Page 147 of Making Choices

She splays her hands over my chest, then she rakes her nails over my pecs. Over and over, she tests the limits of my skin as she rocks over my length. The sting of her fingernails scoring my flesh makes me shudder. I chase the pain as the devil woman straddling me tortures me.

“Fucking hell, Cherub. Gonna make you come so hard, then I’m gonna come all over you. Gonna paint you with my cum. By the time I’m finished with you tonight, you’re gonna feel like the duchess you’ve always been to me… inside and out.”

When I feel her stiffen, I refrain from following through on my vow.

Instead, I allow her to take her pleasure from me.

And take she does...

My duchess is hungry to learn my body.

She acquaints herself with my muscles.

Rakes her fingers through my hair.

Grinds her pussy against my cock.

And when I’m certain that she’s fully on board with what’s happening, I push her over the edge. Cherub’s back bows. Her long hair brushes my thighs. The moan that leaves her is long and low. The sight of my duchess climaxing is a dream come true. Her thighs quake. Her tits shake. The waves of ecstasy that ripple through her are a revelation. They leave her languid as she falls down on top of me and finally concedes to my presence completely.

Our bodies couldn’t be closer, except in that most elemental way.

Yet even as my cock twitches at the thought of being inside her, I know that’s not on the cards tonight. Cherub’s been with one man willingly. Her body might be on board with her desire for me, but I know that her head will take a lot longer to catch up to her new reality.

That doesn’t mean I’m not going to push her boundaries as far as I can.

I seek out her mouth with mine.

Plunge the depths with my tongue.

Taste her.

Ravenous for more, Cherub matches my intensity. She sucks my tongue piercing, teases my snake bites with her teeth. Discovers some of the ways she can drive me wild. My balls tighten when I push my hand up her tank top and finally learn the weight of the generous tits that have taunted me for years. Her nipple furls when I circle it with my thumb. She whimpers as I knead the supple flesh.

As another orgasm builds within her, I lock my fingers around her throat like a collar.

There’s nothing better than the feel of a woman’s pulse under my fingers as she climaxes. Somehow, I know that feeling my duchess crest the pinnacle of her lust while I control her ability to breathe will be soul changing. As she gives into her need, and her eyelids flutter closed, I allow my savage side out to play.

“Keep your eyes on mine. I want you to see what I see.”

Squeezing her throat, I drive her closer to the edge.

All the while my duchess’ gaze remains locked with mine.

I know that I shouldn’t push her this far.

I’m aware that it could backfire.

Still, I make her see the truth.

I am the man for her.

That fact makes her face flood with horror as she comes a second time.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.” She freezes as I pinch her windpipe, levelling up her orgasm another notch. “I can’t—this is… Too. Much.”

As Cherub shatters above me, I see the denial in her eyes.

It strips me of my control.

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