Page 39 of The Duke's Hellion

Oh.

My.

God.

This was happening. She scrambled to her knees, her head hanging between her elbows.

Sam lifted her bottom hem and sucked in his breath.

“I’m going to do this one time and one time only. There are no expectations after this.”

“Yes,” she mumbled, her heart racing, her arms shaking as they held up her body weight. She wanted his hands on her body. On a part of her that no one had touched. In a way that no one had touched her before. She wanted his scolding. His protection. And she wanted it desperately. She could feel an ache between her legs as she waited. She wanted to peek over her shoulder to see his face, but she could hardly think straight, never mind coordinate the thoughts it would take to turn her head and give him a coy look.

When he spoke, his deep voice reverberated through her stomach and caused her heart to tremble. “This is for almost causing a scandal.”

She nodded, but wasn’t sure if he could see it—

SMACK!

She groaned. God, if she had been wet earlier, after the ceremony, she was dripping right now. She could feel it seeping down her leg.

Through her groan, she didn’t hear what Sam said, but then his hands gripped her waist and she was straddling him. Hercore was nestled on either side of a bulge in his breeches, and she moaned at the contact.

She threw her head back, arching her breasts up against him, wanting to feel more.

She needed more, but she had no idea what to do with him. Well…she had some ideas.

Chapter Sixteen

Sam was beyondpossessed. As Mimi was grinding against his thickening cock he knew he had never been so hard in his life. Her breasts had been thrust before him and he desperately wanted them in his mouth. One hand gruffly glided up her torso and cradled her breast, lifting it to his mouth. He could see where her nipple would be and he was desperate. He let go of her and with two hands wrenched open the layers hiding her breasts.

Her mewl spawned a bottomless desire within him. He needed to hear that sound again, no matter what it took. Taking both of her breasts he pressed them together and sucked one side and then the other into his mouth. Her head was thrown back, lolling slowly from side to side. Her body writhing atop him had evolved from grinding to bouncing lightly, her center pressing and releasing against his throbbing rod.

For a quick contented second, he sat back and watched her breasts dance before him. “God, you’re beautiful.” The words were out of his mouth before he could put more thought behind them.

“Take me,”—she puffed out the words before adding—“Sam.”

His name on her breath. Her hoarse cry. He couldn’t deny her. He gripped her hips tightly, following her lead, offering himself up to her for her pleasure. A mixture of groans clouded his thoughts, more so when her hands tunneled through his hair and gripped him hard.

She repeated her earlier plea, and this time he understood it for what it was. A request for guidance, instruction. Perhaps even a request for him to take over her movements. “Sam, take me.” It was urgent, her cheek was pressed against his and her mouth was against his ear this time. He could feel her heartbeat pulsating through her chest.

There was nothing he liked more than being in control in the bedroom, but there was something about Mimi he wanted to know in a different way. He would normally give in to her request in a trice, but this time he wanted her to lead this experience. He wanted to see what she wanted. What she liked. What she would do. How she would find her pleasure using him.

“No, Mimi. You do it. Take me and find your pleasure.” And the words were like the splitting of a dam. Her hips ground into his. Her hands were all over his body, capturing the muscles in his stomach. Pressing into his chest. Kneading his shoulders. Cupping his jaw. Holding the back of his head like she would never let go. He had been held by countless women in his life, many experienced women, but this was different. This was passion and connection. An intimacy he had never felt before.

“There…ah…yes, Sam.” Her words were stilted, but her movements were fluid. He could feel the tightening in his lower back. The heaviness in his sack. The base of his cock solid as steel. There was no skin to skin contact apart from their face and hands, yet still he was the most aroused he had ever been. “Yes…uh…uh…yes, yes.” Just before she screamed his name, his hand flew up to cover her mouth and muffle the cry that would surely ruin her, “Sam!”

The spasm in her body threw him over the edge. His legs went numb, his cock was like granite, and hot liquid gushed out of him into his breeches. He hadn’t done that…possibly ever. His cock twitched as she squeezed once last ounce of pleasurefrom him. Warmed in the fluid, his rod had never felt such satisfaction.

Slumped against his body, her head rested against his shoulder. After taking a few minutes to steady his breathing and regain strength in his legs, he swept her in his arms and stood. She was barely awake, so he laid her in her bed, brushed her hair from her forehead, and kissed her temple, tucking her in for the night.

*

It was theafternoon of the archery tournament, the most exciting part of this whole house party. Save for last night with Mimi. Oh, and the wedding. The reason they had all gathered. Of course, Sam should have a vested interest in the wedding…and he did. Sort of. Jacob was a friend. Sally was a nice lady. The two were in love. And so on and so forth. Greatest day of their lives. Yes. That’s what they believed. Sam wasn’t convinced. Yes, he believed they were in love. But he knew only too well what an all-consuming love like theirs could lead to. So, back to the point, he was more keen on the archery tournament than the wedding at this point.

And really, calling it a tournament was a bit of a stretch. It was an activity that had been postponed and now the competitive few had had too much time to build up the event in their minds. There was no prize for the winner except the knowledge that they had beat a few other archers.

Waiting for the event to begin, Sam took up a place near the barrel. The same one upon which he had arm wrestled Mimi. Had he really called her a child so recently? Even when he had addressed her as such, he hadn’t really thought of her as a child. She was a woman, but he had needed the distance betweenthem. Something about her was too electrifying to go near. And now he knew firsthand exactly how electrifying she was. Her passion. Her willingness. Her desire. It stoked a fire in him that he needed to quell. Yet there was no part of him that desired a future being married.

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