This moment is as mine as it’s Duncan’s.
He tugs on my hair, being harsh, pulling me off him until the crown of his cock rests on the tip of my tongue. “About the bone folder…”
My lust-filled whimper reverberates on the head of his dick. Duncan lets out a feral growl, his teeth clenching.
“Take it, Elowyn,” he grits out. My eyebrows shoot up. I told him I couldn’t. That I don’t want to. “Same as we did before. Just the tip. That tool isn’t robbing me of your virginity. Your pussy is mine.”
The filthy phrasing doesn’t hurt or upset me. It’s more proof of how important I am to him. He won’t admit to it, but I see it.
He wouldn’t want to be the one to take my virginity unless he cared deeply.
“Go on. In and out of that pretty cunt.” Duncan’s voice is hoarse. “Let me see that ass moving.”
I lower my hips an inch, finding the bone folder.
It slides in past my pussy lips without the slightest resistance. The wetness Duncan’s responsible for has made me slick enough that I hardly feel the invasion.
“Up.” His chest heaves, the vein in his throat bulging. “Down. That’s it. Such a needy princess, aren’t you? You get off on that?”
I get off on his attention. On his hand cupping my cheek.
And yes, on the object he’s making me take.
But I don’t say anything, just keep going.
“Stop,” he demands, cutting through my almost orgasm. The corners of his mouth hike up at the sound of my pained moan. “Rub your clit on it. Grind on it while I ruin your mouth.”
When I hum, he thrusts his cock into me. He’s down my throat, his body still as he takes me in, from my stretched lips to my undulating hips.
Too aroused to care about anything, I give in completely. I shut out the voice that says this is perverse and messed up.
None of this is wrong.
Being Duncan’s, even this version of him, is the only thing that’s right in my life.
“Goodgirl.” The way he says it, he’s treating me like a pet again. It’s driving me mad. Pushing me that much closer to my orgasm. “Good fucking girl. Flatten your tongue, throat relaxed. Take. It.”
We go on like this, with him pumping himself into my mouth for long minutes. With my clit pulsing and sex drenched. We find our rhythm, rough and decadent and ours.
“Come.” His command is a whip, reaching the innermost parts of me.
That’s all it takes for me to fall apart. I unravel on top of the bone folder. Cry out on Duncan’s cock.
His release chases mine, and as his seed runs down my throat, soaking my tongue, pride swells in my chest.
I did it. I made the man whohates mecome.
We’re going to be okay. I just know it.
“Swallow.” The word breaks at the end. His fist tightens in my hair, pushing my face into his groin. “Don’t let me see a single drop on the pedestal, or I’ll put your mouth to it. I won’t let you leave until you lick the surface clean.”
There’s so much of him, but I do everything I can to take it all in. Work my throat. Close my lips around him. Not a drop slips past them.
Once I’m done, he tucks himself into his boxers. Zips up his pants. Buckles his belt.
I wish for that talk I’ve been meaning to have now that he’s come, or maybe a hug.
Duncan has other plans.
