342. I WANT YOU IN MY FUTURE
ELLIOT
The hoarse scream that escaped from her slightly parted red lips, her lashes fluttering as she tilted her head back in pure ecstasy.
The liquid spilling, drenching my cock, and the tight, hot, delicious massage around my shaft made it clear—my Duchess had reached her peak.
I didn’t take long to follow her.
“Nmmm…” I shut my eyes, furrowing my brows.
A muffled moan slipped from my throat; I barely managed to suppress it as my balls tightened violently, releasing thickly inside my woman’s