Page 49 of Prelude of Love
I worked him harder, faster, driven by the intoxicating power of reducing such a beast to trembling need with only my mouth and hands.
His hips jerked, thrusting once, then twice, before he released with a guttural cry, his cum painting my tongue and the back of my throat. Satisfaction rippled across his face as he gave in to the throes of climax, and I continued working him through it, loving the way his dick pulsed against my lips, the taste of him explosive.
I licked him clean, savoring his salty essence before I crawled back up his body to kneel over him. My erection stood proud, flushed, and desperate for attention.
“Your turn, hon,” I murmured, stroking myself for some much-needed relief.
He smirked. “I thought you were supposed to be convincing me.”
I gave him a charming smile I knew he could never resist. “This is you rewarding me for doing such a good job.”
Duke’s gaze flickered from my lips to my cock, debating the most efficient means of breaking me apart. It delighted me to see how his restraintcrumbled in the face of his desire to make me beg. His hunger was palpable, a living thing between us.
“Come here,” he whispered, gesturing for me to move closer.
I pressed my dick against his full lips, eager to bury myself in his wet warmth. He licked the bead of precum off it before he opened enough to let me slide my erection into his mouth.
My fingers curled against the headboard to steady myself, the wood creaking under my grip. His slow, deliberate teasing drove me wild with anticipation. I wanted to beg for more, but I wasn’t about to give in so easily. Pride kept my pleas behind gritted teeth.
But he wasn’t about to make it easy on me. He reached out and guided me to move deeper into him, letting me slide down his throat. I gasped at the tight, wet heat enveloping me as he made art out of every movement, using enough suction to draw a whimper from me.
Arousal flooded my senses when his tongue swirled over my tip, teasing the sensitive ridge with maddening precision. My hips jerked in response, pushing deeper into his heat. I groaned, unable to hold back the sound of pleasure that escaped my lips. “Fuck, your mouth was made for this.”
The headboard creaked when I gripped it harder as I fucked Duke’s mouth, knowing he could take it and wanted it as much as I did. His hands trailed up mylegs to grab my ass and force me deeper. I got louder, especially when his nails dug into my ass to give me that bite of pain I loved, that perfect counterpoint to pleasure that made everything sharper, more intense.
Duke’s tongue swirled and danced, his sucking becoming more frenzied as he pushed me to my limits. I panted and moaned, my nails digging into the headboard as I rode his mouth with every ounce of my passion. Sweat beaded on my brow, my thighs trembling as I struggled to stay in control.
My eyes fluttered shut as I focused on the sensations, on the feel of him taking me deep, the heat of his mouth, the scrape of his stubble against my sensitive skin. It was too much, too good. My body was on fire, my need for release building until it was almost painful in its intensity.
His fingers dug into my thighs as he urged me on, his eyes locked onto mine, challenging me even as I neared my peak. He made me feel powerful, as if I were in control, but the truth was he owned me, possessed me as completely as I did him.
“Yes,” I cried out, my voice high and strained, breaking on the word. “Fuck yes!”
My balls tightened before my orgasm hit me like a shockwave as I shot down his throat. He milked me for every drop, swallowing around me with greedy enthusiasm. But he wasn’t finished yet. His tongue relentlessly worked me as he lapped up my cum, the overstimulation making me whimper and squirm.
I repositioned to bend down to kiss Duke, our mingled tastes bursting across my tongue as I deepened the kiss with demanding hunger.
He pulled back with a knowing smirk. “You like how we taste together, Duchess?”
“Always.” I nipped his bottom lip before sprawling on top of him, nuzzling his neck to breathe in the scent of sex and sweat andus. “Everything about you drives me wild.”
His strong arms wrapped around me. I snuggled close, savoring the solid warmth of him beneath me as his hands traced lazy patterns along my back. The quiet contentment of the moment washed over me, satisfaction humming through my veins like a gentle melody.
“You can invite Chance to dinner,” Duke murmured, his voice soft but certain.
“Really?”
“Against my better judgment, yes.” His fingers caressed me with love. “But nothing has to happen.”
Joy bubbled up inside me as I peppered his face with quick kisses. “You’re the best! I’ll ask him when he stops by Brewhaha tomorrow morning for coffee before heading to the set.” I snuggled back down on his chest, enjoying the warm glow of getting my way.
Chapter Thirteen
CHANCE
I draggedmyself to Brewhaha way earlier than any sane person should be awake. My only motivation was the hope of catching Early before he got busy with the morning rush. Plus, the café’s coffee was addictive enough to make the ungodly hour worth it.
The bell chimed as I pushed through the door. Wolfie looked up from behind the counter with an amused grin. “You’re up with the sun today.”
