Page 9 of Bastard In A Suit, Vol. 3

I reach back and run my hand across Duke’s groin, lingering on his already hard cock. He groans low and I press into him, inviting. Teasing.

He clears his throat. “I’m afraid we’ve already taken up so much of your time,” he says, voice gruff and thick with desire. “And we should be on our way.”

Duke ushers me out of the ice room so quickly, I barely have a chance to say goodbye. I doubt we even had the full tour. When we reach the staircase landing, Duke grabs my wrist and half drags me to a bathroom at the end of the darkened hall.

Once inside, he pins me to the wall, wrists over my head, and kisses me hard. “Jesus, fuck, Hailey.”

My breathing quickens.

He bites my lip and then kisses my throat, trails down to the base of my neck. “Do you know how hot you make me?”

Speechless, I shake my head.

He stares at me for what seems an eternity, his eyes brimming with raw need. Adrenaline courses through my blood. Duke lets go of my wrists and yanks my blouse up over my head. He tugs on my skirt and spins me around. My palms slap against the wall.

I hear the zip of his fly, a grunt as his pants come down. His thick cock rubs against my bare ass. “I’ve had a really bad day, Hailey.”

My fingernails curl against the wall as he grabs my hips and crashes against me. I lift on my toes and bend forward, expecting him to thrust inside me. His fingers reach around to my pussy instead. He rubs the tip of my clit and then slides his thumb along my slit. “You’re already so fucking wet.”

Duke spins me around and grabs behind my knees. In one swift motion he lifts me to his waist and onto his cock. He slides inside and pins me against the wall. I wrap my arms around his neck, steadying as he pummels me with his dick in quick thrusts.

Everything happens so fast, I’m reeling. I’ve never done anything like this and a delicious thrill makes my body hum.

Still inside me, Duke carries me to the bank of sinks and sets me on the counter. He leans me back and begins thrusting again, watching my pussy as he fucks me. His tongue slides across his lip. He glances at my face, then back at his cock sliding in and out with frantic rhythm, then back to my face.

“I had every urge to bend you over that ice table and trail an ice cube over your hot pussy,” Duke says.

The way he stares at us fucking, coupled with the raw sexuality in his voice makes me even more wet. I can feel my juices dripping down my inner thighs and onto the counter. Duke palms one of my breasts and begins massaging. My nipples are like small pebbles. I fantasize about Duke trailing an ice cube across them and my pussy clenches.

God, I can’t get enough. The feel of his cock thrusting inside me. The whisper of my name on his lips. I lean on my elbows and tilt my head back while Duke pounds me with his cock.

“Say my name,” he demands.

“Duke…”

“Louder.” He thrusts deep. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me,” I say, breathless and panting. He quickens the pace, pounding so hard and fast I’m sure there will be bruises. “Like that, Duke. Fuck me just like that.”

He grabs both my knees and spreads my legs wide.

My pussy swells and I feel the orgasm start to build. He thrusts deeper. Faster. Plunging into me as he stares at our bodies moving together.

“Come with me,” he says.

The invitation is all I need. His voice unlocks my release, and I feel his cock spasm inside me just as my own orgasm peaks. It crashes down as ribbons of pleasure run along my spine and curl my toes.