Page 43 of Found By You

I raise a brow. “Begging, huh?”

She rolls her eyes with a smile. “Is that a yes?”

I move fast, holding her tight to me as I flip her beneath me with her back pressed into the mattress. She laughs as I grind my hardening cock against her. “That’s a fuck yes, but just to be clear, we’ll be doing this exclusively. No one else. You and me. That’s it.”

She nods.

My chest tightens as hope and fear and joy crash into me all at once. “Then I want this to feel real when we’re together, doll.”

Her brow furrows as she studies me. “Duke, I—”

“I’m not asking it to be real. I’m asking for it to feel real. I’ve been miserable for so long. These last few days being with you… Damnit, baby, I’m fucking happy.”

Her smile is weak as she snakes her arms around my neck. “I like spending time with you, too.”

I dip my head into the crook of her neck and inhale deeply. “What else did you need, beautiful? You said it was three things. What’s the third?” I ask, laying a tender kiss on her shoulder.

“Ice cream.”

I chuckle, leaning away to stare down at her gorgeous smile. “You want ice cream?”

“The baby wants ice cream,” she says teasingly.

I back down her body and push her shirt up to expose her small, round bump. I rub a gentle hand over her stomach, a warmth in my heart as she places her hand over mine. “Anything either of you need, I’m here. For both of you,” I say to her, meaning every word of it.

A single tear rolls down her cheek.

I kiss her bump and tug on the waistband of her bottoms. “Ice cream or orgasms.” I grin smugly. “Which do you want first?”

With a sexy spark in her eye, she lifts her hips in response. I yank her pants and panties off and toss them to the side. Nudging her thighs apart, I take in the sight of her pretty, damp pussy.

“Be gentle,” she says. “I’m still a little sore.”

I kiss her thighs softly, earning a breathy moan from her. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take real good care of you.” I groan, kissing her core before I give her a long, slow lick over her clit—loving her taste, her smell, every goddamn thing about her.

And she’s all mine.

Thirteen.

Maci

With my pussy still pulsing from back-to-back orgasms, Duke positions himself behind me. He yanks my hips where he wants them with a playful smack on my ass. “Duke,” I moan, dying to have him inside me. I fist the sheets to hold myself in place as he surges forward—filling me with a delicious ache.

“Fuck,” he grunts, gripping my ass as he slowly pumps his cock deeper and deeper with each thrust. He slams into me hard enough to make my legs shake. My body arches as he pounds me into a third orgasm. “That’s it, baby,” he growls, reaching around to rub my throbbing clit.

I push back and grind my hips, forcing his cock to brush against my G-spot. “Yes, right there. Yes, Duke.” I gasp as he fucks me harder, faster. Pressing me down, he continues to glide his shaft against my core how I need him to.

Unable to muffle my screams, my entire body trembles with a hard, long release. Duke fucks me mercilessly through it. “Fuuuck,” he groans, grunting in time with the slap of his hips against my ass.

He comes buried deep inside of me, his fingers digging into my hips to keep me in place as his cock twitches into my throbbing pussy. He pumps his cock slowly for a moment before gently pulling out.

I flop to the side, a panting, orgasm-induced mess as my legs continue to shake. Duke lays down beside me, breathing heavily with a smug grin plastered on his face. “You all right?”

My smile is goofy and far too wide. “Yes.”

He chuckles, engulfing me in his strong arms as we lay naked together. I snuggle into him, placing my hand on his broad chest peppered with short, dark hair. His heart races beneath my palm. “What kind of ice cream do you want?” he asks finally, breaking the euphoric sex haze.

I laugh, nuzzling into his chest with a yawn. “I’ll know when I see it.”

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