Duke Page 16
“That’s for the sponge.”
“My hands will do it.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
He grinned. “Bring me that ass.”
“Go away, horny.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her backward to his chest. Before she could suck in a breath, he had his soapy hand down between her legs and carefully washed her pussy. She squirmed and tried to bite off a moan. Duke wouldn’t let go. The more he massaged, the more it turned her on. Her clit swelled at his touch, and her core wound tight.
Wiggling her hips didn’t do any good because it rubbed his hard cock against her ass. She tried to reach the shower floor with her toes to get a grip, but Duke hauled her higher.
“Almost clean,” he teased.
“My cootchie isn’t that dirty. You’ve washed it three times!”
“Oops, one more spot.” His thumb strummed her clit, and she clenched her teeth. The bastard was going to make her come. He knew what the hell he was doing. She grabbed onto his forearm and shut her eyes. The orgasm crashed down over her.
“Not fair,” she moaned as she came out of the haze of pleasure.
His lips touched the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “Should I treat you unfairly one more time?”
“Shut up.”
He chuckled and set her on her feet. She thought she was free, but he grabbed the sponge this time and lathered it up to wash her from head to foot. After he did the same to himself, he let her out of the shower. She quickly dried off and ran into the bedroom to find a nightie. Being naked only gave the idiot ideas.
With a nice warm nightgown on that was anything but sexy, she climbed into their bed. She made it under the covers, about to sleep in her favorite position—on her belly with one leg raised. Duke stalked out of the bathroom naked as the day he was born. His cock was still solid. Takiyah burrowed deeper beneath the covers, hiding her eyes so she couldn’t see him. Too late though, she was turned on again. Why did he have to be so damn hot?
Duke drew the covers off her, and the chill brought goose bumps to her skin. “Duke, I’m cold.”
“Not for long.”
She cried out his name again when he stretched his big, heavy form over her body. He raised her hands above her head and pinned her face down under him. When he kissed her shoulder, another chill touched her, but it wasn’t from cold. Now she was on fire, and her pussy clenched in anticipation.
Duke moved his hips, and the tip of his cock touched her opening. She tried not to arch her hips, but her body refused to obey. She wanted him bad.
“Duke,” she whined, feeling weaker by the second.
He nuzzled her neck and nipped her skin. “Are you telling me you want this inside you?” He gave a small push, and the tip pierced her. She cried out in ecstasy. No way in hell could she lie. He pulled back, and she almost wept. Another push, and an inch slid inside. “Not at all?”
“Bastard, you know I want you.”
“Hard?”
He was killing her. “Yes, damn it!”
He thrust in, hard and rough. She screamed and arched so she could get all of it, every single inch. His grunt rumbled against her back. “Again?”
“Yes, please, Duke.”
“Mm, I like when you beg me, baby.” He drew his cock out and slammed it in again. Her breath whooshed out of her body, and sanity left. She dropped her head against the pillows. He followed, claiming her mouth. She surrendered to his tongue but then forgot how to respond when he pounded his thick cock in and out of her over and over. “Your tight pussy is going to make me come, Kiyah.”
She uttered a sound that made no sense whatsoever. Speech was beyond her.
“Is it too much? Do you want me to slow down?”
She didn’t answer. Let him never stop, she pleaded in silence.
He clicked with his tongue in rebuke. “You know better.”
“Don’t stop—ever. Please, Duke.”
“That’s my girl.”
He released her hands and extended an arm under her, hoisting her up toward him. For long moments, he claimed her body. She clutched the sheets and bit down on her bottom lip as he took her. A second orgasm shook her core. She gave in to it, just feeling, and in to Duke because he was everything she wanted and more.
Much later, after the fourth or fifth orgasm, Duke let her rest, and she curled in his arms, yawning. He stroked her hair and tugged her nearer to his chest. When she shivered, he pulled the covers over them.
Takiyah sighed in contentment. “You don’t admit it, but working at the club keys you up. I think the only way you can sleep is if you come in me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Uh-huh. We’ve had sex every night since you started there.”
“Doesn’t sound familiar.”
She slapped his chest. He smacked her ass.
“Sleep, baby. We have to be up to get Keen.”
She hesitated. “Duke, do you think you can love him?”
He moved, and she felt his gaze on her. Confusion colored his handsome face. “I already love him as my son. Have I done something wrong?”
“No, I was just wondering.”
The usual grin was absent from his face, and he seemed to mull something over. “I’ve never been into kids and thought I’d run if ever a woman I was with had one or suggested we have a baby together. Keen is different.”
“Because he thinks you hung the moon?”
He winked. “I did.”
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”
“He’s different, and so are you. One day soon I’m going to prove that by becoming your husband officially. I’m going to work hard to make a good life for both of you. I’ll become responsible.”
A lump filled her throat. “I love you the way you are, Duke. I truly do. But thank you from the bottom of my heart. I never imagined you were the one for me, but I’m sure you are now.”
He kissed her and rested his forehead against hers. “I didn’t know at first. I was chasing the same old dead end. You and Keen gave me purpose, and I like it a lot. I want to make you an official Marquette. Marry me tomorrow.”
“Duke!” Her stomach tied in knots. “You’re the same impulsive man.”
“You said you love me just as I am.”
She laughed. “You know what, you’re right. Why wait for tomorrow. Let’s get Keen this morning and get married today.”
He whooped and crushed her in his arms. “Now you’re speaking my language!”
The End
About the Author
Tressie Lockwood has always loved books, and she enjoys writing about heroines who are overcoming the trials of life. She writes straight from her heart, reaching out to those who find it hard to be completely themselves no matter what anyone else thinks. She hopes her readers enjoy her stories.
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