“Don’t be,” he growled before lavishing her pussy with more attention until she bucked and writhed, whimpering for relief.

He stood, and with eyes heavy with desire, she gazed down to see his massive cock. Long. Thick. Desiring her.

“Yes.” She didn’t even realize she hissed it aloud until he lifted her, his hands palming her ass, while she braced herself against his shoulders.

The head of his cock nudged, and she shuddered.

He froze. “Merry?”

Did he really think he needed to ask? Her legs wound tighter around his waist.

“Now, Duke,” she murmured.

He slid slowly into her, the length of him, the girth, a sensual tease. Her pussy squeezed him as he seated himself deep. So deep, and she could feel his shaft pulsing.

Too late she thought about a condom. But at least she was on the pill. Because no way was she letting him pull out as he started to move.

It felt so good. He started with a grinding that had her digging in her nails and gasping. Then short thrusts, which made her squeak.

And then she couldn’t think or speak at all as pleasure enveloped her. His cock hit a sweet spot inside of her that made her gasp. She came again, his mouth catching her climax cry, his body shuddering as he found release in her.

He stilled, buried deep. His lips clung to hers.

Still, she managed to whisper, “Wow.”

He managed a rusty chuckle. “No shit, wow. Sorry I was in a rush. Next time, I’ll take it slower.”

Next time?

Happened in bed and it was possibly better. She might need him to try again to be sure. She washed up after. Actually, he bathed her with a warm cloth, his touch gentle, before he carried her back to bed. His bed.

“Miguel,” she protested.

“Is fine. Door’s open. Dog’s with him. Let’s go to bed.”

She chose not to argue with the guy who’d made her see heaven.

Turned out the big man was a spooner. And she had the best night’s sleep until the rude awakening the next morning.

13

“What the fuck!” Marduke bellowed as the blankets got wet, very wet. Because a certain little boy was pissing on his side.

“Miguel. No.” His mother scrambled upright. “This isn’t the potty, baby.”

The boy knew it and finished his tinkle with a shake.

“That little shit did it on purpose.” Just a like a dog, marking his territory. In this case, laying claim to his mother. Whom Marduke had defiled. He felt pretty good about that part.

“Don’t you yell at him,” she chided. “He was obviously disoriented, new place and all. Probably got scared and, rather than look for a potty, he came to find me. It was an accident.”