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But when Duncan straddled my waist and his dick sprang free, I swore it was the prettiest dick I had ever seen in my life. Long and thick. I was convinced the size of the veins bulging from the shaft were as thick as the penises some of the men I’d been with before were cursed with.

I say cursed, because good Lord, they were miniscule compared to Duncan.

And the head?

It looked so smooth and round. I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward to taste him. And the curse that came out of his mouth when I did, and the way he looked at me... God, the power that filled me.

Knowing I was the one to cause that reaction. That I could make him lose himself the way he did.

Well, that did something to a girl.

It made me crave more.

And swallowing? That was something I never did! But with Duncan, I couldn’t get enough. Licking him clean felt dirty. But in a completely addicted to him kind of way. Like I couldn’t live without the taste of him.

When his dick stirred against my hip, I wanted to take him back into my mouth. But Duncan had other plans.

“Come with me.” He stumbled off the bed, removing his pants and boxers. I laid on the bed, once again distracted by the naked man in front of me. His ass was a masterpiece of artwork. Tight and firm, as if Phidias himself had sculpted it out of marble.

“Freyja.”

“Huh?” I looked up, and Duncan smirked at me.

“See something you like?”

“Many things I like,” I replied, taking his hand and letting him pull me from the bed.

He opened a door on the other side of the room, that opened into a large ensuite bathroom.

“Wow!” I gasped, looking around the room. “This is a woman’s dream come true.”

Duncan chuckled beside me. I swept through the room, marveling at the tub that looked big enough to fit four people. “I will be soaking in here later.”

“I’ll draw you a bath.” He stooped to whisper in my ear, “But first, I want to take a shower.”

Duncan grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head, tossing it to the floor. His hands covered my breasts. “I love that these are small enough you don’t have to wear a bra. Never put one on again,” he said, his teeth nipping at my earlobe.

Butterflies raced along my skin when Duncan’s lips latched onto my neck. His hands on my hips pulled at my skirt, pushing it to the floor. I stepped out wearing only my panties, and Duncan blew out a breath.

“You are a goddess.” He pulled me to the shower. Reaching in, he turned the water on to let it get warm, then kneeled at my feet. Looking up from the floor, Duncan declared, “I will do everything in my power to worship you like the goddess you are.”

Then he slid my panties slowly down my legs. Lifting one foot, then the other. His hands slid up the outside of my legs until they reached my behind. He squeezed each cheek, pulling me forward, as he buried his nose between my legs.

With an exaggerated inhale, he whispered, “So sweet. And all fuckin’ mine.”

His tongue swept through my lips, and my knees wanted to buckle. Duncan stood and stepped into the shower. Settling me under the spray, he tipped my head back. He washed my hair, and the feel of his fingers massaging my scalp had me in a trance.

“You with me,mo bandia?”

My eyes wouldn’t open. All I could do was respond with a moan. He chuckled as he rinsed my hair.

His hands moved down my body. The bodywash smelled like him, and I inhaled deeply. He raised my arms above my head, rubbing the body wash along my skin.

Next, he moved to my breasts. His rough hands kneaded the small mounds before his thumbs brushed my nipples. I felt them tighten, and he groaned at the movement.

“My patience is wearing thin,mo bandia.”

“The shower was your idea, Duncan.”