“Duke, I’m gonna …”
He knows to keep doing what he’s doing right now. His tongue keeps working over my clit, twirling and sucking in steady movements. Every muscle in my body tightens, but he doesn’t stop.
I can’t believe I’m hooking up with him right now with everything going on in my life.
I know it can never work, but why is he giving me the best head of my life right now?
I let out a scream when the orgasm finally rips throughme. He sucks on the bud of nerves, making my body temporarily feel like it’s floating in space. I gasp, every spark of delicious pleasure melting on my skin.
The sound of my panting breaths fills the kitchen as he slowly pulls back, kissing my inner thigh again before I finally open my eyes.
He licks his lips, gazing up at me from between my legs. “You ready for more, darlin’?”
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DUKE
With her taste on my tongue and her scent in my nostrils, I nearly came in my pants.
Her chest is flushed as she nods.
I rise to stand, my erection straining against my sweats. I scoop her up off the counter and walk her toward my bedroom.
She presses her head up against mine, still trying to catch her breath. I know this is a temporary thing, to help distract her from her shitty circumstances, but damn if I don’t want it to end anytime soon.
I’ve had plenty of flings. I’ve never felt this way about a single one.
I walk through the door to my bedroom and toss her onto the bed. She peers up at me, her green eyes wide and sparkling with excitement. The shape of her body resembles a Greek goddess. The wide hips, narrow waist, and full breasts are the perfect combination to bring a man to his knees.
She has a few faint stretch marks on her stomach above a three-inch scar. I’m assuming it’s from having a C-section when she gave birth to the twins. All it does is remind me of how strong and selfless she is, how capable of a mother she is. How attractive it is that she puts her boys first, ahead of her own needs, every single day.
I want to show her what it’s like to be put first. I’m starting to wonder if she’s ever experienced it before.
“Take off your shirt.”
She peels the cropped white tank top off, her breasts tumbling out. My dick pulses at the sight.
“You’re a goddess. You know that?”
She licks her lips, shaking her head.
“When you’re in my bed, you are. You understand me?”
She just stares at me, wide-eyed. I wait patiently, staring back at her.
She finally nods.
“Say it.”
“I’m a goddess,” she whispers.
I’ll let that be good enough—for now. I peel down my sweatpants, my erection springing free. She licks her lips, and, damn, I’d love to feel them wrapped around me.
But tonight is about Dallas.
I move over to the nightstand and open the drawer to grab a condom. She told me she’s on birth control, but I want to make sure she knows I’m taking care of her.
I crawl onto the king-size bed, over to where she is in the center of it. The lamp light is casting a warm glow around her.
