Page 48 of The Duke's Hellion

Her lips found his as he brought them closer to the bed. After dropping her onto the bed, she whimpered her delight, and he pressed his body down upon her.

“Is this what you like? You want me to take you?”

“Take what’s yours,” she whispered, hardly managing the words.

His elbows braced her sides. “I will take what’s mine.” His teeth sunk into her neck, and she arched her back, forcing her nipples to cut into his rippling chest. His shirt was torn from his body and he sat up, untying and then peeling off her negligee.

His eyes grazed her body again, this time seeing her fully. “God, you’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen, Mimi.”

She didn’t allow herself time to reflect on those words, but stored them in her heart to cherish always. Instead, she reachedup and pulled him closer to her, desperate for his heat. Urgently needing his lips upon her, and her hands roaming his body.

She caressed his neck and gripped tightly onto his biceps. She could feel him flexing his muscles beneath her grasp, the gesture pooled heat between her thighs.

His head dipped down her body and her stomach hollowed out. She could feel his breath on her most private parts.

“Sam?” It was a quaking plea. She felt crazed, needing, urgently, but unsure what he was—

“Oooooooh…” A moan flashed out of her lips. His tongue was licking her.

“You taste so sweet, Mimi.”

Her hands plunged into his hair, holding him in place. She never knew she would need this sensation, his tongue on her essence. He was feasting on her, devouring her, yet tenderly.

When his tongue stopped, she whimpered. But the beat lasted only a second before he was sucking on her pearl. And God, she didn’t want this ever to end.

Calling his name, she could feel herself tensing, but in the best conceivable way. His stubble burned brilliantly against her groin, and she moaned again. And then, as he continued to suck on her, he reached up and gently squeezed her nipple. A flash of white tore through her like lightning in the darkest sky. Pleasure rippled through her like thunder, and the rains of pleasure flooded her.

When he looked up at her, half-lidded, he said, “That’s my girl. Now you’re ready for me.”

Oh.

My.

God.

What had she gotten herself into? There was more? Her limbs were weak, but if there were more, she wanted it. She wanted it all.

“Yes,” she murmured. “I want you.”

He stood and dropped his breeches, and she watched as his cock bobbed out. He was thick and hard. And God, was he large. If she had her full senses about her, she might be convincing herself that he wouldn’t fit inside of her, but all she heard were his reassuring words.Now you’re ready for me.

Mimi regarded Sam’s manhood. What she had thought about the quiver could only truly be said about what she saw before her.Thiswas the most incredible, singular piece of equipment she had ever seen.

So she rested on the bed while he placed himself at her entrance. He brushed his cock down her slit, pulling and pushing moisture at his will. She was so tender that each touch compelled her to moan.

“Open for me, Mimi,” he leaned over her body and whispered the words into her ear. The soft breath tickled her body all the way down her ribcage, and her legs fell apart further, widening for him.

His tip pressed against her, and it was the most captivating sensation she had ever felt. She was made for him, and as he pressed in, inch by glorious inch, she was only more and more convinced of that fact.

Her body wrapped itself around him, clenching him, as if to never let him go.

“God, you’re so tight, Mimi. You’re choking me.” His voice was ragged in her ear, but each time he spoke, she felt wetter.

“Tell me more,” she groaned.

“Mmm…” he moaned against her cheek. “So hot. So wet. For me. Take me in, Mimi.”

And now she knew that as much as she wanted him to take her, her body, as a woman, was meant to receive, and she wanted to take him into herself.

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