“Duke, I’m getting so wet.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She could have said anything—any fucking thing—and I could have handled it. But those words…I’m getting so wet.They’re like an offer you can’t refuse. And invitation you can’t decline. A temptation you can’t resist.
“I can’t take it anymore. I have to taste you.” I grab her wrist and bring her hand to my mouth. Her eyes widen as she watches me suck her juices from her fingers. “You. Are. Delicious.”
I look at her dark pink slit while I lick her fingers and fight the urge to bury my mouth between her legs. Tongue fuck her hole and then replace it with my cock. Fill her with my cum until it flows out and pools into a wet puddle on the bed.
But I don’t. And I can’t recall a thing in my life ever being so hard to resist.
I take her fingers from my mouth and return them to her clit. “Rub yourself off. You need to come, and I want to watch.”
She’ll never know how much I wish I could be the one to completely own her orgasm.Just five more weeks, Windsor. You’ve hung in there this long. You can make it a little longer.
“Tell me when it starts, baby.” I want to cross the finish line together. Make this feel as much like the real thing as possible.
She nods as she pants. “Yeah.”
Her eyes are locked on mine and for a moment I forget it’s my hand squeezing my cock instead of her tight little body. “I’ll get to be inside you soon.”
I reach for her knee with my free hand and wrap one leg around my waist. Helps it feel a little less like masturbation. Her other leg comes around my waist and she locks her feet behind my back, pulling me closer.
One thrust and I could be inside her. That’s all it would take, and I could be owning her. Making her mine.
“Oh God, Duke. Something is happening. I think it’s starting.”
Hearing your girl tell you she’s about to orgasm will tighten your balls when nothing else will. “Let it happen naturally. Slowly.”
She convulses once. Twice. Three times. “Oh, shit, shit, shit. Mark me, Duke. Come on me.”
“Damn, Claudia.” When I come with a girl, I’m always wearing a condom. There’s never an option or discussion about where I’m going to do it. Claudia asking me to come on her is hot as hell.
“Please, Duke. I want you to.”
How in the hell could I say no to that? “Yeah. I’ll do it.”
I jerk faster, feeling damn happy that Claudia wants that part of me on her. “I’m about to do it, baby.”
Her eyes are glued to my cock with utter fascination when the first stream of sticky white cum jets out onto her stomach. One squirt and then the second. She watches with wonder as more pulsations squeeze a third and then fourth stream from my balls. It may not have been accomplished by being inside her but it’s the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time.
I take pleasure in seeing the collection of my cum pooling in the dip of her belly. She’s marked by me now. And damn if she doesn’t look good covered with it. The only place I’d like it better is inside her. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You, Duke. I’m forever yours.”
The wonder in her eyes. The fascination in her expression. The satisfaction in her smile. My heart wants to explode. “I loved every second of that.”
This is her first sexual encounter and it was a great privilege to be part of it. I can’t even begin to imagine how good fucking her will be. I’m not sure I can take it if it’s much better.
She dips her finger into the fluid on her stomach. “I have your baby-making juice on me.”
“And?”
She giggles. “Is it weird that I like it? I mean, having that part of you on me?”
Fuck, this girl is going to kill me. Virgins aren’t supposed to say things like that. “I don’t know. Is it weird that I like it being on you, too?”
“If so, then we’re both weird.”
She sits up and I use my hand to catch the trickle running down her lower stomach toward her vagina. “Careful, baby. The risk of pregnancy is small but my boys are swimming in that stuff. They’d like nothing better than to find a way to get up inside your baby hatcher.”