Page 144 of His Pretty Little Duet

With his supervision?So, he'll approve. What is that all about? Does he want to…join in?

My hands become fists at my sides. The mental imagery of him with another woman burns through me. It scorches so intensely I’m immediately maddened by it. "I don't shareyou!"

A sly grin slides across his pristine features. "Greedy,girl.Sweet, sweetgirl. No. I won't take Aurora in such a way."

"But—" I falter, shocked. "She'ssobeautiful."

"You gush," he hisses out between clenched teeth, taking another one of those threatening steps towards me. As I peer up at him, I part my lips to draw the thickened air into my needy lungs. "Sheisundeniably stunning, and yet, contrary to the thoughts of simpler people, women and men can have committed relationships that areentirely"—he lifts my chin, glaring down at me—"platonic. We don't see each other in such a way, sweet girl. Never have."

"And if you see her with me?" I question, nervous he'll suddenly realise the ravishing creature in his house—the intelligent, powerful woman he calls wife is every bit what he desires. "Would you feel differently about me?"

"Never."

"And her?"

"I highly doubt I'll be able to see anything besides another person's hands and lips enjoying my property." He leans down and kisses my mouth hard, his lips stiff and bruising. Breaking away, he leaves me breathless and dizzy from his soul-capturing kiss and his possessive words. "Now, this conversation has me rather on edge."

As he strides across the room, he removes the towel and places it on the end table. I watch his firm arse contract with each step before he turns to sit down on the cushions. Wideninghis legs with purpose, he looks at me, then at the floor between his feet. "Kneel."

I rush eagerly to him, dropping between his legs, where I’m always the most contented. Settled. Safe. Owned.

Resting my head on his thigh, I gaze up at the most impressive man in existence, even as I see jealousy simmering over an event that hasn't even transpired yet.

Is it wrong to appreciate his love for me in the form of possessiveness? If it is, then I'm guilty over and over again, because being his property is the single most contented state to be.

"Can I suck your cock now, Sir?" I breathe, dropping my gaze to the thick shaft that hangs between his legs. Inches away, but I know better than to touch him without permission when he's coiled so tightly. "Please."

His narrowed blue eyes meet my wide, hopeful gaze, and he says, "You know what your lovely manners do to me. Okay, little deer.Suck."

I reach for his large cock, wrapping my hand around it, squeezing as it grows instantly, the strength and breadth of it prying my fingers apart until I'm unable to circle the entire beautiful expanse of him.

Feeding the pink, swollen head into my mouth, I hum around the flavour of him, the silkiness of the crown. I jerk the root as I shift onto my knees to get a better angle.

His fingers comb through my hair with tender adoration as my tongue traces the protuberant vein up and down his length. One of his hands slides down to the curve where my throat starts, massaging the area. "Relax your throat for me."

He cups the back of my neck, guiding me so I'm hovering over his lap. Then he pushes me down, hissing when I groan around his shaft. I continue to pump his root while I close myeyes, relax, and take so much of his erection between my lips that he slides in beyond the back of my throat—down.

“Take me deep.”

I breathe through my nose. Pressing my hands to his thighs, I brace myself as I bob down and up, his wet shaft sliding in and then slipping through my lips.

Suddenly, the muscles inside each of his thighs tighten and bunch.

"Christ,"he groans, and I become ragingly aroused by his deep voice. "That's my good girl. Take it all down… Oh,yes.Mind your breathing while I fuck your throat, sweet girl."

Then he starts to pump upwards, still cradling the back of my neck so I can't shy away from the brutal, yet blissful need in each thrust.

I swallow around the penetration, the protruding veins pulsing against my palm as I lure his orgasm out with the strokes of my fist at his root.

His breath comes out fast and fierce. "Fuck. You like my cock wedged down your throat.My sweet girl.My little queen. Do you want my cum all over your mouth, little deer?"

He suddenly stops thrusting. Griping me tighter at the base of my neck, he jerks me up to straddle him, where he wastes no time in demanding my body to take his cock.

My mind reels at the sudden change.

Trying to find purchase, I whimper and wriggle at the quick invasion. My legs and core surge with pain and sensation at being stretched almost unbearably so.

"Take my cock, little deer. I need to come inside you tonight." He doesn't wait for me to relax, even though I need him to, need more time to loosen, but feral desperation controls his movements.

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