Page 32 of A Deception of Courts

“Remember, I’m still not feeling completely well,” Duncan purred, eyes wide and burning with unbridled desire. His nail traced circles around the heart of my ass. The touch reduced me to a puddle of breathy moans. “I’m going to need you to do the work. Are you up to that?”

Just the thought alone had my knees trembling. It was a shame his cock would not greet the insides of my mouth because it salivated profusely. Such a waste of spit.

“I’ll do my best.”

“That is all I can ask,” Duncan replied, lifting his fingers to his mouth. As he brought them away, a link of spit pulled between his hand and lips before snapping. My stomach hardened as his wet fingers wiped across my ass. I leaned forward, always breathless at his touch.

Duncan did it three more times until he offered his glistening fingers to my mouth.

“Spit,” he demanded.

I did as he asked, glad to provide the lubrication that had filled my mouth.

Not such a waste, after all.

“Good boy,” he said, his hand falling from view. This time his hand didn’t touch me but himself instead.

The next moments happened so quickly. There was no warning as his thickness pressed into my ass and filled me. I called out, throwing my head back. Duncan entered me, urging me to sit back down until my cheeks pressed into his hips. I closed my eyes and arched my back instinctively.

“Ah,” he moaned, biting down on his lower lip as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. “This is divinity in flesh.”

He sat me like that for a moment, allowing my body to return from euphoria before continuing. Our heavy breathing synched. I was certain I felt the drum of his heart inside me, matching mine with every beat.

“I’m yours to do with as you please,” Duncan said finally, lifting his hands from my ass and resting them behind his head. He wiggled into a comfortable position beneath me, the muscles in his stomach rippling. I counted six mounds, with hints of two others that hid beneath my thighs. It was so easy to lose myself to him. To distract myself with the way he had been crafted. The faint marks of scars, new and old, only added to the patchwork of stories that covered his skin. I loved every single one and wished I had time to kiss them all.

“I like it when you command me,” I said, admitting my deepest inner thoughts. I spent all day playing king, commanding others, pretending to be something I naturally was not good at. But with Duncan, I gave up all that control to him. It’s what I loved about our time together.

“Okay, Robin,” Duncan spoke my name, drawing my attention back to his face. He had done little work so far, but still his forehead glistened with sweat. “Ride me. Do it until I fill you. Pleasure me, and I will do the same for you in return.”

Living to please him, I did just that.

He didn’t reach for my cock, not as I expected. I pouted down at him and, as though he could read my mind, Duncan added. “You won’t need to do anything but fuck my cock, and I promise you, you will race toward the end without touching yourself. Do you trust me?”

“More than you could imagine.”

“Good.” Duncan smiled. “I’m all yours.”

And he was. All of him, body and mind. He was mine.

I bounced upon his length. At first, the movements were small as I grew familiar with his stretching presence inside of me. Then the momentum built. I threw my ass down upon his cock, lifting it higher and higher with each thrust so his entire length could fill me. The wooden bed creaked and screamed. It echoed that of my legs, thighs and knees, which cried out.

But I didn’t stop. Not as Duncan lost himself in the maze of pleasure, hardly able to keep his eyes open as I fucked myself upon his long, thick cock.

Deep inside me, the tip of his member found the point of divinity and slammed into it over and over. Soon enough, the world fell away from me as I could only focus on that feeling and ensuring I didn’t let go of it.

“That’s it,” Duncan encouraged from beneath me. As though he knew I had found what he had suggested. He willed for me to grip a hold of the feeling and never let go. “Keep doing that,justlike that. Fuck me. Darling…”

I think I said something in reply, but I was so far into the mysticism of his sex within me that everything seemed muffled except Duncan’s voice. His deep tone guided me through it, only making the force of his cock inside me more intense.

Suddenly, I took a deep breath of freezing air. No longer did I linger within the divine feeling inside, but I became it. I shouted out as the pleasure overwhelmed me, spread its warmth across my stomach and raced down the end of my member until it burst out of its end.

I knew that Duncan also found the same blissful ending. As the ring of my ass tightened around his cock, and I slowed my bouncing, Duncan was calling out with the same groans as me. His were deeper but equally uncontrolled and overwhelmed with gratification.

It took a moment for the chaotic feeling to dissipate. I left the dream-like state and returned to the world, exhausted, happy and fulfilled.

Still, with Duncan inside of me, he brought me down to his mouth and kissed me softly. My damp palms spread across his chest.

“You did not lie,” I said quietly, forehead pressed to his. “If I was not so tired, I would demand you show me that again.”

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