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“Your—” I gasped hard as his lips latched onto my pussy, sucking hard as his fingers slid inside me. His mouth ravished me, flicking at my clit, fucking my pussy, and trailing faint lines around me, driving me insane.
He was amazing. My whole body was on fire, reaching peaks I’d never known were possible. Except, he always left me wanting more. He teased me, flicking my clit until it was on fire, only to blow on it and cool me down. The man was a clit tease, to say the least. And every time I started moaning for him, a low growl emanated from his chest, and he dove back in and got to work again.
“You taste fucking amazing,” he grumbled, his lips sucking hard at me.
I mumbled incoherently as I grasped the strands of his hair. I tried to direct him where I wanted, but he batted my hands away and moved where he wanted, which was always so much better than I imagined.
The moans and groans coming from my mouth were nothing compared to the filthy words I muttered under my breath. It was even too indecent for my own ears, and I had no qualms about my language in the bedroom. But this man…
“Duke,” I groaned, grinding my pussy against his face. Finally, after what felt like an infinite amount of time, he pressed his tongue hard against my clit at the same time he twisted his fingers inside me. I came hard, my legs twisting around his head as I screamed out his name.
My whole body quaked as I slowly untwined my legs from his reddened face. He grinned up at me, his face covered in my cum. Then he was crawling up over my body, hitching my leg in the crook of his arm. I wasn’t sure I could take too much more, but I didn’t have a chance to say a word as he thrust inside me. His chest rubbed against mine as the slick sweat grew between us.
I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him. “Duke,” I whispered as his lips slid over mine.
“Baby,” he said, nipping at my ear.
I had the feeling he wanted to say more, but didn’t want to ruin the moment. When he came hard inside me, my whole body clenched around his. My legs ached from being contorted and my thighs probably wouldn’t go back to their rightful position for many hours.
I expected him to slide off me and be done, but instead, his lips trailed kisses over my face and down my body. His hands didn’t stop their explorations either. Instead of it ending, it felt like it was only the beginning.
His beard tickled my inner thighs as he pressed kisses there. Then his mouth covered me again and his mouth got to work. I tried to close my legs, laughing because I was so sensitive, but he didn’t stop. He stared up at me, his bright blue eyes glimmering with need.
“Stop staring at me like that.”
“I could fuck you all day.”
“I can’t. I think you stretched my thigh muscles too far.”
“I didn’t think that was possible,” he smirked. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll eat your pussy.”
He pressed his lips back between my legs, but I squirmed away from him. I needed a break. Thankfully, he crawled up my body and pressed a smoldering kiss to my mouth. He tasted like sex and sweat, which only made me want him more.
He sighed and rolled off me, his cock still hard. “Didn’t you get your fill?”
“Of you?” he asked, rolling his head toward me. “Never.”
“Your sweet talk won’t work on me. I know how you operate.”
“And how’s that?”
I wasn’t about to explain to him what he already knew. Every woman knew a mechanic was a dangerous man to be around. Well, the good-looking ones. And Duke was the sexiest mechanic I’d ever met. And I’d never forget the sight of the blonde barbie draped all over him. I didn’t need to be another one of his conquests. But as long as this was on my terms, I was perfectly happy with satisfying an aching need. My hand only worked for so long before I craved a man’s touch.
I laid there, boneless and staring up at the ceiling as I tried to figure out the best way to extricate myself from the situation. I didn’t want to smack him on the ass and tell him he was a good lay, but I didn’t want to stay too long and make him think this would be a regular thing.
On the other hand…food was waiting…
I sat up and pushed the sheets away from me. “I’m starving.”
His warm hand trailed up my back, making it extremely difficult to get out of his bed. I stood and wandered out of the room, refusing to look back at him. As I made my way out to his living room, I grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it over my head.
“Going somewhere?” his deep voice reverberated through my head.
“Getting some food. You promised me dinner.”
He snatched his own pants off the floor and pulled them on, leaving them unbuttoned as he strolled into the kitchen. “That, I did.”
He pulled the steaks out of the fridge and laid them on a cutting board. Then he went around the kitchen collecting olive oil, salt, pepper, and Rosemary, setting them down on the counter beside the steak. Then he turned and leaned on the counter, staring at me.
