“I’m the one who should be apologizing, Sunshine, not you.”
“How do you figure?”
“It’s my job to take care of you and I failed spectacularly. I should’ve been paying closer attention to your needs. It won’t happen again, I promise you that.”
She yawned. “Why do I get the feeling you’re going to go overboard?”
“Because you know me too well.” Leaning in, I kissed her soft and sweet. She tried to deepen the kiss, but I pulled away. “You’re sick.”
“Not anymore. I’m fine, Duncan.” She peppered kisses along my jawline while her hand snaked between us, rubbing my hardened cock through my pants. “Please, honey, I need you.”
“Dammit, Sloane.”
“Is that a yes?”
“When have I ever said no to you?”
Sloane
He had us both naked before I even realized what he was doing. Duncan sat against the headboard with me straddling his lap. I may have initiated sex, but I was under no illusion as to who was in control. Honestly, I preferred it that way. He played my body with expert precision, bringing me to the brink of release and holding me on the edge until he wanted to tip me over.
“Let me know if I’m too rough.”
It was the only warning I got before he slammed his mouth over mine, matching the strokes of my tongue with a swirl of his own. We nipped, sucked, and tasted, like it was our first time together. His hands roamed over my body, pinching a nipple, kneading my breast. When his palm connected with the fleshy part of my bottom, I moaned deep in my throat, welcoming the sting like an old friend.Everywhere he touched, my skin tingled with need. My hand slid between us, taking him in my grip. His cock was long and hard, steel and satin as I stroked him from root to tip. Over and over, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to give him more.
Climbing off his lap, I shuffled back, dropping to my hands and knees.
“What do you––”
I took him into my mouth before he finished talking.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned.
His hand sank into my hair, fisting it near the scalp. He didn’t use his grip to force my movements, he guided them while allowing me to take the lead. I started a slow rhythm, taking a little more of him on each downward glide. He was almost too much for me to handle, but I was bound and determined.
“Hold up, Sunshine.” He pulled me off, then slid down until he was lying flat on his back. Before I could protest, he lifted me and spun me around. I was on all fours, straddling his chest, facing his feet. “I like this view much better. Besides, now I can do this.”
His mouth was on my pussy before I had the chance to become embarrassed. My back arched as his tongue lapped at my opening, making me forget my own name for a split second. Lowering myself down, I licked across the head of his dick before sucking him to the back of my throat. I was lost to the pleasure, both the giving and receiving. My hips rocked back and forth of their own volition, searching for relief which came when one thick finger penetrated my core, followed quickly by another. Duncan latched on to my clit, sucking hard as he added a third. The orgasm crashed into me out of nowhere. My body was still trembling when he slid out from under me.
“Elbows to the mattress, ass in the air, Sloane,” he demanded.
He knelt behind me, swiping his dick through my wet folds, then with one powerful snap of his hips, he filled me, stretching me to my limits.
“God damn. Tell me you’re okay.”
“Move, Duncan,” I panted. “Please.”
He withdrew to the tip, then slammed into my core. Again and again. His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me backward to meet his every thrust. No doubt, I’d have bruises in the morning, but it was a small price to pay to feel him lose control. He was wild, uninhibited, and I loved every second.
Suddenly he pulled out, flipping me on my back like I weighed less than a feather. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically. An instant later, he powered back inside with a grunt, slamming into me fast and hard. His finger found my clit, lightly strumming the hard nub in a way he knew would send me flying. It wouldn’t take much. He already had me on the edge.
“You’re close,” he grunted. “I can feel you squeezing on my dick.”
“I’m already there.”
“Come with me, Sloane.”
Once, twice, on the third stroke he planted deep, both of us crying out in unison. He collapsed onto the bed next to me, his arms no longer able to hold him up. I moved to his side, laying my head on his chest, letting the steady beat of his heart lull me to sleep.