Page 43 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
I did my best to nod, but he held my head in a tight grip, and I couldn’t move. I could feel my juices leaking onto my thighs, already soaking wet for him.
“I need your words now.”
“Yes, Duke.”
“Good little whore.”
I whimpered at that. I never thought it would be hot to be called a whore. I never understood why anyone would want that, but the word coming from Duke’s mouth when he looked at me like that felt empowering rather than demeaning.
He held his dick up with one hand and guided my head back to it, fitting it against my lips and letting me move the final bit to take it into my mouth. I did, the salty taste of his pre-cum coating my tongue, pulling a moan from me.
That was where my control ended, though, as Duke held my head still and pushed into it, filling me with him. I did my best to suck on him and trace my tongue along his shaft, but he was so big that I could do little more than take it as he worked himself into me.
“Fuck, Lily. So good for me, sucking my cock like that.” He withdrew until just the head of him rested on my tongue.
“This is why you came here today, isn’t it?” He pushed back in, building a rhythm as he spoke.
“You wanted me to fuck you. Use your mouth like this is what you were made for.” His thrusts became sharper, deeper until he hit the back of my throat and made me gag. He let up from his assault, but I dove into him, urging himon, begging him to use me.
“Shit. I’m gonna come, gonna shoot right down this tight little throat of yours. Are you going to swallow it for me? Fill your belly with me?”
I hummed my agreement. I wanted it. I wanted it so bad. Forget my previous declaration that I wouldn’t swallow. The very thought of it now turned me on so much that I couldn’t help but try to slide my hand down to my pussy and finish myself off.
“No,” he said on a particularly deep thrust. “You don’t touch what’s mine.”
I whimpered around him, the sound sending vibrations through his cock, but did what he said. I grasped his thighs so tight I was sure he would have bruises.
His.
Why was that so hot?
He thrust so deep and so fast now that all I could do was sit there and take it, my spit running down his cock, coating his balls, tears gathering in my eyes.
God, it was too much. It wasn’t enough.
He came on a roar, his cock pushed as far into my mouth as he could go and I had no choice but to swallow him down, his warm, salty cum sliding down my throat in waves.
“Oh, god, Lily.” Panic infused his voice as he grasped my cheeks and pulled me off him. “Fuck, that was too much.”
He grabbed a napkin and pulled me into his lap, his soft cock still hanging out of his pants as he wiped the spit from my chin and tears from my eyes.
I shook my head.
“No,” I croaked, my throat a little sore from the rough treatment, but I didn’t care. I moved and my thighs slid together effortlessly from my juices, coating them. Hereached around me and grabbed a glass of water, pushing it into my hands and urging me to drink.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t…” I couldn’t explain it to him, but maybe I could show him. I grabbed his hand and brought it under my skirt, first to my thighs and then to my exposed pussy. He slid his fingers along my lips and then pushed inside me.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“I liked it. A lot.”
“Yeah?” he asked as his fingers, two of them, moved in and out, gently fucking me. His usual carefree and confident smile spread across his face.
“I’m not breakable.” I leaned in to kiss him and he groaned, slipping his tongue into my mouth and tasting himself on me.
“I didn’t tap out,” I said when I pulled back.
