Page 64 of The Duke's Pet

“Shh, no talk of this ending, and no, your inexperience is most appealing.” He reached for her hand. “Feel me,” he whispered. “Feel my manhood.”

Her heart was pounding as he guided her hand to his cock. Once there he wrapped her fingers around it and placed his palm over the top of hers. He squeezed, showing her the correct pressure to apply.

“Sir!” He was so hard and stiff, his flesh warm as if over steel.

“Give me strength, your little hand...” he murmured on a groan. “Stroke me, like this.”

He moved his hand, taking hers with it, traveling to the base then up to the tip.

His shaft stiffened further and his body tensed at her side. He let out a long sigh as he released his grip on her.

His reaction thrilled her; she wanted more, she wanted to see and feel him more.

Propping up onto her elbow, she flicked the sheets back so she could see him, and what she was doing to him.

“God help me.” He looked down at her hand on him.

She worked him harder, a little faster too. His cock peeked from her fist each time she touched the base of his shaft.

His hips were lifting and falling in time with her hand. His breaths had quickened.

After a minute he arched his neck and closed his eyes.

“Sir.”

“Don’t... stop...”

She guessed she was doing it right, pleasing him, and a smile spread on her face.

A drip of warm liquid seeped from the slit on his cock, the moonlight making it sparkle. She collected it up on her next swipe to the top of his cock and used it to smooth her way.

“Oh... I’m going to...” He fisted the sheet at his side and stared at her, his teeth gritted. “Do not... stop doing... that...”

“I won’t.” Her arm was aching but nothing would distract her from her task.

For a moment it seemed as if his pleasure was more pain—his face was etched with tension, his breath held, and his abdominal muscles tense. But then he released a bliss-laced roar and sprang forward. Ropes of seed burst from his cock, landing on his belly.

Jemima kept working him, her own body buzzing with excitement.

“Come here.” He curled his hand around the back of her neck and drew her down for a kiss.

It was a wild, passion-infused kiss that had her trembling and falling into him as if she was exactly where she belonged, here in this bed with this man.

“You’re good at that,” he said against her lips and seeming to sag, as though his body was relaxing every last muscle.

“I had a good teacher.”

“There was quite a lot of natural talent going on.” He chuckled.

She memorized the sound of his laugh along with the sound of his pleasure. She’d lock it away and take it out when she was missing him, when she was no longer at Hillcrest.

Don’t think about that now.

He pulled up the sheet and then tugged her into an embrace. “You can let go of it now.”

“I can?”

“Yes.” He kissed the top of her head. “A man always needs a little recovery time.”

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