Page 21 of Bad Duke

“You came inside me last night, I’m not on any protection. We both got caught up in some weird kind of moment and we have to fix it,” she points out.

“I’m aware of what I did.” I kiss her neck and feel all the tension in her body start to falter.

“I’m sure I don’t need to remind you what that can cause, Alex. Not to mention all the other women you’ve been with. It was careless and stupid. I’ll make an emergency appointment during my lunch break. I did some research on my phone while you were slee–”

“No, you won’t.” I stop kissing her and shake my head. “I know exactly what it can cause.” I lower one of my hands so it rests on her flat stomach. Already fantasising over how good she’s going to look when it’s swollen with my heir.

“And you can rest assured that I have never. Ever...” I pierce her with my eyes and frown so she knows I’m telling the truth. “...been with another woman without using protection. Believe me, up until last night, knocking someone up would have been my worst fucking nightmare.” It’s scary how easy it is to be honest with this girl. Terrifying in fact.

“So, what changed?” She looks genuinely curious. I may be a monster but I know I’m asking a lot of her, she deserves some answers at the very least. Unfortunately, they are answers I’m not prepared to part with right now. Knowledge is power, and it already feels like Olivia Adams has far too much of that.

“Are you still sore?” I ask, gripping the bottom of her sweater and sliding it up her body. The fabric she’s wearing beneath it clings so tightly to her skin, she might as well not be wearing it at all and it makes me wonder who takes her classes and sees her like this.

“Alex, I’m gonna be late and our conversation is not over. I’m getting the morning-after pill." She makes a half-hearted attempt to protest.

“That didn’t answer my question. I asked if you were sore.” I slide the straps of her leotard over her shoulders, sliding my fingers under it so I can drag it down to her waist.

“A little…” Her eyes drop to the floor again and I lift her head with the crook of my finger so she can’t avoid me.

“How about I make you a bit more sore so you won’t forget about me while you're working today?” I force the tight outfit off her hips and down to her ankles, kneeling in front of her to help her step out of it, and smile to myself when she lifts her feet willingly. I waste no time, burying my face into her pussy and getting another taste of what’s mine. She must have used my shower gel when she showered this morning because she smells like me, and I fucking love it.

Her fingers slide through my hair and grip as I give her my tongue, flicking her clit and getting her wet enough for me to slide my cock inside her again. The sounds she makes as I give her pussy my undivided attention are adorable and sexy at the same, and it hardly takes her any time at all to spill all over my tongue. I stand up, lifting her off her feet by her thighs. My body crushes hers into the door behind her, and I brace myself against it as I fill that freshly-broken pussy. Her mouth stretches wider with each inch I take and she cries out when I’m fully seated inside her.

“You're going to work today with this pussy full of my cum,” I warn her, slowly starting to thrust as her nails dig into my shoulder. “You're not getting a pill or seeing a doctor, because I forbid you to.” Her body is clinging to mine so tight, and I can tell she likes the way I command her by the way her pussy clenches around me. I regret agreeing to let her keep her job. She should be here with me all fucking day, lying in our bed and ensuring she keeps my cum where it belongs.

“Then, you're going to come home to me and let me fuck you all over again. This is happening, Olivia. I’ve decided it’s what I want, and I always get what I want.” I hold still inside her, glaring into her eyes, daring her to argue.

She stares at me right back, trying so hard to give nothing away, but I see her desire to give me what I want. I’m starting to learn that Olivia Adams likes to be overpowered and I take that into account when I start to thrust my cock into her, harder. This woman is all-consuming and fucking addictive. She’s got me all wrapped up, and I don’t know how to fucking deal with it.

Her legs start to quiver and the pants she makes in my ear become heavier.

“You're so close,” I whisper. “So fucking close.” Just the thought of her hungry pussy swallowing up what I’m going to give it has me starting to brim.

“Alex.” Her body goes rigid when she can’t contain it any longer.

“That's right, let it go. You're so pretty when you come for me.” I watch the pleasure overcome her, spilling inside her with a long, heavy growl while my fingers desperately grip her flesh.

My head is spinning, I’m breathless, but I hold myself steady, squeezing her ass cheeks and keeping my cock nestled deep in her pussy.

“I’m going to be late,” she whispers, and when her body starts to shake and I hear her start to laugh, I pull back and check she’s okay. I feel a smile break on my lips as I continue to try and hold her still against the laughing fit she’s having.

“You want to tell me what you find so funny?” I frown at her curiously.

“I…don’t worry.” She shakes her head trying her best to compose herself.

“No, you tell me, right now.” I tense my fingers.

“I’ve had you come inside me, unprotected, twice in the past twelve hours and I’m worried about being late for work.” She shakes her head in disbelief but the fact she’s still smiling loosens me up and makes me laugh too.

“Quit,” I tell her, suddenly turning serious again because I mean it. She doesn’t have to work. I can take care of her. I want to take care of her.

“No,” she whispers, shaking her head. “I love my job too much.” That strong, determined look on her face makes my dick swell a little more inside her.

“Then I better get you to work.” I kiss her cheek and carefully pull out of her, crouching down to the floor to help her step back into the ridiculously, tight apparel that she wears to work. She smiles at me awkwardly as she shrugs back into her sweater and opens the door.

“We still need to talk,” she reminds me, picking up her bag and waiting for me to throw on some clothes.

“I know,” I assure her.

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