Duke (The Henchmen MC 5)

I collapsed forward instead of down, my forearms planted on the wall as I struggled to catch my breath for a long second before my brain kicked in and I realized I was still all spread-eagle over his face and dropped down on my butt beside his head.

"I like that position," he informed me, turning his head on the mattress to nip into the flesh on the side of my ass. "You fucking lost control completely. Let's see if we can have an encore of that," he suggested, curling up, getting onto his knees on the mattress the right way, then grabbing my knees and pulling me down onto my back.

He planted his forearms on the sides of me and lowered his hard body down on my much softer one, making me do another full body shiver, liking more than I could have realized was possible the feeling of a man on top of me. The feeling of Duke on top of me.

His head lowered, finding my neck and moving over it with kisses and the tip of his tongue, going down the column of my throat, then finding my nipple and working over it until my back was completely arched off the mattress. Then going across my chest to do the same torment to the other.

Then his lips found mine, hard and hungry and uninhibited, still tasting of me and my legs clenched the sides of his body hard at that realization.

His cock was hard and heavy against me.

If he inched it just the slightest bit...

Then, as if reading the thought, he did. His cock pressed hard against my cleft, resting there for a long minute, just building pressure. Then his hips started rocking slightly and his cock was stroking up and down me, the head hitting my clit with each stroke.

I knew need then.

I thought I understood it before, the urge to have a man inside you.

But this was more, stronger, almost completely overwhelming, a clawing, painful thing.

I whimpered against his mouth as my hips rocked into his.

He pushed up, balancing on one arm as he reached toward the nightstand. My head turned to see a condom already sitting there and, despite the frantic screaming of my sex, I felt my lips turn up. "Thinking ahead, huh?" I asked as he smiled too, pushing up and sitting back on his heels to protect us.

He was over me again in a few seconds and when his cock shifted, this time it didn't do so to rub against my cleft. The head pressed against me, but didn't penetrate. His eyes were intense on me, reading every nuance.

But I couldn't wait any longer.

My hands slid down the hard muscles of his back, grabbing his ass, and pulling hard until I felt him finally slide inside me.

I let out a long, low moan as he planted deep, my legs going up to wrap around his lower back as he started rocking.

Soft. Sweet.

I liked that about him.

I liked that a man as rough and strong as him could be so loving and gentle.

That being said, I needed more.

"Harder," I demanded, my hips rocking up into him as my hands dug hard into his shoulders.

"Like this?" he asked, yanking back so hard that my legs fell, then slamming into me just as hard.

"Oh my... God," I groaned.

He pulled back out again, pausing. "Is that a yes?" he asked, smirk in place, eyes dancing.

"Yes," I gasped and he slammed into me again, hard enough that my entire body moved up the bed, my head slamming into the headboard hard.

His body curled slightly, one hand going behind my head, a buffer against the apparently inevitable slamming there as his body thrust into mine harder than I had ever had before.

And I loved every second of it.

Then he pushed up, pausing inside me, making me let out a none-too-subtle objection that he chuckled at.

He pushed back onto his knees, reaching down and wrapping his arms around my thighs and dragging them straight up in the air, settling both legs on one of his shoulders, holding them there with one arm as his other pressed down hard on my lower stomach, making me acutely aware of every hard inch of him inside me.

"Now let's see how loud I can make you scream," he said, thrusting into me just as hard as before, but the new position making me take him deeper, feel his movements more intensely. Until my hands were digging bloody scratches into his thighs and every inch of me was taut as a bow, waiting for the inevitable Earth-shattering orgasm

His arm released my ankles and slid between my thighs, working over my clit as his own grunts and growls got louder, more uncontrolled, as he himself started to lose control.

"That's it," he said as my sex clamped down hard on his cock as he thrust. "That's it, baby. Come for me."