Page 11 of Bastard In A Suit, Vol. 3

I suck harder, taking him deeper into my mouth, preparing for his orgasm. His cock bulges and his balls are tight. I can feel him at the back of my throat. His muscles tense. He blows out a sharp breath just as a primal scream erupts from his throat. He thrusts, spasms, and my mouth fills with his hot, salty liquid.

“Christ, Hailey,” he says, panting.

There’s barely enough time for me to wipe my lips before he stands, lifting me off the floor. He carries me to the bed and lays me on the mattress. I’m hot, ready, aching for his touch. I close my eyes, savoring the heat from his breath. He lowers his mouth between my thighs. I’m vibrating with need.

His tongue darts into my cleft and I gasp.

“I can’t get enough of your sweet pussy,” he says, voice thick and raw. He nips at the flesh on my inner thighs, a small bite for each side, and then slides his tongue along my lips. “Does this feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” I practically pant. Everything Duke does makes my body quake. No one has ever given me this…this level of satisfaction. I’m sure he’s ruined me for all other men.

He works his lips over my clit, sucking and flicking with steady momentum. It’s both shocking and scary how well he knows my body. I’m like liquid under his touch.

“Mmmm, you taste so good.”

The words vibrate against my clit.

He picks up pace.

I arch my back. “Yes,” I say, my voice breathy.

He sucks harder.

“Yes,” I say louder. “God, yes.”

Duke holds onto my thighs and squeezes. My orgasm pulses closer. He swipes his tongue across my swollen clit and I snap. “Holy shit,” I gasp.

My release shudders hard and fast. I writhe under his mouth, riding out the pleasure until at last the pulsing stops and everything goes hazy. I close my eyes, smile, and whisper his name.