Page 71 of The Duke's Pet

“Remember to trust me.” He cupped her face between his hands and stared into her eyes.

“Yes.”

“Wrap your legs around my hips.”

She did that, locking her feet together so she was secure. He was so big over her, in her, and the rest of the world slipped away. All she could think of was him and his hard cock invading her pussy.

He curled his hips under and thrust into her.

She cried out; the sharp pain he’d caused seemed to twang like elastic in her pussy.

And then he was sliding in, higher, higher still. Filling her with his stiff cock so that she felt consumed and totally owned by him.

“Take me,” he said, still staring down at her. There was a rise of color on his cheeks and his lips were damp from their kisses.

“What... was that?”

“The first time, I had to do break my way in. It will never be like that again.”

She groaned as his balls pressed up against her.

“You feel amazing, my sweet Jemima.” He rocked his body on hers.

She groaned again as he rubbed against her little pleasure spot.

“That’s it,” he said, “you’re a quick learner, you can see how this works, how we will both get pleasure.”

“Yes. Yes, Sir.”

“This is how it is when a man and woman are together.”

“Oh, yes. Please... Sir.”

He dipped his head and kissed her neck, then started up a gentle rocking rhythm that caught her body in the perfect dance to build the pressure.

She stared up at the ceiling. The rose around the light was ornate, and she concentrated on all the new sensations he’d created in her. To be so full of him was more beautiful than she could ever have imagined. The pain had gone now and it was only delight she felt.

Soon her toes were curling and her breaths coming in short, sharp pants. The climax, the topple into ecstasy, wasn’t far away.

“Yes, that’s it, I can see it in your eyes.” He was looking down at her again. “You’re close.”

“Yes... Sir.”

“Take your pleasure whenever you need to, take it and let me watch.”

“Oh, please, don’t stop doing that.” She gripped his shoulders tighter and stared at his handsome face. It was flushed, his eyes dancing with lust and pleasure. She wondered briefly if he was holding back his own release and if that took a lot of concentration.

But then her orgasm was there. She held her breath, was suspended in bliss, then as he drove into her harder, faster, she cried out, letting the wonderful zing of release shoot around her body. She pulsed and bucked, taking him deeper as her pussy hugged his cock.

“Dear Lord above,” he said through gritted teeth. “You feel so good.”

Despite his words he withdrew his cock.

“What is it?” Had she done something wrong?

“Nothing in my world is wrong at this moment.” He gripped her waist. “But turn over, get onto your hands and knees.”

He maneuvered her, and Jemima found herself looking down at the rug, her paint-coated fingers splayed on it.

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