“It feels good,” I whisper, heat reigniting in my belly as I stare at where our bodies are aching to connect.
“Youfeel 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 neverexperienced 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’swet 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,” hesays. 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.”
