Page 76 of Judging Duke

Moving as leisurely as I could, I rolled my hips, driving deeper with each thrust.

His groans became louder as I hit his prostate over and over again, my stomach rubbing against his still hard cock.

I rested my forehead on his, both of us slick with sweat.

I stopped and repositioned us, me kneeling, Simon’s ankles resting on my shoulders, my hands on his shins.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Better than okay.” He looked drunk. His eyes drooped and his speech was slurred, but I knew it was euphoria he was feeling.

I felt it too the more I fucked him. I quickened my pace, the sweat now dripping onto his body.

His hand reached for his cock, and he wanked himself, his hand blurring. He clenched his arse, his ring tightening on my dick.

“Fuck, Simon. Do that again.”

He smiled wickedly and did it several times over, each time bringing me closer to coming.

Sex used to be my life, and I’d never wanted for it until he came into my life again, and nothing had been the same since. Constantly wanting everyone to be him.

Taking him now, fucking him deep, was all the encouragement I needed, and with a shout, my release hit me harder than it had in a while. I felt like a two-pump chump, but being inside him had been the best feeling.

He tightened again, milking my cock of every drop of spunk, filling the condom.

I refused to stop, waiting for him, and I didn’t have to wait long. With a grunt and the tightening of his abs, he came. The veins in his face and neck telling me just how hard he’d worked for his release.

Both soaking wet from the exertion, neither of us had enough energy to move, and I collapsed on top of him. An ‘oof’ leaving him.

“Jesus, Duke.”

“I can’t move,” I said, my boneless limbs unable to take my weight. My now soft dick had slipped out of him, the condom hanging off the end.

That needed getting rid of, and the cold stickiness between us would set soon enough, leaving our pubes like Velcro.

As much as I wanted to stay here, a clean-up was in order.

I lifted myself up on one elbow and looked down at the hand still holding his dick, wondering if he had another round in him later.

My yearning for sex was returning, even though I was spent.

I dropped my lips to his, entering his mouth with my tongue. He gripped the back of my head and kissed me deeply.

I’d wanted this for so long. Teenage Duke would have been pleased.

He broke the kiss and sighed, his head lolling to the side.

“Thank you,” he said softly, and he closed his eyes, a smile on his face.

“No sleeping. Not yet anyway.”

I peeled myself off him and searched the room for something to clean him off with, finding a balled-up T-shirt on the floor.

That would have to do. The condom had fallen off and lay discarded on the bed, cum dribbling from it. Fuck there was a lot, but then it had been a while.

While Simon lay sated on the bed, I tidied around him, wiping him down and disposing of the wrapper until all was clean.

Unsure of what to do, I reached for my discarded clothes, ready to leave his room, much as he’d done the night before.

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