Page 76 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
I brushed my thumb along her hairline, just needing to touch her, to have my hands on her as she took my cock deep.
“God. It’s like you were born to take me.” I arched my hips up as she pushed herself down me, trying to take more. “Swallow around it and breathe through your nose.”
I pushed lightly, encouraging her to take me deeper, and groaned when she followed my directions. She gagged and backed off, but didn’t pull off completely before she sucked me back down, a little further this time.
“There you go, baby, just like that.” Both my hands tangled in her hair now, guiding her head in just the right rhythm. She moaned, seeming to love the illusion of having no choice.
She reached down and gently rolled my balls in one of her hands while she gripped me with her other and focused on my head again.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” She took me down deep again, moaning around my cock as it reached her throat. I lost control and thrust hard into her, making her cough.
“Shit, sorry.” She pulled off and a string of saliva connected us until she wiped it away.
“For enjoying yourself?” She stroked me, twisting every other time she reached my head, like she wanted to tease me, but that’s it.
“For pushing too much.”
She sighed, and her hand on me stilled.
“Listen here, Duke. We’ve talked about this. You have to trust me. You’ve never hurt me. I pulled off when I needed to. I liked that you lost control. I lose control every time you touch me, and you don’t see me apologizing for it.”
Her grip on my cock tightened, just enough to add a little bite to her words, and somehow the fire of them burned through me. My dick twitched, needing more of her harsh treatment and stern words.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Now, do you want me to keep sucking your cock until you come in my mouth, or do you want me to ride you and let you fill me up?” She kept stroking me but brought her other hand to her breast and just held it up, an offering to me, showing me exactly what my view would be.
“Ride me.”
She did, her head thrown back, my hands on her hipsguiding her as she cried out in pleasure. I reached up and pulled on her nipple when she came, prolonging the pleasure until I came in her, filling her exactly as she asked.
She laid out on me, her legs still wrapped around my hips, and traced one of my tattoos.
“Lily?”
“Hmm?”
“How do you feel about helicopters?” I ran my fingers up and down her spine, playing with the strands of her hair that lay across it.
She bolted upright, excitement lighting her eyes as effectively as the rising sun behind us.
“I’ve always wanted to ride in one. Wait? Do you have a helicopter?” She didn’t move from her spot on my pelvis, and my cock gave a twitch of interest at the position before giving up the ghost—still not ready for more.
“I have a helicopter, and I would like to take you for a ride.” I ran my hands along her thighs as a myriad of emotions played across her face.
“Yes. Oh my god, that sounds amazing. Where are we going? Like a tour of the city?” She started wiggling in her excitement, and I decided this was my new favorite view—excited, naked Lily bouncing on me with the golden light of early morning caressing her curves.
“Leave that to me. I’ll get it all worked out and message you the information so you can agonize over it all week, like I know you enjoy.”
She squealed—actually fucking squealed—before launching herself onto me and kissing every inch of my face.
This was going to work. I could feel it in my bones. Shewas mine. Now, all I needed to do was tell her.
The morning I set my plan in motion dawned bright and clear, with low humidity and chirping birds. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect morning, like nature gave me its blessing. We were at the tail end of storm season. Fall was coming to Savannah—well, our version of it—and today promised that the oppressive heat and humidity would be coming to an end.
I couldn’t have asked for a better day to take Lily out in my helicopter for the first time. Frankly, I’m a little surprised I hadn’t done this before. What was the point of being rich enough to own a helicopter and trained by the military to fly it if I wasn’t going to use it to woo the woman I loved?
My chest felt light and free at that thought.The woman I loved. I’d loved her forever, but it felt so damn good to admit it to myself. I didn’t even fear she would say no. How could she when we were so good together?
