Page 25 of Good Duke Gone Wild

“You want more, Siren?”

“Yes,” she panted, not even sure of where or how she would muster the energy to take more. Take more, never mind give.

But God, if this is what it felt like to be wild and free, she would take and give for as long as she could.

Her eyes fluttered to his. He was on his knees now with a hesitation. The likes of which she hadn’t seen since the carriage ride last night when he was deciding whether or not to send her home.

His hands were on his breeches, and that’s when she came to the full appreciation of what decision he was trying to make.

“Take them off,” her voice was hoarse but authoritative.

His eyes didn’t leave hers as he unbuttoned his falls. The fabric dropped, and her head nearly exploded at the sight. Long, thick. Ruddy. His cock jutted out toward her, and she saw a slight wetness on his tip.

Her breasts were heavy with need. The ache in them was palpable. She needed his lips. Him. His touch. His body atop hers. Again. Even though the ripples of pleasure had left her limp, seeing how aroused he was, she wanted more. Now.

For how wet she had been, she assumed he must have something similar happen to him, and she wanted to see it. Her heart clenched in her chest.

How she wanted this. Him. Inside of her. She couldn’t give voice or label to any other thoughts except that this—right now with him—was what she needed.

“How—” She was embarrassed to admit her naivety, but she had to ask. “How will you fit?” Biting her lip, she awaited his reassurance.

“Don’t worry, Siren. I’ll fit. It’ll be a nice, tight fit. If you want it.”

She nodded, lip still caught in her teeth.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” her chest heaved. “I want it.” And then to her utter surprise, she added, “In my mouth.” He had made her feel so good as he devoured her that she wanted to have the same experience. She wanted to taste him. What would he be like? Her mouth watered at the thought.

His eyes widened as his hand stroked his cock with two long pumps.

“Are you sure?”

“Mmmhmmm.” She could feel the wetness pooling again between her legs, and she was desperate to taste him, but her body was still limp.

Seeming to understand her plight, he crawled up over her body. “I’ll feed it to you. Slowly. Just tell me when to stop.”

Her heart thumped in her chest, her breaths turned shallow.

Her hands found his exposed thighs and gripped them as he tapped the head of his cock on her lips. Her tongue darted out, tasting him. And she was sure she gushed a little as she swallowed his flavor.

“Open for me,” he said with a ragged voice.

And then his cock was in her mouth. She licked and sucked, just as he had done. Running her tongue on the underside of his cock, she felt him harden even further. God, she was wanton. And desperate for him. She swirled her tongue around the mushroomed head and sucked hard.

“Aggie,” he growled and pulled out.

“More,” she said, licking her lips.

His eyes were dark with arousal. “One more, but I won’t last.”

He fed her his cock and she opened wider, desperate for more as it slid to the back of her throat. She swallowed and he growled at her.

But then he pulled out and his mouth was on hers. She kept hearing random words, “You’re a dream. You must be a dream.” But she was so caught up in her own fantasy with him that she wasn’t even sure which words she responded with.

He rolled her over and pulled her thighs up so that she was straddling him. “Ride me, Aggie.”

The command. The plea. The instruction to be free and wild with him. It was an ache inside of her that she wanted to soothe.

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