Page 26 of Good Duke Gone Wild

“How?”

He fisted the base of his large cock. “Get on.”

She rose up on her knees, unsure of what to do. But when he glided his cock down her core, an animal instinct welled up within her. Her body knew what it was searching for, and what she lacked in experience, she made up for in passion. And then where she fumbled, he guided her.

She could feel his wet tip between her legs, right on her core, sliding down to a new place. Where only his tongue had ever been. That’s where he was going to fit inside of her.

Her body shook at the thought. Her skin aflame. Her hands steady on his chest.

“Take me inside,” he coaxed her. “Suck me into your body, Siren. Clench around me and feel every inch of me inside you, filling you up.”

Slowly, she pressed herself down feeling the sensation of his head burgeoning inside of her. She swallowed a moan and grasped his chest harder. This. Uh…this…uh…This was holy God, this was perfection. Feeling him and his fullness deepening inside of her.

His groan rumbled through the thick air between them, and she pressed down further. He was inside of her, locked in. But her body craved more. Desperately.

“Take as much as you want—”

She slid down his shaft, feeling every last inch of him fill her. Stretch her. Touch her innermost parts.

Her breasts bounced as she bottomed out on him and his fingers dug into her hips. In the way she craved to feel owned.

Needing a few deep breaths, she sat on him, meeting his gaze.

“That’s my girl,” he spoke in soothing terms.

And because his eyes, heavy-lidded as they were, didn’t leave hers, she started to rock. He widened his knees and arched up into her.

It didn’t take long until they found a rhythm, sent straight from the gods.

She loved the way his name sounded on her lips as she moaned her pleasure, especially because everytime she said it, he responded with another thrust pushing even deeper than before.

She threw her head back, her breasts in the wide open air, bouncing for him. Her hands on his chest and her quim clenched around his cock her only anchors.

“God, you’re going to wring me dry, Aggie.” His voice only amplified her arousal. “I love how you move.”

“Only you,” she gasped as the pressure mounted inside of her. She couldn’t explain why she said that in the moment except that he was her everything right here and now. There was nothing before him. What had life been before she met him? A blurry reflection in a mirror. But this here, with him, this was real.

And then he thrusted up inside of her with an ever-hardening cock. Feeling even thicker than before, she felt herself clamp down on his cock, tightening, squeezing, pulsing. White hot pleasure flashed through her body, and then she slumped down on his chest.

Erratic thoughts threatened to spill into her head, but all she could think of was how much she loved this experience with him. Never in her wildest fantasies had she ever thought she could meet a man as masculine, strong, and passionate as Jude. Never mind seduce him. But here in his bed, everything felt right.

She didn’t know what would happen next, what could happen next. She knew what she was supposed to expect, marriage. But right now, that wasn’t even a plate on the table. His body. That was what she desired. And if on this short trip that was all she experienced,so be it.

But she’d be lying if she didn’t admit another part that called to her, his lifelong pursuit of adventure. That was the real danger because although she could see herself falling for that, she knew he wouldn’t be falling for an average lady like herself. There was no future here. Only experiences for the present. And that was fine.

Just fine with her. Nothing could be finer.

Chapter 14

JUDE HAD TRAVELED THE seas for the last several years, been with numerous women, tangled and fought with hardened killers. Little was left in the world that could surprise him.

But when Agatha opened her mouth and finally spoke after their love mak—sex, Jude’s brain froze.

“Thank you for that experience,” she said.

“You’re thanking me?” The bewilderment was taking the shape of rocks in his head and they were rattling around so loud that he could hardly hear himself speak, let alone think.

“Yes.” She pulled the sheets up to cover her breasts as she lay next to him. A little late for modesty.

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