Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“How about we start with your first fantasy?”
I lick my lips in response.
Duke guides me by the hips to the edge of the mattress. Gripping the waistband of my sweats, he rips them off me within seconds. Duke is like the Houdini of sex. Now you see my pants, now you don’t.
I look at him with my mouth open in shock. He winks and then drops to the floor in front of me, spreading my thighs to make room for himself.
“What was I doing on the ice the first time you thought of me licking your pussy?”
“Not surprisingly,” I say with a wicked smile, “you were fighting someone.”
He bends forward and pushes my tank over my breasts. “Take this off.”
I throw the shirt on the floor, now bared to him. His eyes travel over my naked body, and then he hovers his mouth over my pussy. A moan rips from my lips as his breath warms my skin. He’s not even touching me, and yet I can feel him everywhere.
“What do you like about the fights?” He peeks up at me with a wicked look in his eyes. “What turns you on when you watch me?”
“You,” I say, fisting a chunk of his dirty blond hair in my hands. “You make the sexiest faces when you fight.”
He laughs, and the simple movement makes my toes tingle. Duke is too close to my aching core, tormenting me with his questions. Touch me, I want to yell. But I have a feeling Duke is planning to make this an all-night thing.
“And I bet you make the same determined faces while you’re having sex.”
He wiggles his eyebrows. “Only one way to find out.”
Duke raises my right thigh and rests my leg over his shoulder. Because I’m pretty sure he’s trying to kill me, he slides one finger inside me. He pushes it in and out of me, so painfully slow my insides clench around him. I lean back on my elbows, and a soft moan escapes my lips as I watch him withdraw his finger and add another.
“Duke,” I moan. “Mmm… That feels so good.”
“Wait until you feel my cock,” he says with fire behind his words.
“I want to touch you,” I choke out, reaching a hand out in front of me.
He shakes his head and swats my hand away. “Not yet. Patience, Doc.”
“In my dreams, you didn’t torture me.” I lean back, and my eyes slam shut from the sensation rocking through my body. “Oh, my God. Keep doing that… I’m so…”
Duke slams his fingers into me, hitting every pleasure point at once. “Come for me,” he groans, rolling his thumb over my clit. I moan in response, and he adds, “That’s it, baby. Strangle my fingers like they’re my cock.”
I’m on the edge of losing control, so close my entire body trembles. Duke clutches my thigh in his big hands, his mouth dangerously close to my aching clit. His fingers glide in and out me, slick with my juices. He looks up at me with an evil grin on his lips, and then he rolls his tongue over my sensitive skin.
“Duke,” I groan, running my hand through his hair, desperately needing more of his tongue as I pull him closer.
His eyes flicker with heat, giving me tentative licks as he watches me. His eyes haven’t left mine from the second we stepped into the bedroom. A rush of excitement spreads up my thighs with each flick of his tongue, and when he slips his tongue between my folds, an intense wave of pleasure washes over me.
I grip his hair, greedy for more, and his tongue slides further inside me. My toes curl. My body is wound so tight I feel like a rubber band about to snap. Heat courses through my veins, sending a brush of fire up my legs and arms. I ride out my orgasm, and Duke sucks on my clit as I hit the peak of my climax.
“Damn, Doc,” he says, rolling his thumb along his bottom lip. His mouth is glistening with my juices. “So, was that how you’d imagined it?”
“My dreams don’t even do you justice,” I say, out of breath.
He smirks. “What’s your next fantasy?”
I tug on his shirt. “Take this off.”
His shirt hits the floor a second later. I run my hands over his strong shoulders and down his thick arms. He’s built like a boxer, his muscles so hard it’s like touching steel. His skin is so smooth I get a little carried away, running my fingers over his chiseled stomach.
“In my dreams,” I say, gripping his shoulders, “you made me get on my knees.”
“Oh, I like where this is going,” he groans.
“I figured you would.”
He lifts me up from the bed, his fingers digging into my back. I stare into his eyes as I strip off his belt and flip open the button on his jeans. His pants and boxers are on the floor along with mine a few seconds later.