Page 84 of The Duke's Pet

He curled his hips under, tightening the grip on her chin and staring at her.

And then his balls locked up against her buttocks.

“You’ve taken my cock in your ass.” His eyes were wide and sparkling with excitement.

“I... I know.” And didn’t she know it. She was stuffed full of him. The discomfort was a lick of fire that swarmed from her bottom through her pelvis.

“And now it is time for my pleasure.” He closed his eyes, half withdrew then pushed back in.

Jemima cried out. His cock had rubbed over parts of her body never before stimulated this way.

“Yes!” he gasped. “Accept your punishment.”

“Oh, God!”

“He will not help you.”

“Sir... oh, your manhood in my bottom, it’s...”

“What?” He withdrew, slammed back in.

Again she cried out.

“It will feel good if you let it.” He released her chin and pushed a strand of her hair from her cheek. “And I will permit you to find pleasure this first time I’m in your ass.”

“Pleasure?” Was he serious?

“Yes, I’m serious.” He stilled, buried deep. “Discard all preconceptions that this is wrong and then see how it feels.”

He pulled back, then rushed in again.

She bit on her bottom lip to prevent from wailing.

“Just feel,” he said. “Just feel me inside you.”

He set up a fast but steady rhythm. Driving his cock deep into her ass then almost withdrawing.

Her legs shook, her breaths were ragged and she tried to do what he’d said, and find the good sensations.

And then, after a minute she noticed the pressure building, a small spot inside her ass that was responding to being rubbed over continuously.

She moaned and fluttered her eyes closed.

“Yes, yes, that’s it.”

He increased the tempo and dragged her arms over her head. Her legs were hooked on his shoulders now, she was concertinaed beneath him. “You’re not hating it now, are you?” He was breathless.

“No...”

It felt good, better than it should, she was sure. For this must be a sin, to have a man’s cock in her ass.

Oh, but, please God, I didn’t ask for this.

But maybe she had, by throwing the book on the fire.

“Ah, sweet Lord above, yes...” He lifted his face to the ceiling, the tendons on his neck straining.

He was close to releasing his seed and that thought increased her excitement and her body’s strange reaction to what he was doing.

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