Page 34 of Found By You

My cock brushes the slick core of her pussy.

She moans, arching. “Wh—When was the last time you…”

I pause, gazing down at her. I search her eyes. It’s been close to a year since I’ve been with anyone like this, I want to tell her. But I don’t. Because what we’re doing doesn’t feel like anything I’ve ever had before…and I need her to know that.

“I’d never do anything to hurt you, Maci. I’ve got condoms in the truck, if you want me to get one, I will.”

Her hands slide over my arms and around my neck to draw me in to kiss her.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

Maci lifts her hips in response, pressing the head of my cock into her a fraction. I grunt, holding steady even as my body hums to sink deep.

“Fuck me, Duke,” she whispers against my lips—and I am far too weak to deny her.

I kiss her hard and reach between us, aligning my cock before thrusting into her. She sucks in a breath, her nails digging into my biceps. And I feel her. All of her. Wrapped around me. Wet, hot, tight. And she feels… So. Fucking. Good.

I grit my teeth, seated fully. She whimpers, hips twitching for more. I fall over her, needing to kiss her as I pump my cock slowly. Reveling in the sensation—the closeness—of her raw cunt snug around my unsheathed cock.

Maci digs her heels into my ass, lifting her hips and forcing me even deeper.

I groan, pulling out only to thrust into her with a snap of my hips. The bed and her legs shake as I slam into her.

If she wants me to fuck her, I’ll fuck her.

I grip her hip, engulfing it in a sure hold as I tilt her pelvis and rub my cock against her G-spot. I fuck her like this until her pussy pulses around me. I take her leg and put it on my shoulder, pushing the other wide as I stare at our bodies connected.

I rub her swollen clit. “Harder,” she cries.

Harder, deeper—I bite back my orgasm as her walls start to clench around me. “Come on my cock, baby,” I grunt, slamming into her with a grind of my pelvis. Needing her to come. With me. For me.

Only me.

She screams my name once again as pleasure overcomes her, and I feel her come on my cock. I lean into her and pound her with a chase of my release. “Holy…fuck,” I shout, coming hard with a shudder and her name on my lips.

Our panting breaths mirror as we come down. Maci cups my face in her hands, kissing me tenderly. Our tongues glide over one another. The kiss is slow, sensual—and my heart can’t handle it.

I pump my cock, letting her milk every last drop from me.

“Still rather have the milkman?” I raise a brow, but I can’t keep a straight face when she lights up with laughter. I grin and slide an arm under her. Falling beside her, I bring her to lay on top of me.

She lets out a quiet sigh, resting her head on my chest. I take the bunched-up comforter and throw it over us. She lifts her head to rest her chin on my chest. “Kiss me,” she says, and I do. When I lay my head back down, she smiles. “The milkman, who?”

I chuckle, loving the glimmer in her eye. Gently brushing her hair out of her face, she rests her head on my chest. I hold her like that for some time, feeling her heart beat against mine—and I find myself falling. Hard. Far too fast to stop the path we’re on. This was deeper than sex. We have a connection. And it’s leaving me wanting more—more of her.

My chest tightens as her breathing evens out and I know it in my gut…

I’ve found it again.

And this time, I’m never letting go.

When I wake, I find Maci curled against my side. Her arm draped over my abdomen and a leg thrown over mine. She must’ve been still awake when I passed out because her hair is damp from a shower and she’s washed off her makeup—looking even more beautiful without it. I lift the sheet, eyeing her clad in a navy blue tank, no bra, and white panties.

I check the bedside clock. 6:03 AM. My phone vibrates from somewhere on the floor and I slip my arm out from under her. Maci rolls onto her back with a breathy sigh, her tank bunched high on her waist—the picture of an angel.

I idly wonder if she caught me watching her sleep in my truck yesterday. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t mindlessly drive around after I finished my errands solely not to wake her.

As I pull the covers over her, I pause, my gaze drifting to her stomach. Laying on her back slightly angled like this, I can see…her bump.

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