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“Please what?”
“Please make me come.”
The head of his shaft was pressed against me again, and then he thrust inside me.
I screamed in rapture.
I was so full; impossibly full. I wanted more. I wanted him seated all the way inside me, despite the discomfort, despite the pain of him being just a bit too big for my body at this angle.
“I’m going to fuck you every day,” he growled, his chest touching my back. “Fuck you every day so I can hear you scream my name. Fuck you every day so you’re so god damn full of me you don’t remember a time when I wasn’t inside you. Fuck you every day, giving you so many orgasms you beg me to stop. And then I’ll fuck you until you’re pregnant. You’ll wake up with my head between your legs. You’ll go to sleep with my dick still inside you. And still you’ll beg for more. Won’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
His hands reached around to play with my nipples. A shot of desire sparked between my legs and then one of his hands left my breast to stroke me between my thighs. He quickly found the engorged nub and paid homage to it.
I slapped my hand against the wall as my orgasm washed over me, but still Duke didn’t stop thrusting. If anything, his pace quickened. He grew harder, longer inside me. We were messy and sweaty, and he slipped out of me.
Duke turned me around and grasped my elbows, backing us up until we hit the couch. He gently pushed me down, grabbed my legs, and opened me up to him. He gripped his erection and guided it back inside my body. He settled my legs onto his shoulders and then he began to rut.
His skin flushed with heat and pleasure; he took me with a mindless determination. My second orgasm was shorter than the first, an intense burst.
Duke rammed into me, clenched his jaw, and came with a raspy growl.
For a long moment, the only sounds I heard were our heavy breaths, nearly drowned out by the beating of my own heart.
He slid out of me, his seed pouring down my leg. Duke bent over, and with a finger, he pushed some of it back inside me.
Exactly where it belonged.
We were naked and lying side by side, long ways, on the couch. “We gotta shampoo these couch cushions,” I murmured, snuggling against him, brushing my lips across his pectoral.
“Or we could throw the thing out,” he said.
“Yeah. That’s probably easier,” I agreed. “But what do we do in the future?”
“We buy our own couch to go in our own house.”
“No, I realize that,” I said with a chuckle. “I just meant, if we’re going to have repeat performances, we need to figure out a game plan.”
“Cover it in plastic?” he suggested wryly. “You can just spray and wipe up the jizz.”
“Classy. Real fucking classy,” I muttered.
“You got a better idea? We can’t throw out a couch every time I fuck you on it. We’ll go broke.”
I grinned and looked up at him.
He smiled down at me. Duke stroked my hair and then kissed my forehead. “Leather couch for the win.”
I closed my eyes and sighed. “I like this.”
“Sex with me?”
“Yeah, but also the cuddling.”
“Cuddling is nice,” he agreed. “It’ll be hard to cuddle in the kitchen though.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
