Page 60 of Prelude of Love
My husband chuckled. “Remember, you’re not the one in control here. I am. And if you want to come, you’ll do exactly as I say.”
Chance fired back without hesitation, his voice dripping with need. “Then you better order me to fuck your husband because I’m dying to be inside him.”
A shiver raced through me at his words, my spent cock giving an interested twitch as it tried to rally.
“You have my permission to fuck my husband,” Duke ordered. “Make him come again.”
Chance’s fingers trembled as he rolled the condom on. The display was oddly endearing. It was a reminder that for all his experience, he was only twenty-two.
Duke sheathed himself as well. “Enter Duchess.”
I spread my legs wider in invitation. “Please, Chance, I need you.”
The anticipation was exquisite torture, my body humming with renewed hunger as I gazed up atChance’s flushed face. His eyes had darkened to near black as he positioned himself above me, the tip of his covered dick nudging my entrance.
Though not as imposing as my husband, Chance stretched me wide as he pushed in, making me groan as his substantial length and girth opened me up. The initial burn melted into waves of pleasure that threatened to drown me. I savored each inch as he claimed me.
My fingers twisted in the sheets, seeking something to ground me as pleasure flooded my system. Chance never broke eye contact, his gaze scorching with intensity as he seated himself fully inside me.
When he bottomed out, Duke nudged him forward, making Chance brace himself against the bed. Duke eased his cock into Chance with careful restraint, mindful of his thick length.
Chance’s face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. His voice was strained as he swore, “Fuck, you’remassive.” His fingers dug into my hips, anchoring himself as he struggled to accommodate my husband. He panted with the effort of taking my husband’s dick.
Duke stilled. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, I want you to keep going until I can’t sit comfortably for the next couple of days,” Chance quipped through gritted teeth. “I promise I can handle it. Keep going.”
When Duke pushed deeper, Chance’s hips thrustforward, his body arching. His eyes met mine with a flash of surprise and wonder.
Desire coiled tight within me as I watched him experience the unique pleasure of being claimed by my husband’s impressive dick. Chance’s hips bucked into me in response, giving me a tantalizing preview of what was coming.
“That’s it, you’re doing well,” Duke encouraged.
I lay on my back, my legs spread wide as Chance established an easy rhythm while Duke’s powerful presence commanded the space behind him.
“You feel amazing inside me,” I encouraged him. “But it’s not just you. I can feel Duke’s rhythm, his power, as he drives you to fuck me harder.”
“So hot,” Chance whimpered, his grip tightening on my hips as he lifted them higher to deepen his angle.
“But you know what would make it even better?” I asked.
Curiosity sparked in his eyes. “What’s that?”
“If you’d go faster.” I flashed him a wicked grin. “You don’t have to be gentle. I can take whatever you can dish out. Proof of that is pounding into your ass right now.”
Chance groaned at my challenge, immediately picking up his pace. I squeezed his sides with my legs, holding on for the ride. Duke reached forward to stroke one of my calves, his touch warm and possessive.
“That’s it, fuck him harder,” Duke commanded, his voice deep and authoritative. “Make him feel it.”
The connection intensified, the three of us moving together in perfect sync. Duke’s hips dictated Chance’s rhythm, giving me the delicious sensation of being fucked indirectly by my husband. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed having two men focused on my pleasure, their bodies working in tandem to worship me.
Chapter Seventeen
DUKE
As I drove deeperinto Chance, his tight heat clenching around me, I took total control of both his and Early’s movements. My hands grasped Chance’s hips, guiding him as he thrust into Early, dictating our shared pace with powerful strokes. The room filled with our labored breathing and the pungent scent of sex, stoking my primal need to dominate.
I dug my fingers into Chance’s skin, pulling him back against me. His body quivered at my touch, sending a rush of satisfaction through me. I savored how responsive he was, his muscles tensing and relaxing as I explored his torso, tracing each defined ridge with possessive intent.
