Page 130 of Duty and Desire

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His hand went between my legs, two fingers gliding tight over my clit then driving right inside.

Oh yeah.

I fell fully to my back, closed my eyes, lifted my knees, and reached to him.

Hard muscle, sleek, hot skin.

Beautiful.

I opened my eyes as he started to stroke. “You need to get inside me.”

“And you need to be ready, baby,” he said low, his voice tight.

“I think you can feel I’m ready for you, honey,” I pointed out.

I wasn’t wet.

I felt it.

I wasslippery.

He separated his fingers inside me and dragged them out.

My eyes rolled back into my head and my fingers dug into his sides.

He withdrew and gently rolled my clit.

I looked at him again, fingertips compulsively clutching his flesh. “Mo,please.”

“Slow,” he said.

Had he lost his mind?

We’d been waiting a hundred years!

“Not slow,” I replied.

His fingers left me, and I felt why when he guided the head of his cock to me.

“Oh yeah,” I breathed.

He slid in, stretching me. I took the head and then he rocked, giving me just that.

I glided my hands to his pecs and held on. “More, Mo. Come inside.”

He gave me another couple of inches, opening me, filling me, then no more and he again rocked, giving me only that.

The wide stretch affected my clit, the gentle rub pure, deliciousagony.

“Mo, baby,” I pleaded.

“I’m a lot.”

Through the haze, I focused on him and saw the strain, the sweat breaking out, the harshness in his face, the dark hunger in his gaze.

I reached up, grasped onto his thick neck, pulled myself up and stared in his eyes.

“I don’t care, Mo. I want it all.”

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