Page 64 of Prelude of Love
Each thrust whispered dominance, showcasing the power Duke held over my body. But his unwavering eye contact undid me, the way he looked at me as if I mattered. Combined with Early’s reverent touches,the experience transcended physical pleasure, creating a connection that refused to let go.
Our bodies created a symphony of wet, filthy sounds that filled the room, punctuated by ragged breaths and occasional moans from Early.
Without warning, Duke accelerated to a punishing rhythm, pounding into me with enough force that I’d feel him for days. He folded me almost in half, my body bending to his will as he fucked me with nearly savage intensity. It was everything I wanted as his dominance became absolute, his control over my body complete. Yet I found unexpected freedom in submission, discovering a liberation in surrendering control that I had never known before.
The bed frame protested under our passionate force, providing a soundtrack to the wild abandon of Duke’s claiming. My fingers clawed at the sheets, searching for stability as he drove into me with relentless power.
Early savored the sight of his husband fucking me into the mattress. Hunger filled his gaze, mirroring my own desperate need as he worked my erection with tight strokes while peppering me with greedy kisses. The added stimulation heightened everything, pushing me toward the brink.
I couldn’t think or breathe, only feel as Duke tensed above me, a growl rumbling deep in his chest like approaching thunder. With a final powerful thrust, he sent me hurtling over the edge. My orgasmcrashed over me like a storm surge, ripping a cry from my throat as my body convulsed. Cum splattered halfway up my stomach. I clenched tight around his dick, milking him for every drop of pleasure as he found his own release.
The condom barrier denied me the privilege of feeling him spill directly inside me. That thin protective layer contrasted with the vulnerability Duke had coaxed from me. A sudden, visceral longing overcame me to feel him bare, skin against skin, with nothing between us as he filled me with his cum until it dripped from my used hole.
The desire shocked me with its unsettling intensity. Never before had I wanted that with anyone, never craved the risk, intimacy, and complications of going bare. Yet with Duke, the idea planted itself firmly in my mind, sending shockwaves of lust through my veins. Where had my sudden desire to be claimed by him so intimately come from?
A wordless groan of protest escaped me as he slipped free with a wet sound that made my spent body twitch with residual desire. The hollow ache he left behind bordered on agony.
The encounter was supposed to be fun and casual, a simple way to blow off steam while filming in Sunnyside. But lying beneath Duke, our hearts pounding together in steady rhythm, I couldn’t ignore the nagging sense that what we shared had transcended the casual fling I had signed up for.
His breath was hot against my neck, his stubble scraping my skin as he nuzzled closer. Early embraced me from the other side, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he watched us with a warmth that made my heart flutter.
I closed my eyes, sinking into the afterglow, reveling in the lingering sensation of being thoroughly, completely, utterly fucked.
The rational part of my brain recognized that what I experienced with Duke and Early was something beyond physical pleasure. But acknowledging that meant confronting feelings I wasn’t ready to face, so I surrendered to the blissful oblivion that drew me deeper into the embrace of the two incredible men who had upended my world in a single evening.
Early brushed a lock of sweat-dampened hair from my forehead, his fingers trailing across my skin. “You were amazing,” he murmured, his soothing voice a balm to the lingering sting of Duke’s rough possession. “We knew you could handle us, but this was something special.”
I opened my mouth but found no words. The whirlwind of emotions inside me overwhelmed any attempt at coherent thought. Instead, I turned and captured his lips in a tender kiss, silently thanking him for their warmth and acceptance.
Duke drew patterns in the cum on my stomach, each touch rippling pleasure through my spent body. “Fuck, debauchery looks so goodon you.”
If my body could have managed another erection so soon, that would have triggered one.
“You did well, Princess.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to my forehead, which shot straight through my defenses. The simple gesture rattled something loose inside me, leaving me breathless as I watched him give Early an equally sweet kiss.
When Duke shifted to get up, my brain short-circuited. I tried forming words to ask where he was going, but my tongue felt heavy and useless.
“Shh, he’ll be right back,” Early murmured, nuzzling against my neck.
Duke returned with a warm washcloth. I watched as he cared for Early first. His massive hands moved with impossible gentleness as he cleaned his husband, the tenderness making my throat tight.
“My big teddy bear,” Early teased, earning a playful grumble from his husband. “Always taking such good care of me.”
Their easy affection, the way Duke’s eyes softened while tending to Early, stirred unfamiliar yearning in my chest. Too blissed-out to scrutinize it, I still recognized its dangerous intensity.
When Duke turned his attention to me, I nearly stopped breathing. The warm cloth glided over my skin with careful precision, his touch intimate as he cleaned away evidence of our passion. No one had ever cared for me so tenderly after sex.Usually, partners offered quick thanks before we went our separate ways. Staying and tending to me was new.
Early carded fingers through my hair as Duke worked, his voice soft with praise. “I’m so glad we did this. You took everything we gave you.” He punctuated his words with gentle kisses along my jaw. “You made us feel incredible.”
I absorbed his praise like parched earth soaking up rain, unable to suppress my small sounds of contentment. Early’s words enveloped me like a warm blanket, making me feel cherished in new ways.
Duke finished cleaning me with the same care he showed his husband, his touches reverent through the cloth. He disappeared to return the washcloth, then slid into bed behind me. His massive frame dwarfed mine as he held me against his chest. Early pulled sheets over us before sliding in front of me, allowing me to spoon him.
Never had I felt so small and safe, caught between Duke’s protective bulk and Early’s welcoming warmth. My body hummed with pleasant exhaustion in the best possible way. Wrapped in their embrace, everything felt perfect beyond my ability to process.
As minutes passed, the reality of what had transpired sank in. We had transcended mere sex, becoming an exploration of boundaries, a test of trust, and a shared experience that altered the dynamic between us. I had come to Sunnyside seekinga temporary escape from LA pressures but instead stumbled upon something that could be genuine.
The realization should have terrified me, sent me scrambling for my clothes with hasty excuses. But lying between Duke and Early, the last thing I wanted was to walk away. For the first time, I craved the laughter and conversations, the shared silences and late-night talks that accompany truly knowing someone on a deeper level.
