Page 62 of Prelude of Love

Being sandwichedbetween Duke and Early was a pleasure so complete that it rewrote my understanding of sex. Never had I craved submission. I usually dominated my partners without question, but something about Duke’s iron grip on my hips, his commanding voice, and him calling me “Princess” made me want to yield everything to him.

The rhythm consumed me. Thrusting into Early’s tight heat and then pushing back against Duke’s thick length inside me created an endless cycle of bliss. Each stroke fired lightning through my nerves, making me gasp and shiver.

Early gazed up with hungry adoration, getting hard again as I pounded into him with growing intensity.

Duke’s voice cut through the haze of pleasure. “Jerk him off.”

My rebellious nature flared hot. “Don’t tell me to do something I already planned to do.” Despite my defiance, his command sparked an undeniable desire to obey, to please him, to earn his approval, and to prove myself worthy of his attention.

I wrapped my fingers around Early’s renewed erection, stroking him to the relentless rhythm of Duke’s hips drilling me from behind. Early arched his back with needy gasps, bucking into my grip.

Pleasure flooded every cell in my body. Duke fucked me harder for my compliance, making me cry out as I rutted against him like an animal in heat. The dual sensation of filling Early while Duke filled me created an overload I couldn’t process.

Duke guided my movements with powerful hands, fingers digging into my skin. I silently begged for bruises that would linger, physical proof of his claim on me. As he drilled into me, my balls tightened with anticipation. I fought to delay my orgasm, wanting to live forever in the moment of perfect connection. But the pleasure grew too intense, threatening to sweep me away.

Early pulled me down to him, our mouths crashing together in a savage kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance as we devoured each other.

Right as I approached the point of no return, Duke slowed. His thrusts became deliberate and teasing, denying me the release my body screamed for.

“Let me come,” I snarled, lust igniting my temper.

He responded with a devious chuckle. “You’re not ready yet. You come when I say you do.”

Anger surged through me. When I tried to control the pace, he eased back even more, transforming hard, fast strokes into slow, torturous glides. Each movement teased rather than satisfied. When my frustration peaked, he’d speed up until I gasped for air, only to deny me at the critical moment.

My hand lost its rhythm on Early’s cock as Duke’s manipulation shattered my focus. Trapped between pleasure and denial, my body built toward climax only to be thwarted cruelly again and again. My defenses crumbled further.

Pride dissolved into desperation. “Please,” I groaned, trembling uncontrollably. “Please let me come.”

“Take pity on him,” Early urged his husband.

Duke merely laughed, continuing his masterful torture. His confidence wasn’t misplaced. I had become putty in his hands, responding to every touch, beyond caring about anything except the release he withheld. I didn’t know how much more I could take.

Everything inside me was primed and ready to detonate. Each pump of Duke’s hips pushed me higher, awakening cravings I never knew existed. His slow, deep penetration tortured me exquisitely, stretching my pleasure to the breaking point. I teetered on the edge, certain another denial would shatter me.

The friction bordered on unbearable. When he increased his pace again, I lost myself completely, forgetting to stroke Early as the sensations consumed me. Our bodies moved in perfect synchronicity, flesh meeting flesh in a primal beat that matched my racing heart.

The contrast between hard, pounding thrusts and slow, gentle strokes created a tension I could barely endure. As Duke continued his deliberate pace, something profound opened within me. A connection deeper than physical pleasure, as if he accessed parts of me no one had ever reached. My body stretched to its absolute limit as he split me open with his girthy length.

Without warning, Duke exploded into frenzied power. He pounded me with renewed intensity, the primal slap of skin against skin making me impossibly harder as I fucked Early to the rhythm Duke dictated with each powerful thrust.

Lust consumed me like wildfire, burning through every nerve ending. I gasped for breath as he continued his relentless assault, pushing me toward something transformative.

I whined low in my throat. “Shit, I can’t take much more.”

“If you want to come, make Duchess do it first,” Duke commanded, slowing again to prolong my sweet agony. “I can keep going like this all night, Princess.”

With monumental effort, I refocused on Early’spleasure, jerking him with desperate determination. My hips slammed into him frantically while Duke mirrored the action behind me.

“So fucking good,” Early moaned, his body rocking hard from our combined movements. When I thought my heart might burst, he arched with a sharp cry, hot cum spilling across his stomach. The sight of his release flooded me with excitement, but Duke’s iron grip held me back from following.

Early locked eyes with his husband over my shoulder. “That was good enough that our Princess deserves a reward, hon.”

Duke answered with actions, not words, slamming into me with such force I forgot how to breathe. The intensity drove me forward onto my hands, my body trembling as he claimed me. My vision blurred, and my muscles tensed as his thrusts intensified to a point where I wasn’t sure I’d survive the onslaught of ecstasy.

Finally, mercifully, he granted release. “Come for me, Princess.”

Those words unlocked everything inside me. My orgasm erupted with volcanic force, leaving me gasping and shuddering as I came harder than ever before. The pleasure consumed me, obliterating thought and reason.

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