“Whad’ya think?”

“Oh, there’s your New Hampshire showing.” She liked that as much as she liked that surfer dude drawl. Especially loved it when they combined in a way that suited him perfectly. “I think you’re wearing pants.”

Duke unbuckled his belt and got rid of his jeans, along with the boxers and his socks.

Powerful thighs and rock-hard calves weren’t that much a surprise, though no less a delight to look at. An ass that called out to be gripped, urging him on as he fucked her hard and deep. Yes, lawd.

And then, as she came around him, his cock. Hard enough that it stood up, nearly tapping his belly, curved just a smidge to the right. Fat. She only barely managed not to sigh happily at the sight.

“Now I think, lucky me.”

He tipped his chin. “Make me lucky too then, Carmella. Get naked.”

*     *     *

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Carmella Rossi in her plain white cotton panties and bra, now naked except for the beautiful orange poppies on her back, sweeping down from one side to the other.

Honest-to-god dimples at the small of her back to each side of her spine led to the curve of hips he couldn’t wait to sink his fingers into. On her forearm, an old-school anchor tattoo with a smattering of nautical stars.

Without her bra, Duke had much easier access to her breasts, which, like the kiss, had been even better in reality than he’d dared imagine.

Perfect.

“Lucky doesn’t even approach how I feel right now.” He stepped to bring them skin to skin, his arms sliding around her, hers around his waist, her cheek to his chest.

So. Good.

She licked over his nipple, then dragged her teeth across until he broke out in shivers.

“On the bed. I need to be horizontal with you all spread out for my enjoyment.”

Carmella closed the door before getting in bed. “If not, we might have company.”

Duke wanted her all to himself so he had no problems with that. He got on the mattress, crawling up her body on all fours, kissing his way to those magnificent tits.

Licking over the left nipple, he blew over it, watching it tighten. Several times before she tugged on his hair.

He looked up from what he was doing. “Yes?”

Carmella rolled her eyes. “You’re killing me.”

“I know. And you interrupted me.” He caught the other nipple between his teeth, settling against her, making a space between her thighs, his cock sliding against the wet heat of her pussy.

“Carry on,” she said, a little breathless.

There was something irresistible in ruffling her feathers. She was normally so unflappable that getting a reaction from her was unbelievably hot.

He teased, biting and licking her nipples until she writhed against him, and that’s when he kissed a trail south, over one of her hips and across her belly to the other.

She had a faint scar there and he kissed it as he moved on, spreading her thighs wide and pushing her up the bed a bit so he could get comfortable.

It was full daylight, sun streaming in through curtains sheer enough that if someone was standing outside her bedroom they’d be able to make out what was going on. But Carmella wasn’t shy. Not about this. He looked his fill at her pussy, slick, dark with desire, and then he took a lick and was lost.

He held her up to his mouth, serving himself, his hands splayed over her ass and the backs of her thighs. He ate her cunt like a starving man, devouring each one of her moans and gasps along with the taste of her body.

When she flew apart in his arms, he continued to push her higher and higher until she spun into another climax on the heels of the first.

Carmella gave a long, satisfied sigh as she opened her eyes to find him digging through his pants until he held a condom aloft with a triumphant grin.

“Glad to see you were prepared, but don’t go wrapping your cock up just yet. I haven’t even gotten to play with it.”

Laughing, he jumped back into the bed, rolling to bring her atop his body. “This is a mighty fine view. You can play with it inside your pussy because I’m dying to get inside you.”

She blushed, one of the big bouncy curls of her hair fell forward, the sight filling him with tenderness.

Carmella fell to her hands at either side of his head so she could kiss him long and slow, licking over the swell of his bottom lip as she drew away at the end. In the other room, the Sneaker Pimps’ “6 Underground” began to play and he molded his palms against her breasts, her nipples at his palm.

She got flustered a few times, which made him feel very smug until she angled his cock and backed herself up against it, taking the length of him inside her in one movement.

“Not so smirky now, I see,” she murmured with a sly look.

An intensely fantastic rush of pleasure had taken him beyond words so he tugged her nipples until her eyes went glossy.

She tightened her inner walls, sending stars to the edges of his vision.

“This is the best contest I’ve ever been part of,” he gasped out.

“I never had any idea I was so competitive.” Carmella sat straighter, now undulating herself against him, keeping his cock deep.

“Gold star. Blue ribbon. World champion.” Duke let go of one breast long enough to give her the you’re number one symbol and then grab her, flipping them both so she was on her back and he on his knees between her thighs.

Which only took him deeper into her heat.

Carmella thought she had never enjoyed sex more when he flipped them over and took over, fucking into her body over and over. But that was before he hooked her knees over his forearms, grabbing her hips and pulling her up his cock until her nails dug into his skin.