Page 18 of Bad Duke

“It wasn’t your fault.” I can’t see any fucking light in this at all. I’m bad, she’s good, and that’s the long and short of it.

“Will he be okay?” she checks, sounding like she’s concerned.

“He’ll be fine,” I assure her, but the truth is, I don’t know and I don’t fucking care. I left Levi to deal with him and if he’s still breathing, he’s lucky.

“I just wanted to say thank you.” She turns to walk away and I instinctively reach out to grab her.

“You don’t have to thank me. While you're here, you're mine to protect.”

“And do whatever you want with,” she reminds me, with a tiny glint in her eye that has me wondering if she’s starting to like the idea.

“You should go to bed,” I tell her, feeling all my restraint up and fucking leaving me and I slowly release her arm when I realise that I’m squeezing her far too tight.

“Okay.” She smiles sweetly before she slowly leans into me and presses her soft lips against mine.

This time I don’t let her get away. I grab both her arms in my hands and I hold her tight to me, turning her soft, delicate kiss into something feral, because it’s the only way I know. I take them the same way as I did upstairs, like they belong to me.

I lift her up off her feet and when her legs wrap around my hips and her arms cling to my neck I make sure our lips stay connected as I move us over to my desk. She’s so fucking light in my arms and feels so precious that when I place her ass on its surface I have to pull back and stare at her for a while. I figure she should have one last chance to back out before I take what I’ve been obsessing over since the day I first saw her. She lifts her hands to frame my face, drawing me back to her lips so I can kiss her again. I slide my hand over her waist and delve it into the front of the jogging bottoms she's wearing, allowing my fingertips to skim across the cotton covering her pussy.

She makes the sweetest sounds as I stroke her through her panties, lowering my kisses to her neck. All the times I’ve played this out in my head it hasn’t been rushed. I’ve taken my time and made sure I absorbed every single detail, but desperation is taking over and when her pussy starts to weep through her cotton and slickens my finger I have to get a taste.

“Alex.” She whispers my name when I press my palm against her chest and force her to lean back. Her eyes are big and wild like she’s scared. But I don’t give her a chance to think about it. I grip the waist of her joggers, pulling them, and her panties, off her hips all the way to the floor. Dropping to my knees, I spread her thighs out on my desk, digging my fingers into their flesh, and sinking my mouth onto her pussy. I kiss her there the exact same way that I kissed her mouth. Claiming it, owning it, and tasting its purity, before I ruin it.

“Alex.” She says my name again, this time desperately as her fingers clutch and tug at my hair. Her pussy’s soaking my lips with sweet, perfect pleasure that I can’t get enough of, and when I start teasing my finger at her entrance I feel her clit start to throb against my tongue like she wants more.

“Do you want my finger?” I look up, admiring how wound up and flustered she looks. When she manages to nod her head back at me, I smile.

“Then, ask nicely.” I circle her tight, little hole with the tip of it making sure she suffers.

“Please.” She shivers when I hold still, her eyes needy and fucking beautiful as she looks down at me and waits for me to give her what she needs. “Please, I want to feel you inside me.” She swallows thickly, forcing more words out as I kiss her thighs and make her wait a little longer.

“Alex.” There it is again, my name coming from her mouth and sounding so fucking perfect that I give in to her.

The sound she makes when I slide my finger inside her sings straight to my fucking cock. I stand up and cover her lips with mine, letting her get a good taste of herself when I fill her mouth with my tongue and fuck her pussy with my finger at the same time.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I tell her, adding another finger inside her tight channel, stretching her and stroking her on the inside to prepare her for what’s coming. Her hands are on my shoulders now, clinging to me as she meets each one of those strokes with her hips and soaks my hand.

I don’t have many rules when it comes to fucking, but there is one that I never falter on. I’ve seen too many men get trapped because they got caught up in a moment and I’ve never, in my entire twenty eight years of life, fucked a woman without wrapping up. But that rule doesn’t apply to her. I don’t want a single thing between us. I want her to feel me, bare and fucking raw when I break her.

Olivia rests back on her hands and watches me take out my cock, her lashes batting wildly when she sees it for the second time. I force my bottoms down to my knees and let my cock brush against her leg and I can’t help but frown in concern when she suddenly looks afraid.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take it steady,” I promise, wondering how the hell I’m going to manage to keep that promise when just the soft skin of her thigh touching against my hard length makes me feel like I could come all over it.

“I’ll be fine.” She nods, trying so hard to sound brave as she takes a deep breath and makes me wonder when cute suddenly became so fucking hot.

I wrap one of my hands under her thigh and guide it around my hip so my cock can rest against her pussy. She has a fine, well-kept line of hair trailing through the centre of it and I push my cock between it, spreading her lips and stroking it against her sensitive flesh. She watches so intently like she’s as fascinated as she is scared.

I wait till my cock is slick enough from her before I press it against her virgin hole, and her body goes rigid as she braces herself.

“Wait. I’m not on any birth control shouldn’t we?—”

“We should, but we’re not going to.” I don’t give her a chance to argue, I slowly push inside her, gripping her hips tight and keeping my stare fixed on hers. Her eyes open wider as I take up more and more space and, as her walls squeeze around me, I growl because she’s even tighter than I imagined. I can see she’s feeling the discomfort of being stretched, but I’ve never seen anything more fucking beautiful so I take some more.

“Alex, we need to use a condom.” She looks panicked as she watches more of my cock disappear inside her.

“Shhhhh, I make the rules, remember?” I push myself in all the way

and I can’t tell if the moan she makes is out of pleasure, pain, or frustration. I couldn’t stop now, even if I wanted to. This pussy belongs to me and with my cock finally rooted deep inside it I decide no other man will ever get to experience it.

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