CHRISTINA
Iam more than ready, I think as he pushes past my innocence with his huge, hard cock, and I’m no longer pure. I am irrevocably his. Then he starts to move, and I can’t breathe. I feel him in every inch of my being.
“Graeme,” I cry, desperately reaching for something only he can give me.
“Come for me, Teeny. Let me feel you gush on my dick,” he demands. The orgasms roll through me, one after the other. I don’t know how to handle it, so I scream his name and claw at his back.
Suddenly, he pulls out of me and flips me over onto my belly. Roughly, he opens my legs and slams back into my greedy pussy. He’s so deep this way. I work my way up on my knees and meet him, thrust for thrust. He grips my ass for leverage, pulling my cheeks apart. His finger touches my asshole and I gasp.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to claim this too, one day.”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck, yeah, but when I spread your ass, I can watch the obscene way my cock goes in and out of your tight little hole. Your walls are gripping me so hard. It’s doesn’t want to let go. This pussy knows it’s mine. You know it too, don’t you?” he asks, but I don’t answer him. His hand comes down on my ass hard. It stings but makes me wetter. My pussy clenches and he leans over me so that his chest is on my back as he pounds me.
“Oh, God,” I moan.
“You like that, don’t you lass?” he growls.
“Yes,” I admit. I really do. I think I’d like whatever he does to me.
“I know you do. Come for me again,” he says still pumping into me.
“Fuck,” I moan as yet another orgasm comes over. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve come. I didn’t even know this was possible.
“Good lass,” he growls, filling me with his seed. I can feel every hot blast of it branding my body for him. Just him.
“That was amazing,” I breathe when he pulls out of me and lies beside me.
“It really was,” he agrees.
“So sleepy,” I murmur, and he pulls the blanket over us. “I love you, Graeme.”
“I love you too, Christina.”
Wait, what? I sit up and look down at him. He’s looking at me with a lazy grin on his face.
“Are we crazy?” I ask, already knowing that we definitely are.
“Who cares. No one else has to live our lives but us. Now, rest. Julie will be home soon, and our life together can begin.”
“Okay,” I say, lying back down. He pulls me to his side and kisses my forehead.
“Everything is going to be okay, lass. I’ve got you now.”
I fall asleep in his strong arms, feeling truly safe for the first time in over a year.
* * *
“Who are you?”Julie asks and my eyes fly open. I find her staring down at us in bed. Thank God, we are both fully covered.
“Jules, this is Graeme MacTavish.”
“The duke?”
“Yes, the duke.” I reply. I never should have let her watch that tabloid show, but to be fair the duke is all anyone has talked about for months.