Page 72 of The Duke's Pet

His cock was at her pussy again, easing in. He started off slow, then rammed forward, filling her.

She cried out and lunged forward; he moved with her.

“Yes, yes,” he hissed, gripping her hips and dragging her backward onto his erection. “Squeeze me.”

She tensed and gasped as this new position seemed to awaken more excitable areas of her pussy.

“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered, withdrawing then slamming back in.

Again she gasped, the air huffing from her lungs.

“Your ass is so delightful,” he said gruffly then landed a stinging slap on her right buttock.

She cried out, lost to him and everything he was doing and how he made her feel.

He was driving in and out of her pussy, a wild ride that had sweat lacing her back and her heart thudding. Pressure was building again, deep inside, different from her nub being stimulated; this was something else, low down, intense and she knew it would soon release.

“Again,” he demanded, “find your pleasure again.”

A thwack landed on her left butt cheek.

She whimpered as the sting heated her pussy further.

He slid his hand up past her shoulders and grabbed a handful of her hair. He tugged, forcing her to arch her back.

Again this changed the position of his cock shunting in and out of her. Now he was hitting a sweet spot that couldn’t contain the pressure. She allowed it to build, then held her breath as it held her captive, before tumbling free.

She cried out, not words, just a string of guttural gasps and groans. Her pussy contracted, spasming around his cock. Bliss spread outward from her pelvis, thudding over her skin, her nerves and creating flashing lights before her eyes.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust into her.

She spiraled through ecstasy, wondering at how her duke could make her feel so spectacular.

And then he released her hair and was gone from her pussy.

“No!” she wailed.

“Come here.” He picked her up, as though she were a ragdoll, and sat her on his lap, facing him.

She folded her legs at either side of his and rose up, so his cock was hovering over her pussy. Clinging to his shoulders, she stared into his eyes.

He smiled, but his face was tense, as though he was pleased she understood what he wanted. “Now sit on me.”

She did, filling her pussy with his rigid cock. He felt so good, so hot and hard and her pussy was still fluttering with the aftershocks of her second orgasm.

When she sat on his thighs, with him buried deep, he closed his eyes and groaned long and low.

“Is that good, Sir?” She speared her hands into his hair and watched at his bliss-filled expression.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

She smiled and began to rock, riding him hard.

He gripped her ass cheeks, his fingers small, strong pincers and pounded his hips up to meet her. Within a minute he filled her with seed, gasping and moaning, his body trembling.

Jemima didn’t let up. She wanted him to have as much pleasure as she’d had. She worked her hips and hugged him with her pussy, slowing only when he opened his eyes and smiled.

“That was perfect.” He kissed her. “Youare perfect.”

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