Page 94 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
“Deal.” He kneeled behind me so fast that I almost toppled over. Only his hands on my hips kept me upright.
He pulled my panties down and then spread my legs when I stepped out of them. He dragged his hands up my legs until he reached my ass, grabbing each cheek and pulling them apart. Cool air blew on me. I felt exposed, open in a way I only ever did when he touched me. My pussy pulsed, electric zings running through me, all of them racing for the part of me that was on display.
“Duke,” I whimpered when he just sat there. I couldn’t see him, but I imagined him just staring at my ass and pussy, watching it pulse and clench, begging for his attention. “Please. Touch me.”
“So needy,” he said before his tongue ran along me, dipping into my pussy before it moved back to my ass. He traced slow circles around and around until I cried out, begging.
“More.”
I tried to push back against him, but he held my hips in a tight grip, making me take whatever little he gave me at the pace he wanted.
“Fuck, shit. Please, Daddy.”
He growled at this. I felt the vibrations of it against me, making me pant.
“Say it again,” he demanded.
“Daddy, I need you in my ass, please.” I’d thought about tonight all day, and I needed to feel him pushing into me, filling me.
“God dammit, woman”—he stood and slapped my ass—“get on the bed, on your side.”
I did as he asked, eager for the intense pleasure I knew he would deliver.
I turned to face him. He stripped his sweats off, his hard cock already dripping pre-cum. He gripped the base, strangling it with his hand. I smiled. Sometimes, I still couldn’t believe he was mine, and that he wanted me, just me, exactly how I was.
He ripped the condom wrapper with his teeth and slid it slowly over himself, my pussy spasming in anticipation. He grabbed the lube and then seemed to realize I faced the wrong way—toward him instead of away.
“Turn over, minx.”
“Sorry, daddy. I got distracted with your glorious cock.” I choked back laughter, throwing his words back at him.
“Damn straight you did.” He climbed into the bed behind me, stroking down my arm and nuzzling into my neck, kissing it gently.
“Mm.” I relaxed into his touch. Knowing he had me, I let go of all my worries and lost myself in him.
“Good girl.” He slipped a lubed finger into me, gently thrusting it in a few times before adding another. “So open and relaxed. So trusting.”
His praise shot through me, heading straight for my core as another finger joined the first two, slowly working me open, relaxing me and exciting me in one deft move.
“Gonna fill you up. Rearrange you so I’m the only one that can make you feel whole,” he said rough and raw as he scissored his fingers, stretching me, opening me up to him.
“Please,” I whimpered as he exposed the deepest parts of me, putting them on display for his pleasure. His needy fingers drove into me like he saw the very core of my soul and wanted more.
The blunt head of his cock notched at my relaxed hole, and I reached down to play with my clit while he pushed just the tip in.
“Ah. Fuck. Yes.” I panted. He was so big, so very hard, and even just the head of him felt divine.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so good taking my cock in your ass.” He drove into me, inch by delicious inch pushing in, carving out a home inside me. He didn’t stop until his hips nestled against me.
“Such a good girl, taking it all. So good for me.” He cupped my breast and toyed with the nipple, nipping at my shoulder.
I squeezed around him, trying to adjust to the fullness, my mind blank except for him, his cock in my ass, his words in my ear, and his hands tracing every inch of my skin, so gentle and soft. I melted against him, lost to the world.
“There you go,” he said, kissing just behind my ear.
“Fuck me. Please.”
He did, building his rhythm slowly, pulling out until just the head of him was in me before pushing back in.
