
“That’s bold of you.”
He bites down on my neck, vampire style, and I literally shudder with pleasure. “Answer the question. Or, if you want, I’ll answer it for you.”
“Awful cocky, thinking you know what I want.”
“Oh yeah?” Those fingers glide through my slit and notch at my entrance. “Give me permission.”
“To do what?”
“Touch you how I wanna. If it’s too much, you tell me. Otherwise…” He presses his fingers the tiniest bit inside me. “Otherwise, you trust me to give you what you need.”
I reach between us to wrap my hand around his dick. His velvety warmth fills my palm, and I can feel just how firm he is. How big.
“What do you need?” I give him a slow, easy tug.
He sucks in a breath. “You. I need you, Wheeler.”
My stomach contracts. How is he able to be so vulnerable without wanting to shrivel up and die? The man is not afraid to put himself out there. Kinda makes me want to do the same. Just for tonight.
“I’m right here.” I kiss his mouth. “Okay.”
“Okay, as in—”
I glide my thumb up the furrow on the sensitive underside of his head. “I trust you.”
“You’ll tell me if anything hurts?” He starts sinking his fingers inside me.
“Maybe I like it when it hurts.”
He groans. “Fuck me.”
“Gladly,” I say with a laugh. The sound dies in my throat as his fingers sink deeper, and a burning stretch comes alive between my legs. My breath catches, my hand fisting his cock.
He audibly swallows. “Sweetheart, you’re soaked. And tight. Can you relax for me a little? I know you’re wound up right now, but try to breathe, okay? I’m not gonna be able to fit if you don’t relax.”
I almost come from just the image of Duke putting himself inside me. Because we don’t even need to play that game, the will we or won’t we actually fuck.
He’s made it clear we’re fucking, and I couldn’t be more thrilled about it. Which kind of shocks me, considering I was so hesitant to give in at all earlier tonight.
I breathe. At the same time, I smear his precum over his head. Apparently we’re going to need all the lube we can get.
“That’s it.” Duke keeps his voice low and even as he draws his fingers back out of me, then glides them back in. Over and over. “Jesus Christ, sweetheart. I’m fuckin’ dying here. You’re gonna feel—God—so good when I’m inside you. I might come just thinking about it. I love how soft you are. That’s my girl. Keep relaxing.”
I nod, my eyes fluttering shut when the heel of his hand presses against my clit. “Can you—can we—”
“Lemme grab a condom. I think I got some in my Dopp kit—”
“Do we need one?” My stomach swoops at my boldness.
I’m being silly, I know I am. But I’m scared that if Duke gets out of this bed, I won’t let him back in. All it takes is a split second for my self-doubt to return with a vengeance. I’m really enjoying losing myself in the moment. In him.
I also don’t want him to get cold. He was definitely shivering earlier, and it kills me to think of him being in any kind of pain. Also kills me to think about more of that frigid air invading our warm cocoon.
“I’m on the pill,” I continue to blurt, “and I can show you my latest results. I’m negative across the board, and I haven’t been with anyone—”
He lets out a pained chuckle.
“What?” I ask.
“The universe is fucking with us. Or it wants us to fuck, I guess, because I just got my results from my annual physical last week.”
“We’re good?”
Curling his fingers inside me, he presses into the front wall of my pussy. “We’re real good, Blue.”
Then he’s pulling out his fingers and rolling me onto my back. Rolling on top of me as he tosses the blankets over our heads. We’re enveloped in complete and utter darkness, and I’m suddenly all sensation.
I feel the give of the mattress and the heat that moves through my skin.
I taste Duke on my lips.
I hear the sigh of the sheets and the throb of my pulse, an insistent beat that sounds between my legs too.
Duke kisses me everywhere: my neck, my mouth, my breasts. He takes his time, holding himself up on his arms as he ducks his head to suck on my nipples. He presses the flat of his tongue against the tight buds, gently lapping me up.
Meanwhile, I’m writhing beneath him. My fingers are curled into his chest, my nails biting into his skin. I bend my knees, spreading my legs so he can settle his body between them.