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)
“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.”
I sputter when she grabs my dick and lines me up at her center. Her breath catches.
“Sore?” I ask, opening my eyes.
Hers are open too and wet with pain. “Yes.”
“If it’s too much—”
“Hush.” Putting a hand over my mouth, she begins to sink onto my swollen length.
I almost come from the sheer pleasure of being even just an inch inside her. Her pussy grips me as she sinks lower, her brow furrowed with concentration.
She holds my eyes the whole time, her hand sliding to my throat.
Watching the look in those eyes change—first pain, then curiosity, then satiation—as she gives my throat a squeeze has my heart palpitating. Strands of her hair hang in her face, catching the light so they turn to copper. They move as she breathes, as she sinks lower, lower.
Lower.
“Blue.” It’s the only word I can choke out when she’s all the way down, and I’m so deep inside her I can’t breathe.
She’s shaking. She removes her hand from my throat and puts it on the window. The other is on my shoulder, her nails biting my skin through my shirt.
“It’s too much.” I gently kiss her lips. “You’re too sore, sweetheart.”
“Shh.”
“I don’t wanna hurt you—”
“But you’re not.” Her eyes search mine. “You’re not the one who’s hurting me.”
My blood goes still inside my skin. Who is the one, then? Where can I find him? What did he do to you?
Before I can so much as utter a syllable, though, Wheeler is rocking her hips. Little circles that become gradually bigger and bigger until she’s enthusiastically riding my dick. Her tits bounce. Her hair is everywhere.
She’s shouting my name, throwing back her head like we’re not in a U-Haul on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, Colorado. Even the truck rocks in time to her movements.
I just hold on for dear life and roll my thumb over her clit. Her pussy clamps down on me, and a full-body shiver moves through Wheeler as she collapses against me with a sob.
“Oh, Duke. Oh my God. Oh my God. Duke. Duke. Duke.”
She chants my name like she’s trying not to forget it while she comes.
You ain’t forgetting me anytime soon, sweetheart.
I take over. I hug her to me as I piston my hips upward. It doesn’t take long for my own orgasm to crash through me. I spill inside her, trying not to shout. I know she doesn’t like loud noises. I’ll be damned if I scare her the way her dad did.
I hold her for a long time after that. Long enough that my heart rate has evened out somewhat.
Now would be a good time to ask her if she’d like to sleep at my place tonight. Or do I lead with a date? I don’t want her to think I’m just using her for sex.
I kiss the top of her head. “Blue?”
“Yeah?”
“You all right?”