27. Sylvie #2
Without another word, Duke led me into a flawless two-step. With my hand securely in his and his other pressed to my back, he pushed and pulled me in a way that made our dancing fluid, like we had been coupled together for years. Exhilaration zipped through me.
As the song faded, I gripped his forearms and looked up at him. Laughter bubbled in my chest as my eyes danced across his handsome features. “Duke Sullivan, you have been lying to me! I have seen you at this bar for years, and not one time have I seen you set foot on this dance floor.”
He swayed with me in his arms as the song changed to a moody ballad. “Just because I don’t dance doesn’t mean I can’t dance.”
“You are full of secrets.”
He pulled me closer to whisper in my ear. “You want to know another secret?”
Desire raced through me. “Yes.”
“I never danced before, because I could never dance with you.” Then, as if he hadn’t just shattered my world, Duke continued to hold me close to his chest.
This man.
How had I gone so long and not seen the pure, unfiltered sexiness of Duke Sullivan? It was raw and pure and powerful. I was inexplicably drawn to him. Every part of me, heart and soul, craved that man. I swayed with him, lost in him.
When the music switched back to an upbeat tempo, my eyes pleaded. “One more dance?”
His broody eyes drew downward as he considered my question. “You’re not too tired?”
A mischievous smirk danced across my features. “Worried you’re going to hurt your back, old man?” I teased.
His eyes grew nearly black in the dim lighting of the bar as he leaned down and let his deep voice caress the shell of my ear. “It’s not me I’m worried about, sweetheart. Your back’s gonna be hurting later too.”
I sucked in a breath as I looked up at him, biting my lower lip to keep from grinning. I was going for coy but fairly certain I looked like a feral cat in heat, ready to pounce on him and make him make good on his delicious promise.
We had only made it through another two songs before we were tumbling through the front door, a tangle of limbs and sloppy kisses and groans.
Duke always knew exactly how much pressure to apply to exactly which body parts to light me on fire and get me humming.
His mouth sucked at the pulse point at the base of my neck, as I groaned with my back pressed flat against the door.
“Please,” I pleaded.
Duke braced his hands against the wood behind me, his fingers curled tight into a fist. “I’m so hard for you right now.” As proof he ground his hard cock against my hip as I arched into him. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t...”
His voice trailed off in a breathless groan as I palmed his length through his jeans.
“You won’t,” I assured him. A fact I knew in the depths of my soul—Duke would never physically hurt me, but I didn’t want it gentle.
“I need you—” I swallowed hard, willing myself to be brave and ask for exactly what I needed.
I knew if I only asked, he would give it to me. “Rough.”
He leaned back, searing me with those dark eyes as though he was confirming he had heard me correctly—that I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me. I set my shoulders and lifted my chin, proving to him and myself that I could take whatever he could give me, that I craved the wild abandon.
He drew away from me with a growl. Duke bent low to support my legs as he hoisted me against him.
He left ample room for my belly as he swiveled and stomped up the stairs to our bedroom.
Instead of depositing me on the bed and fucking me senseless like I thought he would, Duke gently set me on my feet, turning my shoulders so I faced the long wardrobe mirror in the corner.
I watched Duke’s reflection as he stood inches behind me.
He started at my neck, sweeping my blonde hair to one side as his fingers found the zipper of my dress.
My mouth sagged open as he lowered the zipper, achingly slow.
When he reached my lower back, his fingertips brushed the sensitive skin there, and a shiver danced through me.
He smoothed his palms over my shoulders, allowing the top of the dress to expose my chest.
My boobs had gotten huge during pregnancy, and I enjoyed the way his hungry eyes roamed over the sheer bra.
My nipples stiffened to aching points. His hands continued to work the dress over my swollen belly until it broke free and pooled at my feet.
I had moved to pull down the warm knit leggings I had worn to ward off the chill, when his hand stopped me.
“Let me.” Duke dropped to one knee and gently peeled the fabric down my thighs.
I used his shoulder for stability as I stepped from the leggings, letting my fingertips dance across the short crop of hairs behind his head.
His eyes flicked from the bare spot between my legs to my face. “No panties?”
I jerked my head to the side. “They’re starting to dig and get uncomfortable.”
I watched as his large palms smoothed up my leg, sliding into my gap.
With one drag, he moved through my slit with the side of his index finger, stopping to press his thumb into my clit.
My knees threatened to buckle, and my eyes wanted to roll to the back of my head, but I couldn’t stop staring at us in the mirror.
Duke on his knees, worshiping my body as I watched, was a beautiful sight.
He removed his hand, sucking his index finger into his mouth and moaning around it. “Always so fucking sweet.”
I drew in a sharp inhale at his devious words. He looked up at me, noticing my eyes hadn’t left the mirror as I watched the scene unfold in front of me.
He glanced over his shoulder and smirked. “You like to watch, sweetheart?”
His hand went back to rubbing my pussy, and my hips started to move of their own volition.
“Say it,” he demanded as he slipped one finger inside of me, and I moaned. “You want to watch me fuck you hard.”
“Yes. I want it.”
“Good girl. I’m going to let you watch while I fill you and bring you to the edge before letting you come.” I watched as Duke slipped a second finger inside me, using his thumb to tease my clit and draw me closer and closer to the orgasm my body begged for.
My head tipped back, but my eyes remained locked on the mirror. Duke’s fingers pumped in and out of me. It was crass, vulgar, and utterly delicious.
“I want—” I could hardly get the words out between pants. “I want to come on your cock.”
His dark chuckle tightened the coil at my core as he nipped at my neck. “Don’t worry. You will.”
Every nerve ending on my body was on fire as I watched him coax the orgasm from me. With an open mouth and one hand gripping his hair, I came around his thick fingers. Only when the final shudders racked out of me, Duke stood, ripping off his shirt and removing his belt and pants.
I continued to watch as he stripped his black boxer briefs down his thick muscular thighs and clamped a fist around his massive, hard cock.
“Come here.” Still stroking himself, he grabbed my hand and guided me toward the edge of the bed.
From the corner, he turned me away from him before sitting on the edge.
I could still see him in the mirror, his erection jutting up from between those strong thighs.
With my hips in his hands, he guided me a step backward before dragging the head of his cock through my pussy.
I called out his name, but he didn’t stop his slow, torturous assault. I lowered an inch, worried my knees might buckle under the intense pleasure.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” His grip tightened on my hips. “Sit down on my cock and let me finally feel your sweet, tight cunt.”
I never imagined such filthy words being so freaking hot. But I wanted more . I wanted him.
“Relax,” he urged as my thighs trembled, attempting to hold the majority of my weight off him. “Sink all the way down. I want to feel you grind against me.”
I sighed in relief as I allowed the remainder of my weight to fall onto his lap. He was impossibly deep as he stretched me. “Yes, yes...” I panted a rhythm as my hips began to move.
Duke used his hands to set the pace. He moved my hips as he grunted behind me. His mouth clamped down on my neck, his teeth a delirious scrape against the sensitive skin.
“Watch,” he demanded.
My eyes flew to the mirror in the corner. Duke’s intense brown irises met mine as he pounded into me with my legs spread wide around the outside of his thighs. I could see his dick disappear inside me. It was the most erotic and beautiful thing I had ever seen.
“Goddamn, you are so fucking perfect. I want you to see how we fit. How we were made for each other.”
My senses were on overload. Sweat slicked my skin. My clit ached for release. My eyes gobbled up the delicious sight of Duke pumping into me. His thick muscular arms bearing our weight as I rode him.
“More, Duke. I need more.”
In one swift move, he lifted both of us as he stood and gently swiveled me around, never separating us. His movements were gentle but sure.
“Knees on the bed,” he demanded as his long arm reached forward, yanking a pillow down for my head and chest to rest on.
I scrambled to my knees. That same hand reached into my hair, pulling my face to the side. “Don’t stop watching.”
In the mirror, I took us in. My knees on the bed, ass in the air, my chest on the mattress with my belly hovering safely above the bed as Duke pulled his long cock out of me.
It glistened with my arousal, and we both moaned.
With an achingly slow drag, I watched Duke enter me.
Over and over he pumped into me as his body coiled tight behind me.
I had never imagined sex could be so naughty and exhilarating. But with Duke, it was everything . I knew Duke would give me everything he could. Anything I asked, which gave me the bravery to request exactly what I wanted.
“Slap my ass,” I panted. “Don’t be gentle.”
In the mirror, his dark eyes flared before his hand reared back and a crack of hand on flesh filled the bedroom. His rough palm immediately massaged away the sting. A fresh surge of wetness coated his cock.
“Fuck yes.” He groaned as he continued to pump inside me. “Again?”
A jerky nod was all I could muster. His hands and cock brought me to the edge of my climax.
Crack.
“Yes!”
Another rub. His short nails dragged down the curve of my ass.
Crack .
Intense pleasure mixed with pain and forced an orgasm to tear through me. After a few pumps of his hips, Duke was tumbling right behind me. His cock jerked and swelled inside me as he emptied his release deep.
My arms shook as warmth seeped down my inner thighs after Duke slipped out of me. Carefully he collected me in his arms, holding my bodyweight, as I was too weak to stand. When I was nestled on my side on the bed, his large body collapsed behind me, gently tugging me into a close embrace.
“Holy shit.” His breath was hot as he panted behind me.
“Thank you,” I said softly. “That was... incredible.” My voice hitched. I was just as breathless as he was.
His hands moved over the curve of my ass, where no doubt there would be a bright-red mark. A devious part of me couldn’t wait to see if it stayed until tomorrow as a reminder of the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.
Duke shifted, propping himself up on his hip, and bent in half to lean over and place a gentle kiss on my butt. “Was it too much?” he murmured, concern laced through his voice.
I hummed with a smile. “It was the exact right amount.”
I didn’t have the bravery to tell him I knew that the time we had together would never be enough.