Page 74 of Judging Duke

“I’m not turning you away,” I whispered.

He continued his study, no part of me unexplored by his gentle touch.

Not wishing to break his concentration, I stood still, barely breathing, watching his every move, so slow and sensual.

My stomach muscles jumped as he traced my abs. His hand moved lower, stroking the smattering of pubic hair. He dropped to his knees, surprising me as he drew in a breath. His eyes were closed.

“Musky, with a hint of salt water.”

Begging wasn’t off the table as he slid his hands down my hips and onto my thighs. They trembled; the anticipation of where this was going was too much.

Never in my life had I been worshipped like this. No one had ever taken the time, but as much as I wanted this to continue, desperation was overriding every other thought.

As if hearing my thoughts, he spoke.

“Time, Simon. I’m taking my time with you in case this is the last chance we have to do this. Who knows what will happen when we go home. I want to imprint your body on my brain, to be able to recall every facet of your beautiful body. Don’t deny me this.”

“I won’t.” My voice broke, emotions getting the better of me.

He sat back on his haunches, warm hands continuing their path down my legs, stroking every part of them, massaging my buttocks as he came back to the place I wanted him to be.

So far, he’d avoided touching my cock, each bead of precum glistening as it leaked from the head.

A flick of a tongue and it disappeared to be replaced by another.

Duke played me like a fiddle, eliciting low moans from me with each caress.

Weak with yearning, my legs buckled.

“I’ve got you.” Duke placed his arms around me, supporting my weight, and led me to the bed.

He positioned me where he wanted me, a couple of pillows behind my head, and lay next to me on his side.

“Are you ready for me yet?” he asked, his hardness rubbing against my thigh.

“I was ready hours ago.”

“You might have thought you were ready for it a couple of hours ago, but how about now?”

I was literally putty in his hands, and if he gave a massage as well as he’d prepped me, I’d be wanting one every day.

“I want you.”

“I know, and I want you too, but just a little longer, Simon. Can you do that for me?”

I nodded, the effort to do that almost painful as, despite his soothing ministrations, I was as taut as piano wire, ready to snap at any moment.

Teasing me further, he drew circles around the base of my cock, occasionally cupping my balls, slipping a finger down my taint towards my arse.

He bent and kissed the head before sliding his mouth almost to the base.

“Fucking hell,” I shouted, forgetting Cyril’s earlier words, and my hips raised from the bed to almost choke him.

He crawled over my legs and sat between them, running his hands up my thighs, spreading them wide.

Duke took me in his mouth again, bobbing his head up and down. I threw my head onto the pillows behind me and arched my back, searching for gratification.

He didn’t disappoint and parted my legs further, giving him access to my arse. He sucked a finger into his mouth and played with my hole, probing carefully. He eased it forward slowly, and while some men might need a lot of stretching, I never needed that much.

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