Page 31 of The Wallflower and the Duke
Alfie pumped his hand over his cock, biting back a groan. “Are you ready for me?”
She bit her lip and spread her legs. The damn sight of her before him made him somehow harder.
“Good.”
He crawled over her, teasing the head of his cock over her entrance. Her soft pants urged him on.
“There’s no way you are going to fit.” Her hands bracketed his face, the faint hint of worry in her declaration.
“I will, promise.”
He kissed her, needing to feel all of her as he slowly pushed inside of her. Christ, she was so tight around him. “Breathe,” he whispered against her mouth.
Marjorie nodded.
“Can you feel me? Do you want me to fill you up, sweet?”
“Please,” she whimpered.
Damn, her breathy sighs were intoxicating.
“Tilt your hips up, and I’m going to move real slow.” He slowly pushed forward, hanging on to all his control. He didn’t want to be gentle, but for her, he would. For now, for as long as he could. “You’re so damn perfect, Jo. Do you feel me?”
“So much talking,” she groaned, arching her back off the mattress to press her hips against his.
Pleasure shot straight to his core as she raised her hips to meet him, and the chuckle that had been bubbling up in his chest turned primitive. Years, he had loved her. Years, and now she was here with him, sharing all of herself, urging him on. Giving him a reason when he had spent far too long searching for one outside of the dukedom.
He thrust once more, sinking in the rest of the way. Fire ignited down his spine, and he groaned. Then slowly, he drew back and feathered kisses down her neck before pulling back and driving back inside. Madness, this was pure madness, and he knew he wasn’t dreaming, but he had certainly dreamt of this moment more than once. Had pleasured himself to the thought of her wrapped around him, and this… this was so much better.
“Do you like it when I move in and out like this? When I tease you with my cock?”
Red bloomed across her pale skin. “Alfie, your mouth…”
“What about it?”
“You keep speaking… you keep saying such vulgar things, but I don’t want you to stop. I like that, too.”
He felt her pulse race against the base of her throat. He nipped her skin with his teeth as his control slipped. Greedy, yes. He wanted to mark her as his, claim her completely.
Mine.
“You’re taking me so well, sweet. Let me fill you up.” He adjusted his hips and drove deeper. “Christ, I need you.”
Alfie worked the head of his cock over her, teasing before he slipped back inside. He slid inside of her again, groaning and driving his hips against her, harder. Her body began to tense beneath him.
“You are so tight. Like that sweet, yes. Watch me. Eyes on me, then say my name.” He pressed his hand above her mound, slowly driving himself deeper. Feeling her tighten against him. “I want you to shatter around me again. I won’t stop until then. And then when you do, it’ll be my turn.”
He circled the pad of his thumb against that bud above her quim, feeling her tighten before her back arched off the bed, and she shattered around him, pulsing around his cock.
“You took me so well, Jo. Good girl. Let me…” He bent his head and kissed her, licking the seam of her mouth until she opened up to him. On her soft sigh, he thrust his hips harder, swallowing her gasp, and drove into her again.
“You like it when I say vulgar things? Your quim is perfect, so needy for me. I’m close now, Jo.” He braced his arms on either side of her next to the pillow and chased his need, pushing until he felt himself about to burst.
“Next time, I’m going to spend inside you. Tonight, I’ll keep true to my word.” Alfie pulled out and gripped his cock, pumping his hand up and down his hard length until at last, he spent over her stomach.
Marjorie panted, her eyes wide before she glanced down at her stomach, then grinned up at him, suddenly smug.
“You’ll be the death of me, Jo.” He laughed, his voice rough before kissing her for a moment. Lost in the feel of her, riding the wave of his own pleasure. Of how completely…
