Chapter 4 #2
He reaches for my hips and holds me as I climb on top, facing the mirror.
My legs are barely long enough to straddle his large frame and there’s little space left between our bodies.
His cock is trapped between my legs and his abdomen and as good as it feels to have him hard against me, I’m going to need more.
Duke sits up to wrap an arm around my waist, and lifts me higher.
He repositions his cock so it’s standing proud in front of me.
His gaze meets mine in the mirror as he takes my hand and places it on his shaft. “Take control, Angel.”
I do as he says, and while he holds me above him, I slide the head of his sheathed cock along my center. An electric pulse makes my pussy quiver and I clench my thighs against his hips.
“It feels good,” I whisper, heat reigniting in my belly as I stare at where our bodies are aching to connect.
“You feel good,” he says, pressing a kiss to my shoulder as I seat him at my entrance. “So fucking good.”
My legs tremble as I lower onto him and that first inch disappearing between my legs stretches me. I let out a whimper.
“Take your time, baby,” Duke whispers even though his strained voice suggests he wants to do the exact opposite. “I want you to feel safe enough to let go. This is your ride.”
I shake my head. “I’m done waiting. I need you inside me. Now,” I cry out as I drop down and impale myself on his cock. He fills me in a way I’ve never experienced before.
“Fuck!” Duke grunts, his arms wrapping tightly around me.
He presses his forehead between my shoulder blades and hot blasts of air hit my back as his harsh exhales skitter down my spine. My body responds with a roll of my hips and I grind my pussy into him.
Duke peppers kisses along my spine then lifts his head to watch me in the mirror. “That’s it, Grace. You’re doing so well.”
As I adjust to his size, I watch my movements becoming more determined. Rippling pleasure builds, but I don’t want to chase it yet. Maybe I’m scared. Maybe I’m just enjoying watching my body bounce on his cock.
Duke takes hold of my breasts and pinches my nipples until I’m crying out with each jolt of pleasure he pulls from my core. My hands cover his as I demand more.
“Play with yourself,” he orders.
My eyes snap to his. “I’ve never…”
I wish I didn’t keep saying that but it’s true. I’ve never pleasured myself in front of someone else.
Duke nibbles along my neck and his mouth is close to my ear when he asks, “Do you like watching us?” I nod. “Then enjoy yourself, Angel.” He slides his hands down my body to my hips before he falls back onto the bed, out of view. “Pretend I’m not here. Use my cock like it’s your new favorite toy.”
I bark out a laugh. “I can’t do that.”
Duke doesn’t reply. He’s not here. It’s just me, his magnificent cock and a pair of strong hands supporting me as I roll my hips and marvel at how his cock feels moving inside me. I must be dreaming.
Biting my lip, I slide my hand between my legs.
My fingers explore the base of his velvety shaft.
He’s wet with my arousal, and there’s no doubt I am aroused.
I explore more of his cock as I slide up and down on him, and as I move, the heel of my hand grazes my swollen clit.
It pulses with longing and I glide my fingers to where I desperately need more pressure.
I watch without shame as I circle my sensitized bundle of nerves. The first tingles make my inner walls contract and Duke’s fingers dig into my hips, but he makes no sound as I ride the beautiful cock he’s gifted me for my pleasure.
The tingles I’m creating quickly transform into flutters, then ripples as my body demands more.
My hand moves faster, and as each jolt of pleasure assaults me, Duke responds by thrusting upwards.
He works with me, not against me, and our bodies clash in perfect synchronicity as the coiling pressure in my core builds and builds and builds.
I don’t chase my orgasm this time, I let it pull me towards oblivion.
“Duke!” I rasp out.
He doesn’t answer. He keeps to the illusion that I’m alone. This man. This fucking beautiful, beautiful man. I don’t want to be alone.
I glance over my shoulder. “Duke…”
His eyes lock with mine. “If you need something, Angel, you’re going to use your words,” he says between pants as our hips continue our dance. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I whisper huskily. “I need you.” I face forward again before I add, “I want you to watch too.”
One second I’m riding a disembodied cock, and the next… Duke’s chest presses against my spine and his arms reach up across my chest. He holds my shoulders down to keep me in place as he thrusts upwards. His face is next to mine in the mirror, his cheeks flushed too.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Grace,” he says. He glances down to where our bodies continue to clash. “Damn, your pussy looks fine around my cock. Now show me what you can do.”
He takes my hand and guides it back to my center, but I shake my head. “I want your touch.”
I like the wicked grin Duke gives me, like he’s proud of me as our hands switch positions and it’s me guiding him.
His fingertips are bigger, rougher, and just watching him stroke my clit has my body buzzing with a resurgence of energy I couldn’t contain if I tried.
And I don’t want to try. My lower belly coils ever tighter and tighter and my thighs tremble as I bounce up and down. Harder. Faster.
Duke’s gaze travels over every inch of me. “I’ve never seen a sight so fucking perfect,” he whispers. “Now take what you need.”
And I do. I take every inch of his cock, every jerk of his hips, every swipe of his fingertips over and around my pulsating clit. The pulsing grows.
“I think… I’m going to… Oh, god, Duke,” I cry as my head tips back and my body explodes in a dazzling rush of light and heat. “Duke!”
“That’s my girl,” he says while his fingers keep moving. “That’s my beautiful girl coming for me.”
The wave that hits, keeps going. On and on it goes until I forget how to breathe. I have no control over my body, not least my inner walls that clamp tightly around Duke’s glorious cock.
“Fuck,” he hisses in my ear as he stops rubbing my clit and just holds me fast against him as I continue to spasm.
He cups my face with his free hand and brings my mouth to his.
He steals my cries of euphoria with his lips and his tongue, and soon I’m swallowing his.
Duke ploughs into me at a frenzied pace.
We buck and grind against each other until his cock pulses inside me.
His final thrusts are brutal as he comes hard. Just like I did.
As we catch our breath, Duke peppers hungry kisses across my shoulder and along the nape of my neck. “You did so well, Angel. I knew you could do it.”
I didn’t. I thought I was broken, but if I was, Duke has fixed me. With the biggest grin on my face, I look directly at him. No mirror. No reflection. Just him and me. “Thank you.”
He swipes away a tear pooling in the corner of my eye. “You make it sound like tonight’s over,” he says with a hint of warning just before he lifts me off him and drops me onto the bed. As I collapse onto my back, he climbs on top of me. “I’d say you can give me a couple more of those.”
“But I’ve never–”
Duke presses a finger to my lips to silence me. “You’ve never had multiple orgasms in one night. I know,” he says, arching an eyebrow. “Which is why I’m adding it to your fucking list.” He frowns for a moment. “Ever had sex in the shower?”
“Does giving Cameron a blow job count?”
His features darken. “Nothing that bastard did counts,” he adds. The cloud lifts when he adds, “We’ll leave giving you an orgasm in the shower until later, I have another idea.”
Duke climbs off me and after discarding the used condom, he grabs another.
“Don’t you need time to… recover,” I say but I’m already distracted by the increasingly hardened cock in Duke’s fist.
“Around you, clearly not,” he says as he rolls on a fresh latex.
I watch him grab a pillow before slipping it beneath my thighs. He makes me lift my ass and pushes the pillow underneath me so my hips are jutting upwards. Now that I’m opened up completely to him, he runs the flat of his tongue from my entrance to my hypersensitive clit.
“Do you need time to recover?” he asks as he straightens up to rub the head of his cock up and down my pussy.
My back arches as he tugs pleasure from me so effortlessly. “Apparently, not,” I confirm.
“Good,” he says, seating himself to give me the first inch before leaning over me. He laces his fingers through mine and pins my arms over my head. “Because this time, we’re going hands-free.”