Page 71 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
“The church twisted it and made it into a bad word to demean women, especially those who worshiped the oldgods. Coincidentally, in some languages, the word whore has similar roots to lover and friend. We’re both and when you touch me… I feel divine.”
I traced my hand along her smooth legs while she spoke, reveling in the feel of them, remembering how they had wrapped around me, holding me tight, how being with her felt like worship. Only Lily could make a lecture so damn hot.
“Always so damn surprising.”
I maneuvered out of my seat and kneeled, ready to worship her however she wanted.
I took her mouth in a kiss, one she met eagerly, her tied hands coming forward to grasp my shirt and hold me there.
“So glad I didn’t have to gag you,” I said when I pulled away and found my tie.
I wrapped it around her head, gently securing it so I didn’t pull on any of her loose waves.
“Is that good?” I spoke directly into her ear before bringing the lobe into my mouth for a nibble.
“Yes.”
“Good.” I trailed my lips down her neck, sucking and biting as I went, leaving a line of red that I hoped would bloom into a mark so the entire world knew she belonged to me.
I reached the edge of her corset top and sucked on thesoft swell above it before reaching in and pulling her breasts free. She gasped and arched into my touch as I plucked at her stiff nipples.
“Yes, more,” she demanded. I complied and sucked on each one before blowing on them gently. “Duke, stop teasing. I need more.” She arched again, her hands reaching blindly for me, but I moved just beyond her touch.
“Patience.” I sat back and stopped touching her so I could undo my pants and free my erection.
I couldn’t resist stroking it to the sight of Lily tied up and begging for me to worship her. I refused to think of that ridiculous word, not that I would tell her. She was so much more than a priestess. She was the goddess herself.
“Duke. Where are you?” Lily asked, and I realized I had been drinking her in for far too long.
“Do you want my pants on or off?” I asked by way of an answer.
“Off. I want to feel you against me.” She answered so quickly that it was clear she had thought about it already.
“I see. You don’t care about my virtue if something were to happen,” I teased, but shoved my pants down far enough that she wouldn’t feel them, anyway.
“You’re the one that doesn’t care about it.” She shrugged, lifting her freed breasts. I couldn’t hold back anymore. Enough teasing. I wanted to feast.
“Fuck, Lily. You’re gorgeous.” I positioned myself between her spread legs and guided my cock to tease her soaked folds, slippery and ready for me.
I fed her just the head of my cock before backing out and running it the length of her, pausing at her clit, and then pushing just the tip back in.
“Always so fucking tight for me.”
“Duke, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to scream,” she threatened as she pushed her hips toward me, desperate for more.
“Do it. Scream for me, baby.” I traced the same path again and slipped the head inside her once more.
I had an iron grip on the base of my cock to keep from coming just from the look of her with her wild hair, tied hands, and dress covering everything but her glorious breast, heaving with labored breathing.
Her slick cum coated me as I kept my teasing pace up, dipping just a little more in each time, torturing us with the tease. I couldn’t resist pushing even more in, almost to my fist this time.
“Yes, more.” I slid in again, but still up to my fist. “Duke, dammit. Don’t make me safe word and finish myself off.”
“Fuck.” I let go of my cock and slammed home. “As much as I love watching you pleasure yourself, I need to be inside you.”
“Good, because I was bluffing. Ahh,” she moaned as I slid out and pushed into her again, just as rough as before.
My arms shook from the effort of holding myself back and teasing her, and I collapsed onto her bare chest as I set an easy but torturous rhythm that belied our surroundings and the desperation I felt.
