Page 17 of Duke

“Fine,” she huffed, managing to be irritated yet breathless at once. “I’m lying through my teeth.”

I grinned at her, dropped the belt to the floor and let the shorts slide down another inch. “I like the truth, sweetheart. Good, bad, crazy, the truth is always better than bullshit.”

She glanced down at my cock. “So hot.”

“What is?”

Her tongue slid along her lips, her eyebrows lowering as her eyes widened. “You. Everything about you.”

“You’re pretty goddamn sexy yourself, Temple.”

She cast a long searching gaze at me, and then back down to my dick. “But this…it’s perfect.”

“Those tits of yours are perfect.”

My first estimation, back in the basement, had been that her tits weren’t huge, more of a decent handful. Now, though, having seen them in a little semi see through bra…those beauties were a lot bigger than I’d thought. It wasn’t the size of them that made them perfect though, it was their shape. High and firm, yet with enough droop and sway to make me reasonably certain they were all natural. They bounced and jiggled convincingly enough with every movement, and you can be damn sure I noticed.

But this particular moment wasn’t about Temple’s tits, as perfect as they were, but about my very erect and ready to play cock.

She didn’t even hear my comment about her tits, apparently. Or if she did, she didn’t respond. She just stared at my cock, tongue sticking out adorably, her considerable and lovely chest heaving as if she was having trouble breathing.

“Temple?”

She glanced up at me. “Hmmm?”

Fuck it. Let’s see what she’d do.

I let go of the shorts entirely, and they sank to the floor with a loud thunk. My cock was now on full display, all ten inches of him, hard as a rock, straining toward the ceiling.

“You want to touch it, don’t you?” I asked, my voice low.

“No.” She said this way too breathily for me to even try to believe her.

I laughed. “Bzzzzt. Wrong answer.”

“I shouldn’t.”

I boggled at her. “And why not?”

She spoke directly to my penis, her hands unclenching from each other, reaching out tentatively. “I’m—I’m taking a break.”

“From what?”

“Boys.”

I latched onto her wrist, guiding her hand to me. “Well then, there’s no problem.”

She resisted, but only a little. “There’s not?”

“Nope.”

Her eyes went to mine. “I made a promise to myself. Three months, no boys.”

“I’m not a boy.” I loosened my grip on her wrist, and her hand kept drifting toward my cock on its own. “I’m all man, sweetheart.”

She blinked slowly, as if giving up the battle with herself. “Dammit.” Her fingers closed around my shaft, and I had to bite down on a hiss of pleasure. “Dammit, Duke.”

“I think what you meant to say was ‘oh my god, Duke,’” I said.