Duke slips two fingers inside me and it’s the heel of his hand rubbing me now. “You want to see how well I fit into this dripping wet pussy?”
“I know how well we fit,” I say through clenched teeth as the warmth flooding my core turns hot and molten. “And I know how wet you make me. Oh, god.” My eyes roll back in my head as he curls his fingers and thrusts harder. “I want to see it, and feel it, and…” My pussy clenches around his fingers. “I want to own it. I want what’smine.”
Duke withdraws his hands and whips back the covers. “Then take everything you need, Angel,” he rasps, grabbing my hips and lifting me up to kneeling.
Still not high enough to position myself over him, I reach between my legs and wrap my fist around his shaft. I feel his cock twitch as I guide his crown along the crack of my ass to my soaking wet pussy.
I want to rub against him, I want to tease us both until our bodies are crackling with sparks desperate for release, but as soon as the head of his cock is seated at my entrance, my pussy grips him possessively.
“I think you’re ready to ride me, Angel,” Duke says and it’s all the warning I get as he brings me down onto his cock at the same time he thrusts upwards.
As I cry out, he bands an arm around my chest while the other wraps around my waist. He spins us towards the edge of the bed, bringing his legs around so he can plant his feet on the floor.
The mirror facing us has already born witness to much of our activities since we arrived, but this is the first time we’ve given it the attention it deserves. It’s been waitingfor us for eighteen months now. Our reflected gazes lock. Suddenly there are no words. Only completeness.
Duke nips my shoulder then skates his lips across my shoulder blades. As he peppers kisses along my spine, I drop my head forward and moan as a delicious shiver runs the length of my body.
When I straighten, Duke has disappeared. He’s lying back on the mattress, out of sight. He remembers how this went last time. I don’t doubt he replayed it in his mind as often as I did.
I stare at my reflection and say hello to a ghost. The woman I used to be had never asked for much. All she wanted was to be loved. To be safe. To be seen. She and I are the same in that respect, but the difference is she waited for someone to give her those things. The woman riding her man’s cock right now has learned to take what she wants and guard it with her life. She won’t be satisfied with anything less. And she will be satisfied.
I refocus on the present and the thick cock that fills me like it was made for me and me alone. I rise up on my knees and meet Duke’s thrust as I impale myself on him. The roiling heat making my pussy walls quiver is a sign I’ve come to know well.
“Let me see you, husband,” I command. “Let me see the man who’s about to fuck me. Thoroughly.”
