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“What are you trying to do, Princess?” I asked, even as I added a third finger, moving them just right to make him shudder. His tight ring of muscle clenched around me before giving way to the pressure.
“I want to ride you,” Chance panted, his eyes wild with need. “Please, Duke. Let me show you how good our duet made me feel.”
Early groaned at the suggestion. “Yes, do it. I want to watch.” His free hand stroked his cock with contrasting slowness.
The image of Chance taking his pleasure on my dick was too tempting to resist. I withdrew my fingers, rolled on a condom, slicked it up, then wiped my hands clean. Only then did I shift positions to settle back against the pillows. “Show me what you’ve got, Princess,” I challenged, helping guide him as he moved to straddle my hips.
Chance positioned himself above me, his thighs trembling with anticipation as he lined up my erection with his entrance. With agonizing slowness, he sank down, inch by torturous inch. “Oh, god,” he moaned, his head falling back, exposing the long line of his throat as I slid into him. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “You’re so fucking huge, Duke. It feels like you’re splitting me in two in the best way.”
I gripped his waist, guiding his movements as he adjusted to my size. The tight pressure around my cock was almost unbearable in its perfection. “You can take it.”
Early watched us, working his dick as his other hand continued to stretch himself. “You look so good together,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving the point where our bodies joined.
After bottoming out, Chance gave himself a few moments to adjust, his breath coming in short pants. His inner muscles fluttered around me, adjusting to the intrusion. Then, he lifted himself up and sank back down with a fluid grace that spoke of experience and confidence. He soon established a rhythm that had us both groaning. His thighs flexed with each movement, his body a work of art as he rode me.
Chance groaned, picking up speed. “The way your voice rumbled through me made me want to feel your cock inside me like this, filling me up the same way you did in that room.”
I thrust deeper as he bounced faster, my hands guiding his hips to the perfect angle. “You enjoyed that, Princess? How our voices harmonized together?” I growled, resisting the urge to flip him over and pin him down again. “Enjoyed my voice fucking you right there onstage, in front of everyone?”
“Everybody could feel it,” Early added, his breathing ragged as he pleasured himself. “It was so sexy.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Chance’s flushed skin, his parted lips, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each movement. A sheen of sweat made his body glisten in the low light, highlighting every curve and plane. He took what he wanted from me, his erection bobbing against his stomach with each bounce, leaving smears of precum on his abs.
“Fuck, Duke,” Chance cried out when I shifted my hips, changing the angle to hit that spot inside him that made his body jerk. His voice cracked on my name, breaking into a higher register. “Right there, oh god, right there!”
He picked up speed, bouncing on my dick with abandon now, his moans growing louder with each deep thrust. My control slipped at the intensity of his movements and the sight of him coming undone above me. My balls tightened, the pressure building at the base of my spine.
But I wasn’t anywhere close to being done with him or my husband yet.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
CHANCE
Every nerve endingin my body sang as Duke filled me. I’d been with well-endowed men before, but he stretched me in ways that made my vision blur at the edges. The delicious burn of accommodating his size had me gasping, grasping him for support.
My thighs trembled as I rocked on his thick length, finding a rhythm that worked. Each time I sank down, taking him to the hilt, a broken moan escaped my lips.
“Singing with you turned me on more than anything,” I moaned, grinding down harder in search of the exquisite friction. The memory of our performance made my cock almost painfully hard. “I wanted you to fuck me onstage in front of everyone, like you were with your voice.”
Duke’s hands tightened on my hips. His fingers dug into my skin, sure to leave marks I’d treasuretomorrow. “You were glorious up there. It was like you wrote that song for us.”
I gazed down at him, struck by the truth in his words. “Maybe I did without knowing it,” I admitted, breathless from both exertion and revelation. The lyrics had poured out of me when I wrote it, words about longing and desire that I’d attributed to artistic expression rather than personal yearning. But singing them with Duke had transformed them into something prophetic, as if I’d been unknowingly writing our story before we’d even met.
My heart raced while watching Early touch himself. There was something profoundly intimate about being watched by someone who cared for both of us and took pleasure in our connection rather than feeling threatened by it. The complete trust spoke of how secure their marriage was.
“I want you more involved than just watching,” I told him, not wanting him to feel left out of the incredible experience.
Early withdrew his fingers from inside himself, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “If you want to make my night special, I’d love for you both to take me at the same time.”
“God, yes, please,” I groaned. The mental image of Early stretched around both our dicks nearly pushed me over the edge. I squeezed the base of my shaft hard, determined not to comebefore we’d started.
Duke’s growled approval vibrated through me, his chest rumbling against mine. “It’s been a while since we’ve done that, Duchess. Are you sure you can take it?”
Early’s expression turned cocky, a playful challenge dancing in his eyes. “You know I can.”
“Even as big as Duke is?” I asked in amazement. I wasn’t as huge as him, but I was still well-endowed enough that the idea of both our cocks penetrating him seemed like an impossibility.
“Prepare to be amazed,” Early said with a charming arrogance that made me laugh.
