“Duke. I need this,” she whispers into my ear. “Don’t be gentle.”
Fuck. How can she ask that of me right now?
I reach down, rubbing my hand over my dick, trying to get the erection back. She waits, watching me. Finally, I’m ready to keep going. I’m scared shitless she’s going to panic again, so I start out slow.
I ease into her. She sighs, offering me a smile of encouragement.
“That feels good.”
I move slowly, almost painfully so, until she squeezes my shoulder.
“You can go faster now. I’m okay.”
I increase the pace, pressing my hand to the mattress to brace myself above her. She scrapes her nails over my arms, whimpering.
“You are so hot. I love the way you fuck me.”
I grin at her, loving the filthy mouth she’s suddenly developed. My orgasm is approaching quickly, embarrassingly so. I usually have no problem lasting longer than this. I pull out, grabbing her hips.
Her eyes fly open when I twist her around to her stomach and jerk her ass back toward me.
I find her entrance again and slide back inside. Taking in the way her ass cheeks spread around my dick makes mewonder why I thought flipping her around would make it easier for me not to come too fast.
She arches her back into me. I groan, trying to hold back. I’m dangerously close to finishing.
“Holy fuck, your body.”
She presses the side of her face into the mattress. I drive my hips against her ass, watching the way it jiggles with each thrust. I’m mesmerized by her. The slim cut of her waist looks so erotic compared to the width of her hips. My hand comes down to spank her—hard.
She yelps, squeezing my dick with her pussy lips.
I do it again, right on top of the pink mark of my hand. She screams this time, and I feel her coming around my dick. I can’t hold back another second. My release shoots out, and I reach forward to grab her hips and hold her against me. A tsunami of pleasure crashes through me. I feel her in every nerve ending, her sweet cunt milking every drop from me. She moans into the bed.
Finally, I return to reality. I’m still inside her, half hard now. She’s limp on the bed, so I slowly pull out, watching for any signs that she’s nearing a state of panic again.
She collapses the rest of the way down onto the covers we didn’t bother pulling back. I stand up and remove the condom, throwing it in the bathroom trash. I get a clean washcloth and dampen it with warm water.
I return to the bedroom and gently clean up between her legs. She shifts, allowing me access, smiling lazily.
I like the sight of my red handprint on her skin way too much. I grab a throw blanket and pull it over her naked body before lying beside her, rubbing my hand over her arm.
Her eyes are closed, and she’s already half asleep.
“You okay, darlin’? You need anything?”
“Mmm, I should check on the boys …”
“I’ll do it. Go to sleep.”
I grab one of my pillows and lift her head to tuck it underneath her cheek. She sighs.
“Thank you … for stopping when I needed a break.”
I want to tell her that she shouldn’t thank me for that, because the alternative would be fucked up, but I don’t want to get into that conversation right now, because I have a feeling it’s going to involve hearing about what her shit head ex-husband did to her.
I press a kiss to her ear before climbing off the bed. I pull my sweatpants on and walk out into the quiet hallway.
I peek in on the twins, seeing their sweet little faces fast asleep. Dawson has a protective arm slung over Dutton.
