Page 94 of Dukes of Peril

I rush out, “I’m ready when you are,” but when I shift, bracing myself in anticipation, my wrist snaps, the chain to the cuffs jangling against the bed frame.

Remy snorts. “I bet you are, champ.”

“Shut up,” I hiss, then turn back to her. “You’re in control, baby.”

“You say that,” her eyes cut to Nick, “but someone won’t let me come.”

Nick sprawls next to me, head down by my feet, his gaze firmly on Lavinia’s ass. He extends a finger to skate teasingly around her ankle. “Thought you should save it. Let him feel it when you clench around him.” He looks at me and smirks. “Happy birthday.”

Lavinia freezes, gaping down at me. “It’s your birthday?” A flustered look comes over her face. “No one told me it was your birthday.”

I attempt a shrug that probably looks like a spastic twitch. “It’s not until tomorrow. I never make a deal out of it.”

“I didn’t get you anything,” she worries, and I raise my head to fix her with a long, significant look.

“Lavinia.” My eyes dart downward, to where her pussy hovers over my cock. “Trust me, this beats any present I’ve ever gotten, or ever could get.”

She blinks. “Oh.” When she rises up, my cock springs with her. We’re both wet, drenched in our own arousal and the sticky residue left by both Nick and Remy. My brother may play it off like this is all spontaneous, but Nick wouldn’t give his victory fuck up for just anything. If this is my birthday present, then that means he’s done his research. The hornier she is, already fucked open by both of them, the easier it will be for her to take me.

Hopefully.

“You scared?” I ask. She’s got me nudging at her entrance, and I force my hips to stay on the mattress. Someone should probably tie that part of me down too.

“No. Not scared.” She bends forward, kissing up my chest, tongue lathing over my nipple. “A little nervous, I guess.”

I grasp the chain of the cuffs with my fingers, the grip so tight it stings. “I’ll be good.” I mean it wholly, but I still shoot Nick a quick, desperate look.

Don’t let me hurt her again.

Nick locks his fingers around her ankle and lowers his chin in a nod.

A shiver rushes through me as she ascends, tongue painting a hot path to my throat. “Just working up to it,” she whispers, pussy dragging over the head of my cock.

I strain upward to plant a kiss on her throat, sucking a bruise into her pale flesh. “Feed me your tits,” I tell her, dying to get them in my mouth. She grabs them both, squeezing them together and leads them to my hungry tongue. I suckle her, listening to her moan as I tug her nipples into hard peaks.

She rises up, grinding her pussy against me again. Her eyes flick to the chain binding my wrist, mouth turning down. “I wish you could touch me.”

The air escapes my lungs in a hard, painful gust. “Fuck, babe. I want to touch you, too.” I give Remy a pleading look. “Maybe–”

“Nope.” Remy sits up, his own cock already stirring to attention again. “I’ve got this.” He moves behind her, his hands sliding around her chest, palming her tits. “That good, Vinny?”

It’s infuriatingly unfair, but the burn of envy is eased by the sound of her hum when she reaches between our bodies, fingers sliding enticingly over my shaft. I feel the warm heat as her lips spread apart, welcoming me in her folds, and I know instantly that it’s worth it.

“Take him slow, Vinny,” Remy says in her ear. His eyes are closed, his mouth sucking at her neck. He tweaks her nipple, and she bucks forward, taking the head of my cock with her.

A breath gets caught in my throat as I hold her gaze, feeling the resistance on the tip of my cock. Her hips give a little testing rock, which is all the warning I get before my dick finally spears through, the head slotting right inside her entrance.

Lavinia tenses, lips parting with a gasp. Her palms land flat on my chest, fingers splayed over each of my pecs. “Oh my god, you’re–”

“Fuck,” I growl, jaw clenched painfully. She’s hovering on her knees, the tip of my cock disappearing into her hole, and it feels like silk, liquid fire. “Fuck, fuck,fuck.”

Her eyes widen, and she licks her bottom lip. “It doesn’t hurt. I think… I think I can take a little more.” My fingers scream in protest as I brace for it, the chain digging painfully into my knuckles as she gives another careful rock, sinking another hard inch of me into her slick pussy.

“How the fuck,” I snarl, slamming my head into the mattress. “How the fuck do you feel this and not instantly come your fucking brains out?” From the distant, low chuckles, I can assume Nick and Remy understand this question is meant for them.

Remy’s the one to say, “It’s just experience, bro. We all bust our nuts too early the first few times.”

I can’t tear my eyes away from my own dick to see how honest he’s being. She’s so tight, but so much more pliable than the last time. That night, I think I probably felt it, the way I tore myself into her. The whole experience was always knitted up in that sense of wrongness. Right now, it’s the complete opposite. She squirms to make room for me, but it’s there–a place for me inside of her. I can feel it, and all I want is tothrust, shove my hips up and pierce right through the resistance, sheathing my cock in all her warmth.

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