Duke (The Henchmen MC 5)

When I eyed the blanket, he shrugged, shaking it open and dropping it on the floor. "Not going to fuck you in a bunkbed like a God damn college kid. Besides, we need to be a little inventive position-wise," he explained, reaching for my hand and pulling me down with him toward the ground.

He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me toward him, kissing me hard for a long moment before releasing me and grabbing a condom and quickly protecting us. He sat down cross-legged and reached for me, pulling me toward him.

Now, I hated being on top. I hated it. It was a mix of all your bits getting jiggly while you're moving and the fact that it hurt my hips and my pace was never consistent, so orgasms were fleeting.

But I moved where he wanted me, one hand holding his cock at the base, the other right above my butt, guiding me over to him.

My hands went to his shoulders, his dark blue eyes intense on mine for a long minute. "Take me in, baby," he urged and I felt my insides quiver at his words. And I mean all my insides. Including the ones between my thighs.

So with that need strong, I fought back the old, familiar insecurity and lowered my hips. The hard head of his cock slid down my slit and pressed adamantly against the opening for a long minute before I pressed down, letting him slide inside, stretching me wide and making my hands curl almost painfully into his skin as I let out a small moan.

Duke's hand released his cock, settling up on the side of my neck, digging in slightly as I kept taking him deeper. "So fucking tight," he growled and I felt myself clench around him, making his lips tip up wickedly. "You like that, huh?" he asked, leaning forward and I felt his nose trace up the line of my jaw. Then his breath was warm in my ear as I took him to the hilt, letting out a little whimper. "You're gonna ride my cock until you're screaming. And then I am going to fuck you until you won't be able to walk for hours afterward," he promised and I felt myself tighten around him again.

I'd never had a dirty talker in bed.

The ones who had tried had done it with hesitance. And there was nothing less sexy than hesitant dirty talk.

Nothing about Duke was hesitant. He talked about what he would do to me with the confidence that he did everything and every molecule in my body responded to it.

"Ride me, Penny," he demanded as his tongue traced up my earlobe, sending a shiver through my system.

My hips moved immediately, his cock sliding in and out in a slow, practiced pace. Duke's hands went to my hips as he moved back and then down until he was flat on his back, looking up at me.

My movements paused as his fingers started tracing up and down my thighs. "What's the matter?" he asked when I didn't start again immediately. I shook my head and went to move again, but his hands grabbed my hips and held them still. "Penny..." he pressed.

"I hate this position," I admitted.

"Baby," he said, shaking his head at me as he pushed up to a sitting position again. "Just say that," he added.

"We can't..." I started with a shrug.

"Lots of ways to fuck you," he brushed off the objection as he pushed me off his lap and moved up onto his knees. "Won't be good for either of us if we try to force a position you don't like," he added. "Why don't you lie down on your stomach," he offered, hands moving to my sides as I turned away and lowered myself down. His hands traced down the sides of my cuts then lower, then over my ass, squeezing hard for a moment before his hands went around to my hips, scooting them back and I saw one of his hands plant beside my arm.

Then his cock slid between my thighs and pressed against my sex, pausing, then pressing forward, sinking deep in one thrust.

I gasped, my hands grabbing hard at the edges of the blanket and Duke let out a deep growl of approval. "Wanna bet that I can make that throat raw with screaming?" he asked, his cock sliding slowly, almost gently in and out of me, just small thrusts, making my thighs clench together, trying to drive myself upward faster than he would allow. "Let's see," he said and then his pace went faster, harder, more demanding, his hips slamming into my ass hard with each thrust.

He didn't even slow as his hands went under my hips and yanked hard. "Up," he demanded, voice tight as I planted my knees and pressed my ass up toward him. "Spread your legs," he demanded and I grumbled, liking the sensation of them pressed tight, holding onto him inside me. But I opened them and his hand moved around and between my legs, stroking over my clit.