He tugs down his zipper and pulls down his pants and his boxers in one quick movement. He works fast, removing shoes and socks until he’s completely stripped. I only get a good look at his cock as he’s crawling towards me, and my god, it’s big in both girth and length. It’s also rock hard and the crown glistens with precum. I swear it’s winking at me.
“Stop gawking and open those fucking legs,” Duke growls.
I unravel myself and Duke grabs my legs and pulls me to him. When I fall back onto the bed, he takes hold of my knees and spreads me wide. I lift my head from the mattress to find him staring at my throbbing pussy. He glances up. “Are you ready to come for me, Angel?”
“I’ll try.”
Duke tips his head to the side, brow furrowed. “You’ll try?”
“Yeah.” I bite my lip. “I don’t know if I can. I’ve never–”
One blink and his eyes grow cold, immediately silencing me. “Damn it, Grace,” he says, surprisingly softly. “It’s afucking crime that no man has ever treated you the way you deserve. We’re going to have to draw up a list of all the ways I’m going to make you scream my name. And top of that list is me worshipping your sweet pussy with my tongue until you come so hard you’ll never settle for faking an orgasm again.” To deliver the message home, he drags the flat of his tongue slowly from my entrance to my clit. His breath is warm on my sensitive skin when he adds. “Ready?”
No. Not at all. I flatten my lips and manage a nod.
“Eyes on me,” he says as he rests my legs on his broad shoulders.
I make a keening sound as his lips seal around my clit and he draws figures of eight with his tongue. Flutters travel up from my swollen bundle of nerves and coil at my center, pulling so tight that my back bows.
With his mouth still on me, Duke slides a finger inside me, quickly followed by another. The combination of sucking and pumping has me grinding against his face. And all the while, he watches me pant through the pleasure.
The pressure comes in waves, taking me higher each time Duke thrusts into me. His fingers curl, his hand moves faster, and his tongue works my clit.
“Oh, god, Duke,” I whisper as my hips buck and I chase my orgasm.
I’m almost there.Almost. Squeezing my eyes shut, I concentrate harder. I chase it and chase it, but my release remains stubbornly out of reach. It’s like I’ve been dropped into one of those nightmares where the faster I run, the further I am from the exit. The tension coiling inside me is unbearable but relief won’t come.Iwon’t come.
I take a deep breath and swallow back a sob. “I can’t… I can’t get there.”
Duke slows his movements and he withdraws hisfingers. He doesn’t say anything until he’s lying on the mattress next to me. He cups my cheek and strokes my face with his thumb. He keeps stroking until I open my eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” I say, my vision blurred with tears. “Maybe it’s been a me problem all along. I guess my body’s too used to my fingers and my trusty vibrator.”
“And being alone,” he suggests as his jaw feathers.
“Yeah, that too,” I agree. “But it doesn’t mean we can’t carry on. If you still want to. I just don’t want to fake it with you.”
My stomach drops when Duke rolls away from me and climbs off the bed. He notices my falling expression. “I’m not finished with you yet, Angel,” he says reading my mind. “I’m just formulating a plan.”
My heart stutters. “What kind of plan?” I ask as he lifts a freestanding mirror in a heavy mahogany frame. He carries it to the foot of the bed as if it weighs nothing.
“Have you ever tried reverse cowgirl?” he says as he sits on the bed facing the mirror. He’s looking at me in the reflection when he adds, “Or is that something else we need to add to your list?”
“Me on top facing away from you,” I say as I crawl around him. “I know thetheory.”
He chuckles as he stretches back across the mattress to reach a condom. I press my hand to his chest and he follows my cue and drops back onto his elbows. He watches as I wrap my fist around his cock and circle the crown with my tongue, spreading the salty precum over the tip.
“I’d hazard a guess that sucking a guy off is something you have done before,” Duke says gruffly. When I nod, he slips his hand under my chin and lifts my head before my lips can wrap around his cock. “Then it doesn’t make the list tonight.”
I try to quell my nerves as I wait for Duke to roll on the condom. He’s determined to make me come and I don’t want to disappoint him. It takes a moment before I realize he’s watching me.
“Come here and fuck me, Grace,” he says softly. “Use me.”
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.
