Page 95 of Dukes of Peril

I resist the urge, my muscles so tense that I can feel them vibrating with restraint. Sweat begins beading on my forehead. “Lav,” I grind out, watching her sink down another slow, agonizing inch. “Say something. Are you… is this…?”

“I’m okay,” she says, even though the words are spoken through a series of panted breaths. She touches my jaw, stroking day-old stubble with the pad of her thumb. “Are you? You need to relax, Sy. You’re going to pass out or something.”

“Yeah,” Nick says, “you’re not the one taking that thing. Ease up a bit.”

I shoot him a glare because he doesn’t fucking get it. There is no easing up when it comes to this. Only then, Lavinia tips down to kiss me, and it’s so gentle–so achingly sweet–that my muscles begin unwinding. I fall into the sensation of her lips, her hair tickling my neck, her pussy fluttering around the head of my cock, and the next rock she gives, taking another thick inch of me, doesn’t even make me clench against the instinct to slam upward.

I take it with a long, tortured groan. “You pussy’s so fucking good,” I say, licking the whisper into her mouth.

Nick shifts on the bed next to me, his eyes trained on her pussy while his hand fists his cock. “God, look at you taking him. You’re doing so good, Little Bird. Just a little more.”

‘A little’ is an exaggeration. It’s barely halfway. We may be past the ‘just the tip’ phase but nowhere near fully inside. I understand that may not happen this time. I’ll take whatever she can give me.

But instead of pushing down, Lavinia rises back up. Panic washes over me, but before I can react to the loss of heat, she comes down again, harder than before. My cock slides in deeper, balls twitching as her walls cover me in warmth.

Remy soothes her groan by stroking her hair, whispering, “Don’t force it, Vinny.” His hand disappears behind her, and then I feel his fingers scissoring around her folds. Belatedly, I realize he’s checking her for tears. For blood.

“Is she…?” I don’t breathe again until he meets my gaze.

Remy dips his chin in a nod. “So far, so good.”

Lavinia’s fingers descend next, my stomach flexing at the feel of her brushing my shaft. Her eyes go foggy as she touches the place where we meet, and I realize she’s measuring, seeing how far she has left to go. “Oh,” she breathes, eyes snapping to mine. “That’s… deeper.”

Deeper than the last time.

More than she’s ever taken.

Victory sparking in her eyes, she clamps her teeth into her bottom lip, rises in a slow, slick drag, and dives back down, taking so much of my dick that my thighs clench in shock.

“Babe, you keep doing that and—”

Shit.

She does it again, her hips rising in a long, torturous tug, and then sinking back slowly. Remy’s hands are on her hips, but they’re not guiding her. I can tell, because gradually, he pulls them away, as if he’s been waiting to catch her falling off a bike and suddenly realizing she doesn’t need the support.

My eyes fly frantically from her pussy to her hooded stare. Every time she drops back down, taking just a little more of me, I’m hypnotized by the way it looks, the space between us disappearing inch by inch. Somewhere in my brain, I try to reconcile what I’m feeling with what I’m seeing. My dick is inside there, through her belly, buried into her sweet, wet cunt, and I want nothing more than to tell her to stop.

I want to stay inside her forever.

“Don’t come,” she begs. “Not yet.”

My ass flexes in time to her rhythm, and when I speak, it’s in a voice I hardly recognize, deep and slurred. “I won’t.” It’s a promise I don’t know if I can keep, because the truth of what’s happening is almost as hot as the act.

I’m getting fucked.

My eyes rise to Nick and Remy, even though it’s not like last time. I don’t care that other people see–that theyknow. This is about me and Lavinia becoming what we’re meant to be. Nick and Remy aren’t my audience, they’re my compass, and right now I need them to tell me if this is right.

Both of them are watching her pussy, though.

Remy’s leaning back, ducking his head to see it from behind, and I can’t even imagine how it must look. “Fuck,” he breathes, running a finger around her tight, stretched hole. “Your pussy’s taking him so good, Vinny.”

Nick’s eyes are glazed and almost black as he touches her thigh, desperate for a better look. “Get your phone,” he tells Remy. “Take a picture so they can see later.”

I start, “You don’t have to–”

But Lavinia’s only protest is to look at them over her shoulder, saying, “No faces.”

Remy’s already fumbling for his discarded jeans, pulling out his phone and bending to get a photo.

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