Page 81 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
“I want to taste you,” I confessed.
“Fuck.” He released me, and I turned to face him. His pupils were blown wide, and they traced me as I kneeled before him right there in the wet sand where the ocean met the land, yearning for something it could never truly have.
His hard cock bobbed in front of me. A pearl of pre-cum beaded at his slit, and I leaned in to lick it up. The salty, musky flavor burst on my tongue, and like water on a hot day, my body yearned for more.
“Duke.” I ran my finger along his cock, tracking and teasing the prominent vein. “I don’t want you to be gentle right now.”
I gushed at the thought of him thrusting into me and using me for his pleasure.
“You’re sure?” His hands moved to my head, his fingers threading through my wet hair, already pulling my head tohis cock. “Tap my thigh if it gets to be too much.”
In answer, I opened my mouth, took the tip inside, and twirled my tongue around the head. His hips thrust forward roughly, driving his cock straight to the back of my throat. I gagged, but didn’t stop him. He threw his head back in pleasure, tightening his hands in my head to hold me exactly where he wanted me.
“Yes. Fuck, baby. Take it. Take my cock in your throat.”
I brought my hands to his thighs, and he slowed, giving me a chance to tap out. I slid them around to the back of his thighs to ground me and give me balance.
“Such a good girl,” he ground out as he held my head down to the base of his cock, never taking his eyes off me as he held me while I gagged.
Just before it became too much, Duke pulled his cock back and slipped it out of my mouth, removing one of his hands from my hair in the process to wrap it tightly around the base of his cock.
“If I keep going, I’m going to come in the gorgeous little mouth of yours.”
I wanted to taste him, but I needed to feel him more.
“If you come in my mouth, how fast can you get it up again?”
He huffed a small laugh. “With you looking like that, I’m sure it won’t be long, but I don’t need my cock to make you scream my name.”
“Good.” I didn’t answer further. Instead, I leaned in and took his cock back in my mouth. I sucked him down as far as I could go, doing my best to twirl my tongue along his length as I went until I choked myself on his cock.
The action aroused me enough that I knew I would come with the slightest stimulation. He thrust against me, and when he hit the back of my throat again, I moaned aroundhim, sending vibrations along his cock. His hips stuttered and then he pushed deeper than he had ever been.
More, I wanted to say, but I kept sucking. His hands were back in my hair, holding on this time, letting me do the work. I reached up and grabbed the base of his cock, running my hand along it as I shuttled it in and out, keeping suction as I went.
“Lily,” Duke said as he tensed, and then salty warmth burst on my tongue. I struggled to get it all down, still not used to the texture, but desperate for more of him like this—his hands in my hair, my name on his lips like a prayer as he came apart. I felt powerful and desirable as I kneeled in the sand, swallowing down the pleasure I brought him.
I suckled gently on his softening cock, cleaning up the cum still left on it and let it slip free.
Duke kneeled in front of me and captured my mouth in a searing kiss, chasing the taste of him on me before it disappeared completely. He left one hand in my hair, and brought the other to wrap around my waist, encircling me and drawing me close.
When he had his fill, he rested his forehead against mine in a move so tender my heart ached from it.
“That was amazing,” he said when his breathing slowed. We still held each other, the waves caressing us, but he pulled back just enough to look at me, releasing my hair to brush wet strands from my face. “God, you are so beautiful. How am I this lucky?”
Heat spread through me, turning me pink from his compliment. I’ve never been called beautiful before, and certainly not with the level of reverence in Duke’s voice.
My heart wouldn’t survive if he kept looking at me like I was a goddess and he was my acolyte, ready to worship mein any way I commanded.
“Make love to me, please.”
“Gladly.” He stood and helped me to my feet, my legs unsteady from my time on my knees. He bent over and picked me up in a bridal carry. Oh, no. My heart and body screamed at me to make this real. I didn’t dream of getting married, but to be his forever would be everything I never thought to want.
When we reached the packs, he set me gently on a rock. The shady spot he chose cooled my overheated body, the late summer sun already burning my pale skin, despite the layer of sunblock I wore.
“Stay right there,” he said as he turned back to the packs. I leaned back, enjoying the view. “We need to drink something, eat something, and then reapply sunblock. You’re far too pale to forget it.”
“And here I was, so wrapped up in sucking your cock, I forgot anything else existed. Guess I didn’t do a good enough job if you didn’t forget your own name.”
