Page 56 of Bad Duke

“Alex, stop, please! I promised I wouldn’t do it again.” I plead with him, grabbing his hand and forcing it back onto me. “Please.” The ache inside me has become unbearable. “I need you to fuck me.” I hate how his neglect feels, I don’t want to play games anymore.

And I cry out with relief when he plants his cock all the way inside me, filling me up in one deep thrust as the groan he makes, causes my chest to vibrate.

“Don’t you dare fucking come,” he warns me, gripping at my shoulder and looking between us. “Not until I say.” He still looks so angry at me and as I nod my head he starts to fuck me in long, deep thrusts that make his challenge impossible.

“You want to be good? Don’t fucking come,” he speaks through his teeth, plunging into me harder and faster, and making me sweat under the pressure. “Alex, I can’t hold it.” I shake my head feeling my pleasure build to an unobtainable level.

“Yes, you can,” he growls. “You’ll hold it for me because you want to be a good girl, again.” I exhale slowly, trying to stop myself from going over the edge, as the pressure inside me becomes too much to hold on to. I cry, real tears, and focus on my breathing and after what feels like a lifetime I hear the word.

“Now.” I flash my eyes open when he says it and when he nods his head at me and grips me tighter, I let everything go. The release is something I’ve never felt before. Like an out-of-body experience that sucks all of my energy and leaves my body on a high. My head is spinning and Alex allows me to recover from it before he grabs my face and smothers me with kisses.

“You did so good,” he tells me, filling my chest with that comfort he’s got me addicted to as he strokes my hair. Dragging me off his desk and onto my shaky legs, he guides me to the floor and stretches my arms over my head.

“Never do that to me again. You scared me,” he admits, all his anger has vanished and suddenly, he looks vulnerable.

“ I promise,” I assure him again, gasping when I feel his cock slide back inside me, and this time he lets me come when I want.

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I feel the baby start to wiggle, and grab Alex’s hand so he can feel it too.

“See, the fresh air was good for us.” I feel all the tension in his body soften when he looks down at his hand and feels the ripple that comes from under it.

“He’s strong.” He smiles to himself.

“She is,” I correct him.

“I know you're finding all this staying-at-home thing difficult, but?—”

“Oh, my God!” I interrupt him, quickly propping myself up on my hands when I remember what I saw on my walk. “Your friend’s an asshole, too.”

“Oh, so I’m an asshole, now?” he questions, but since he’s got that cocky grin on his face I figure he’s not mad anymore.

“Yes, and an overbearing one. But, Will’s worse.”

“What are you talking about?” He frowns.

“I mean he’s supposed to be with Leah and while I was… taking my healthy exercise…” I note the way Alex’s jaw tenses. “...I saw him with another girl at his cabin.”

“Just because she was with him doesn’t mean he’s sleeping with her,” Alex points out, trying to drag me back onto his lap so he can kiss me.

“They were arguing and it sounded pretty heated.”

“Will doesn’t argue with anyone.” Alex laughs.

“Exactly, something about this girl had him really worked up and…She wasn’t even his type, she was exactly like all those prim and proper daddy’s girls that he mocks all the time.”

“Wait, now you're trying to tell me that Will is sleeping with a rich girl? Nah.” He shakes his head refusing to believe it.

“Alex, I saw her with my own eyes. With her perfect, blonde, bobbed haircut and dressed like she’d been pulled off the cover of Vogue. ”

Alex sits up and looks more focused.

“Blonde, bobbed hair?” he checks.

“Yeah.”

“You’re sure?” He looks really serious now.

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