Page 38 of The Duke's Virgin
It was his mouth.
He’d knelt behind me, and I cried out before I could stop it. Biting my lip to stifle the sound, I practically collapsed. If it wasn’t for his hands, I would have. I locked my knees, shuddering as his tongue lashed me, swirling over my folds, delving inside me.
It was like he wanted todevourme.
I swallowed another cry, then jolted when he brought his hand down hard on the right cheek of my butt.
A startled noise escaped, and I barely managed to muffle it.
He spanked me again, then thrust two fingers into my cunt, twisting and curling them.
It shoved me straight into orgasm, and before I even had a chance to calm, he rose and thrust inside. I arched my back, sucking in a breath and swallowing a scream that almost choked me.
He grabbed my shoulders and hauled me upright, my spine arching even more as the position drove me down on his cock. I wasimpaledon him, balanced on the tips of my toes, nothing to grab onto now, to brace myself on as his thick, heavy cock pulsed inside me.
He held me like that, like a butterfly pinned to a board, for long, interminable seconds, and each pulse of his dick made me shudder and clench around him.
“You’ve got the sweetest pussy,” he murmured, sliding his free hand over my hip and seeking out my clitoris. “And you’re wrapped so tight around my dick, Stacia. Still as tight as a fist, like you were last time. Tight as a virgin. So fucking hot.”
His words, in his sexy as fuck accent, rolled over me, an aural caress that only added to the sensations evoked by his cock and the fingers strumming over my clit.
Another pulse of his cock had me jerking, the nerves in my pussy so sensitive it was almostpainful. I moaned, desperate, and tried to move. I couldn’t manage much more than a wiggle.
“What do you want,ma belle?” he murmured against my ear. “Tell me.”
“Luka…please.”
His fingers ghosted over my clitoris again. “Please…what?” An edge underscored his words. “Tell me what you want.”
Confused, I shook my head.
“Do you want to come,ma belle?” he asked, his words teasing, sensuous…darkly delicious.
“Yes…please!”
“Do you want me tofuckyou,ma belle?” He underscored those words with a light swat of his hand against my clit.
Shocked, stunned, I flailed, needing something to grab onto. I only found his hand, and with a whimper, I realized I was lifting my hips, begging for more.
He obliged, spanking my clit and the flesh of my pussy where I stretched so tight around him. “So sweet and hot,” he whispered. “You like having your pussy spanked, don’t you?”
“Yes…please.” My skin was so hot, everything in me too sensitive. I was going to come apart if he kept this up.
“Good…Tell me what else you like. What else you want,ma belle. If you want me to fuck you,say it. Tell me. SayFuck me, Lukaand I’ll do it. I’ll ride you good and hard, and you’ll come again and again before I’m done.”
The words spilled out of me with no conscious thought.
“Fuck me, Luka…please.” I rolled back against him and said it again, “Please, Luka…fuck me.”
He bit my neck gently, then urged me forward, bending me back over the bench.
His cock, so hard and swollen it almost hurt, pulsed inside me as he started to withdraw. I shuddered, trying to follow. He gripped my left hip but let the right one go. A breath later, I sucked in a stunned breath as he spanked me again. “It’s time to get fucked, Stacia…be still and take it.”
And that was all I could do.Takeit.Revelin it.
Shuddering with each deep, bruising thrust, I bounced up onto my toes, lips rolled inward and pressed together to muffle the desperate, needy whimpers that tried to escape.
He muttered behind me, but he moved between French and German and another language I didn’t know, and my mind was too overcome with pleasure to possibly keep up.
