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Duke’s cock: as essential to me as food and water.
“Not stopping,” Duke grunts, and the sound of our flesh thudding together rises over the burbling pool. “Never gonna stop. You’re mine, Clementine.Mine.”
And he looks half wild above me, possessive as hell. He grabs a fistful of my hair, tugs my head to the side, and sucks a bruise on my throat. His teeth scrape.
“Mine,” he says again, punching forward with his hips. And…
Claimed.
That’s what I am.
This man has picked me, and I’ve picked him, and we’re doing this. Together.
As I rake my nails down his back, I’m possessive too. Want Duke to hiss when he feels them in the shower later; want him to catch sight of those red marks in the mirror and see my message:Clementine was here.
Meg will drown me in the pool if she sees them, but whatever. He may be her dad, but he’smyman. He’s mine, and he wants me. Needs me.
“Love you,” Duke rumbles in my ear, like he’s reading my mind; finishing my thought for me. “This is it, baby. You don’t have to feel lonely anymore.”
My breath hitches.
No. And neither does he.
I bite down on his shoulder.
Ten
Duke
Christ, she’s a little wildcat. Clementine’s mewling and writhing beneath me, trying to force me deeper with each thrust; her chest heaves with each breath, a flush blending away her freckles. Her red hair looks dark from the pool water and the gathering shadows, and her eyes are starry as she gazes up at me.
Fuck.
This girl looks at me like I hung the moon. And I haven’t earned it, not yet, but you’d better believe I’ll spend the rest of my days trying to deserve Clem’s hero worship.
“Ngh,” she says when I rock into her, finding a good angle. My cock strokes along her insides, and she ripples up against me.
So slick. So warm and tight.
I’m stroking wet hair off her face when she catches my wrist. When she guides my thumb between her lips, cheeks hollowing as she sucks me down to the second knuckle. Her tongue lashes the underside of my thumb, and a wave of heat rolls through me, searing me from the inside.
“Christ!” I bellow, slamming between her legs. Pounding her into the stone tiles, her lips still puckered around my thumb. “Oh, shit!Clementine.”
She pulls off with a pop, and her lips are shiny with spit. She buries her face in my throat with a wail.
And lord…
I’ve tried to live well in my life. Tried to be an honorable man, whenever the choice presented itself. And I guess I always figured if that ever paid off, it’d be in the afterlife sometime.
But as Clementine tightens up around me, her whole body shuddering beneath mine; as she bucks and moans and shivers with pleasure, loosing her shattered cries to the stars…
Yeah.
This is it. My personal heaven.
I hold out until she’s definitely done, her body limp and gasping. Then I pound one fist on the tiles, wrench her leg up with the other hand, shove myself as deep as I can go—and release.
Thank. God.
