The urge to continue teasing her, pushing the limits on her restraint, was strong, but my baser instincts threatened to take over. Wiping a hand across my mouth, I smiled, knowing that my short beard was soaked with her juices and I could carry the smell of her home with me—a souvenir of the night Lucy Remington submitted. I still couldn’t believe it.
Positioned like this, her pussy taunted me, begging to be filled. What could I say? I’d always been a sucker for begging. Kneelingbehind her, I gripped my cock at the base and lined up with her waiting entrance before thrusting fully inside without warning.
Lucy wasn’t the only one caught off guard by the action of our bodies joining. I was unprepared for how tightly she surrounded me, squeezing my aching cock where I was buried deep inside. Gripping her hips tightly, I held her steady, relishing the breathtaking sensation.
For the first time in my life, I almost lost control. Almost.
My chest rose and fell with the effort to regain my bearings before I pulled back and slammed home. Lucy’s upper body was thrashing against the bed, no doubt using the friction of the sheets against her sensitive nipples while her hips pushed back against mine, inviting me to take even more.
How could I refuse?
Holding her hips steady, I began to pound into her, deaf to the cries of passion echoing off the walls. The rush of blood roaring in my ears was too loud. Far too soon, I could feel the familiar tightening in my balls, signaling my impending release, and I needed to slow things down—I didn’t want this to end.
Pulling out, I took a few ragged breaths before using the spreader bar to flip Lucy again. Now on her back, I glided my hands to hold her calves held wide by the bar, pushing down until she was bent nearly in half.
Sliding back inside her, I groaned. My temporary reprieve hadn’t been long enough, and my body threatened to betray me, taunted by this insanely deep angle. Lucy’s gasp at how deep my dick reached inside her was the tipping point.
Thrusting with all my might, I growled in her ear, “Come freely.”
That’s all it took, and on command, her pussy gripped my dick like a velvet vise, nearly strangling it as her entire body tensed beneath me, and her cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room. Pumping into her as if my life depended on it, I chased myown release, spurred on by her perfect obedience. That, in and of itself, nearly rivaled her intoxicating body.
These were the moments I lived for. Lucy had been edged repeatedly and was now screaming as I pounded into her overstimulated pussy. Gritting my teeth, the orgasm was ripped from my body, and I practically collapsed on top of Lucy, where she was spread open wide for me.
My brain was sluggish, but I had the wherewithal to remember our significant size difference and forced myself to release her legs before dropping onto the space beside her on the bed.
We laid there for a while, regaining our bearings before I forced myself to get up and dispose of the condom. Stepping on something, I looked down, having completely forgotten that I removed my mask—something I’d never done before. Reaching down, I slid it over my sweaty face before returning to the bed and freeing Lucy’s ankles and wrists from their restraints.
Sighing, she stretched her arms and legs, which were undoubtedly sore from being held stationary for so long. Throwing on my boxers, I grabbed a bottle of muscle-relaxing lotion from the bedside table before rejoining her. Flipping the toggle on her mask, I returned her sight before turning her relaxed body onto her stomach.
Squirting the lotion into my palm, I rubbed my hands to warm it before working it into her sore muscles. Taking my time, I started with her thighs, and she melted beneath my touch, moaning at the relief it provided. Working my way up her body, I used my thumbs and the heels of my palms to knead her yielding flesh. When I reached her shoulders and upper arms, it was clear she’d fallen asleep—her breathing even and body lax. I’d worn her out.
I couldn’t have planned this better if I tried. Leaving her prone form on the bed, I dressed before heading for the door. She could spend the night; I’d let the hostess stand know I hadan overnight guest. Pausing with my hand on the doorknob, I glanced back one last time to make sure I hadn’t dreamt the events of the past few hours. Sure enough, Lucy was still there.
Opening the door, I walked through, but not before whispering under my breath, “Good night, Princess.”
Chapter 7
Preston
Despite my late-night escapades,I had work to do. I’d reconciled myself to nights of little sleep when I visited the club. Last night especially had been worth it, but I found myself dragging as I entered the breakfast room of my family’s estate.
Yes, I was a thirty-two-year-old man who still lived at home.
Foxway Manor had been in my family for centuries and was the ancestral home of the Duke of Ashbridge, the most current one being my father. Thankfully, it was large enough that if I wanted to feel like I was living alone, I could go days without seeing another family member. The perks of a full staff and not having to worry about cooking or cleaning for myself outweighed any fleeting desire to secure more separate living arrangements. It wasn’t like I was bringing women home—yet another reason for my private room at Desire.
Downing my second cup of coffee, I was catching up on work emails on my phone when my older brother—and future Duke of Ashbridge—Maxwell, entered the room. He and his wife,Madeline, also lived at Foxway Manor. They were expecting their first child this winter, thus securing the family line.
Loading his plate with various hot and cold breakfast items, he sat across from me at the table. I could feel his eyes on me, so I looked up from my phone to see a smirk on his face—a face that looked very much like mine, minus the scruff.
Annoyed and sleep deprived, I was in no mood for games, so I snapped at him. “What?”
Maxwell leaned back in his chair and started clapping slowly. “Well done, little brother.”
Glaring at him, not knowing where this was going, I asked, “What have I done now?”
“I have to say, I’m impressed. The King’s only granddaughter? That takes balls. Didn’t know you had it in you.”
There was a sinking feeling in my stomach. I hadn’t told a soul other than Liam about what happened during my audience with the King. How did Maxwell know about it?
