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Hit with the thought I’d done no prep, I stilled. This could end badly after having eaten such a rich meal earlier in the day.

“I haven’t had a chance—” I managed to say.

“It’ll be fine. Let’s not worry about that,” he said, raising his eyes to look into mine. “We’re all good.”

I tried to push it to the back of my mind, but once I’d had the thought, it lingered.

Duke sensed my uneasiness and sat back on his heels.

“Lube and a condom?”

“Brown bag by the wardrobe.”

“Always prepared, I see.” Oh the irony of his words. I wasn’t prepared at all, but he didn’t seem to care.

He returned to the bed and squirted a good amount of lube in his hands.

“There’s no need to worry, Simon.” He took my dick in his hands and worked it back to hardness. I’d softened as my thoughts intruded, but he was having none of it.

Soon enough, I was back to where I was, almost begging for him to just fuck me already.

He worked me open, little by little, never once denying my cock any attention.

“I think you’re ready for me.” He tore open the condom wrapper and stroked his cock. No one had touched it, and he was as hard as I’d seen him, even when I’d had him down my throat. He rolled the condom down, applying a little bit of lube.

“I’m ready,” I said and gripped the back of my thighs. I was definitely ready.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

DUKE

Icould tell from the look on his face he was worrying, and although I really wanted to take more time with him, if I waited any longer, he’d be so far into his head he wouldn’t go through with it.

His hole fluttered, the skin puckering as it waited for me.

I lined myself up and slowly but surely edged forward. There was resistance at first, but I almost came there and then as he opened up for me. Fuck yeah.

A sharp intake of breath from Simon, followed by a whimper, and I was in, the worst part over. I gave him a moment, feeling the tightness and warmth surrounding my cock.

I wanted to ram into him over and over, but now wasn’t the time for that. Hopefully another day, we could go wild. I got the impression he’d never had slow sex like this, and from what he’d said, he had broken into the porn industry shortly after turning eighteen.

Had anyone ever taken the time? I doubted it very much.

Taking it as my job to give him as sensual a fuck as I could, I spoke to him, my voice low.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Look at me, Simon. I want to see you as you take me.”

The blue eyes that had been squeezed shut now opened and peeked out from behind his blond eyelashes.

“That’s right. Keep them on me.” I held on to his ankles.

They never left mine as I gradually edged my way into him. He’d not taken much stretching, but he was still tight enough to make even me catch my breath.

I fell forward onto my hands, keeping my weight off him, my lips an inch from his. I pushed home and kissed him as his breath caught, giving him my own.

He relaxed, finally, and moaned.

“So fucking good.”

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