Page 75 of The Duke's Virgin
I pulled the panties aside and plunged two fingers into her wet cunt.
She cried out.
The sound of it was the sweetest thing I’d heard in weeks. “Come for me, baby,” I whispered against her ear, twisting my fingers, moving faster, desperate to remind her who’d taught her what it was like to feel like this.
She clung to me, half-wild, riding my hand and whimpering.
I stroked my thumb over her clitoris, and she broke. Slamming her head back against the door, she erupted into my hand and came.
Savage now with need, I tore open my trousers and exposed myself, then shoved her dress all the way up. I caught her hips and lifted her, staring into her flushed face. “Look at me, Stacia.”
Shuddering still from her orgasm, she did just that. Eyes wide, lips parted, she watched me, and I tucked the head of my cock to the mouth of her pussy and thrust up and in, filling her completely.
She cried out and arched against me, taking every last inch.
Her hot, silky wet pussy clamped tight around me, milking me, and I swore.
“Fuck.”
She flinched at the tone of my voice.
I shuddered, telling myself I had to do it, that I had to pull out. “I…sorry, but…I need to stop. I forgot a condom, Stacia. I have to have a condom.”
She stared at me with solemn eyes, then in a shuddering voice said, “I’m clean.”
“I…fuck. So am I, but that’s not the only issue. Pregnancy is.”
Her lashes fluttered, a faint pink flush rising to her cheeks. “That’s not something you need to worry about tonight.”
Stop. You can’t be this stupid.
I even started to pull out. But that requiredmovinginside the tight fist of her slippery, sweet cunt, and instinctively, as she clenched around me, I stroked back inside her.
“I shouldn’t do this,” I muttered, shaking my head.
She smoothed her hands down my shoulders. “Then stop. But it won’t matter if you do.”
I withdrew…then sank back inside, because having her wrapped around my naked cock was pure, sheer bliss. I groaned and gripped her hips, tilting her closer so I could go even deeper.
She whimpered, and I looked at her, watching her eyes widen in shock and pleasure. “It feels just as good to you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes…Luka…please!”
I couldn’t have stopped then. Not for anything.
I thrust deeper, harder, and she clung to me, whimpering, crying and pleading for more.
She stiffened, her orgasm catching her, and as she started to clench rhythmically around me, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Burying my face against her neck, I came, shuddering with the intensity of it and clinging to her, every bit as tightly as she clung to me.
Twenty-Seven
Stacia
There wasa robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, and I pulled it on, snuggling into the warmth and enjoying the lingering scent that I immediately identified as Luka’s. Woodsmoke, the forest, and musk. I had no idea just what all contributed to that unique scent, but if they could bottle it and sell it, the mastermind behind it would be rich, and women across the world would be forever grateful.
Hearing movement out in the main room of the suite, I told myself to stop sniffing the soft, fluffy cotton and open the door. After checking to make sure my face wouldn’t give anything away, I did.
Luka stood in the middle of the room, a phone pressed to his ear. He had his back to me, and I was treated to a full view of his excellent butt, the high, hard curve so unbelievably perfect, I had a sudden wish to draw, just to memorialize it. But I could barely manage stick figures, and that was no way to do justice to such a fine ass.
