“We should probably–" I cut her off, filling her mouth with my tongue again, and once I’ve lined my cock flush with her soaking wet entrance, I push all the way inside her.
“Fuck!” she whimpers, her body turning stiff and her hands gripping my shoulders for support.
I pull my mouth from hers so I can observe the way she takes me. Her pussy is so tight, it’s no wonder her eyes are wide and glistening. I knew it would feel good, but being inside her without any barrier between us far surpasses my expectations. I start to move inside her, thrusting hard and fast and knowing this isn't going to last nearly as long as I’d like it to.
All the tension she’s put inside me is going right back into her. She keeps looking between us, almost like she can’t believe this is happening, and when she starts to moan, and her grip on me gets tighter, I brace myself for what comes next. I know that the second she starts to come on my cock, it’ll be my finisher, and she’s close… so fucking close. She’s still trying to be stubborn and hold out on me, and sensing it’s what she needs to push her over the edge, I lean forward, and I kiss her again. Something about kissing her feels so different; it’s fucking addictive, and I can’t help resenting her for it. Smashing my hips harder into hers, the moans she makes into my mouth get more and more desperate.
“Jack…Jack.” She pushes at my chest as her walls start to pulse around me. “I’m…I’m not…Fuck!” She tenses as she comes for me, her eyes softening despite all the tension in her body.
“That’s right. You come all over that cock,” I encourage, feeling as if the room is spinning as she coaxes that seed I want so desperately inside her to start brimming.
“I’m not on anything, I’m unpro?—”
“Perfect.” I smile, slamming my mouth back over hers so she can’t protest. I grab both her hips firmly and hold her tight to my body as I release.
She muffles something against my lips as she tries to force me away, but I’m too strong and far too determined.
“Jack, what thefuck?” Her nails claw the side of my face, and the sharp scratch sends a shiver down my spine as I fill her perfect little cunt.
“You belong tome,” I tell her, gripping her wrist and holding it to my chest.
“What have you done?” She shakes her head, breathing heavy and looking furious with her legs wrapped around my waist and my cock still buried inside her. “WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?” she yells again.
“I’m ensuring we both get a solution to our problems.” Pulling her hand up to my lips, I kiss her fingers and watch all her anger melt into confusion.
GRACE
“Idon’t see how you coming inside me when I’m unprotected is a solution to any of our problems.” I wait until he’s retracted his cock from inside me and is fixing his belt before I try to get any sense out of him. Up until the moment he took it too far, I was actually enjoying myself. I guess that's how I let things get so far out of control.
“You have to get out of London. You won’t tell me what you're running away from, but I can tell it’s something big.” He casually moves over to the bar and pours himself a scotch.
“I don’t just need to get out of London. I need to be as far away from this country as I can get.” I don’t know why I feel the need to correct him; that's not what's important right now.
“Well, I can help you do that,” He rests his ass back against the pool table and crosses his legs at the bottom, rolling the scotch around in his glass confidently. “Not only can I help you do it, but I can assure that whoever you're running from never finds you.” He knocks back the contents of his glass in one swallow and waits for my reaction.
“I very much doubt that.” I huff a laugh. He has no idea what I’m involved in.
“Well, many have underestimated me in the past, Gracie. Proving myself is something I’ve gotten used to. The truth of the matter is, I’m the best hope you’ve got of actually getting you, and your girls, out of the shit you're in. But, I need something from you first.” He comes into my space again and slightly softens his tone. “I’m not a fan of commitment. I like free living and females, far too much to dedicate the rest of my life to just one of them. I’m not an asshole, I’m not a cheat, but I’m certainly not marriage material.” I can’t help thinking he looks a little disappointed in himself when he makes that confession.
“ButI am a duke. I will be expected to produce an heir, and that duty is something that I will accomplish.” My mouth drops open when I start to realise what he’s expecting of me.
“Jack, I just told you I don’t want children; I don’t like them, and they don’t like me. I held a baby for one second in a supermarket when its mother thought she’d lost her purse, and the thing screamed at me like I was kidnapping it.”
“I heard what you said, and that's what makes all this so perfect.”
Now he’s really got me confused.
“I don’t need a mother for my child. I can provide everything it needs. I was raised in a one-parent family.”
“Please don’t finish that sentence with ‘and I turned out fine,” I warn him, suddenly wondering what his relationship with his mother is like now.
“All I need you to do is play a role.” He takes my hand reassuringly. “Just like you did tonight. In the time that you owe me, we can get married, have a chil–.”
“We canwhat?” I drag my hand out of his.
“We have to get married for the child to be legitimate. There's no way I’m putting that burden on my child's shoulders; when he or she takes their title, I don’t want there to be any question or judgement.”
“Jack, you're making no sense. I need to get away from here. I can’t stay here and be your fake wife or a mother to the child you want us to make.”
