He lifted his hand to his lips, tasting her anew as he wetted two fingers and then pressed them against her bud, circling there with steady pressure as she clenched tight around him, making his head spin with the need to spend.
“Look at you,” he growled, tucking her knee high under his arm and driving himself to the hilt. “Taking my cock so well, letting me fuck you hard like the sweet little thing you are.”
Violet stared up at him in a daze, her eyes glazed with pleasure, her mouth open in a soundless scream as she finally convulsed, gripping him tight with her thighs, her cunt pulsing as he thrust hard and deep, working his fingers on her until she went limp under his touch.
“That’s it,” Ashton groaned, pulling out and flipping her onto her knees, pulling her hips up into his as he filled her again with one smooth stroke that brought a sob to her lips.
Wrapping the long fall of her hair around his fist, Ashton tugged her into each thrust, letting his base need off the leash as he worked himself into her again and again.
He was moments away from losing control, his balls tight and with the need to spend, skin prickling with heat as his climax roared through his veins.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Ashton slammed into her,fucking her furiously from behind as he released her hair and pressed her shoulders to the mattress, the position arching her spine so that she was perfectly aligned to receive the full length of him with each mind-numbing drive.
As she fought to catch her breath, ragged with the force of his thrusts, she turned her head, catching sight of Richard once more, where he sat in the duke’s customary chair.
He was watching her, his gaze fixed on her body with an intensity that made the air catch in her throat. Violet felt another climax rising inside her, a dark pleasure that coalesced as the demanding thrusts of her duke mingled with the pure lust she saw in the doctor’s face, sending her tumbling headlong into her crisis as waves of shuddering bliss pulsed between her thighs and flooded out to her limbs.
She clutched the sheets, arching her back even more, chasing the friction she needed as she pulsed with white-hot pleasure.
Richard’s gaze flicked to her face, catching there when he saw Violet was watching him as she cried out her passion.
His jaw clenched as their eyes met, her mouth falling open as her body tensed and released with an explosion of sensation that had her shuddering and quaking with ecstasy.
He licked his lips, his throat bobbing as he swallowed roughly, devouring her with his gaze as his fingers dug into the upholstery of the chair, white-knuckled with need.
Ashton drove deep, fingers digging into her hips as his cock pulsed and jerked inside her, flooding her with his seed as he roared his finish.
Panting, the duke held himself inside her, letting the last jets of his spend pulse against the entrance to her womb.
“Richard,” he grunted finally, palming the curve of her bottom with a possessive hand. “Come here.”
Violet watched as Richard pushed himself up from his chair, the thick bulge in his trousers evident as he stepped over towards the bed.
“Come, see how well she takes my seed,” the duke rasped, pulling free and moving aside so the doctor could step behind her, taking Ashton’s place.
Violet moaned shamefully into the covers as the men examined her still throbbing cunny. She could feel Ashton’s warm essence trickling down her thighs as the room echoed with the sound of laboured breath.
“We have trained her well,” said the duke, running his fingers over the curve of her hip.
“Yes,” answered Richard in a low tone. “She is perfect.”
She heard a catch in his voice, and Violet wondered just what they intended to do with her now.
The doctor ran his fingers over her swollen lips, smearing the duke’s seed into her skin as her hips rolled helplessly with the aftershocks of her climax and the excitement of their examination.
“See how needy she is?” murmured Ashton. “She is dripping with my seed, but still wanting. You should assist her…”
“What?” gasped Violet, pushing up onto her knees to look back at the men behind her.
Ashton chuckled, prowling nude up onto the mattress beside her to cup her chin in his large hand, forcing her to look at him.
“Richard has taught you many things, don’t tell me you haven’t wondered what it would be like to take him inside you, have him service you like I do.”
Violet bit back a moan, the men pressing closer as they sensed her weakness.
“But, you are my husband…” she managed to whisper.
