Page 12 of Bred By the Duke

“I want to hear you say it,” I tell her. “Plainly. Because if I take you to my bed I'm not going to be able to hold back any longer, and I need to know you’re okay with everything that means.”

“I want this.” Her hand comes up and takes a fistful of my shirt, the way she took my lapels four years ago, and my whole body remembers it. “I want you to take me to your room, and I want you to take me. I've wanted it since before the kiss in the library, I just never let myself believe you’d want me the same way.”

“Then understand what you're agreeing to.” My voice has gone somewhere I don't recognize. “If you do this, you're mine. Not just for the night or the wedding. Nobody else's hands will ever be on you. You’ll be mine, Rochelle. Say you understand that.”

She looks at me for a long, level moment, then she smiles, and it isn't shy at all.

“You'd better be prepared to be mine as well,” she says. “I'm not sharing you with any other woman just because she comes from your world and I don’t.”

I lean my forehead against hers and close my eyes. “You might not come from my world, Rochelle, but you became my world that night four years ago.”

She kisses me then, making the first move like last night, taking control and giving up control in equal measure.

I wrap my arms around her, let my hands find the curve of her ass, and lift her until her legs wrap around me. I carry her to my room, and she reaches behind her to search out and turn the doorknob, pushing the door to my room open.

I get it shut with my heel and lie her down on my bed. Her hair fans around her like a wavy halo. She is beautiful. All soft curves and sass.

“Why did you do that last night?” I ask, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it off.

“What?” she asks, lifting onto her elbows.

“Come to the library and present yourself to me…” My belt makes a swooshing sound as I pull it from my trousers.

She hesitates for a moment, her skin flushing slightly. “I didn’t know you were in there. But when I saw what you were doing, my body wanted you before my brain could say no.”

“Undress for me,” I say. “I want to watch.”

She sits up, pulling her T-shirt from the waistband of her trousers and lifting it over her head. She tosses it aside and then shuffles her hips to wriggle her trousers off. Her plain white bra and panties look luminous in the low light of my room. I flick on the bedside lamp, wanting to see more of her. All of her.

I kick off my shoes and drop my trousers, palming my length over the top of my boxers as I move to the bottom of the bed.

“Get yourself comfortable,” I instruct, “Then play with yourself.”

She moves into the middle of the bed, removes her bra with one hand, and lies back into the pillows.

Her tits are amazing, heavy and full, and so much more than I imagined.

I drop my boxers and take myself in my hand, stroking once, firmly, from base to tip, squeezing out a bead of precum.

Rochelle’s fingertips brush over her chest, between those ample tits and over her stomach. She uses the other hand to pull the gusset of her panties aside, and then those finger tips stroke over her already creamy center.

“You have the most delicious pussy,” I say, thinking back to the taste of her last night, my cock twitching its agreement. Her eyelids flutter, and she drags her bottom lip between her teeth and bites down. Her fingers dip into her cunt, dragging out more of her thick juices and my balls tighten at the sight.

“Don’t you want to put your cock in me?” she asks, not taking her eyes from it.

I moan. “More than you could ever know. I’m so hungry for that pretty cunt all the time. I want to sink so deep into you, fuck you until you forget your name, breed you until you’re round with me, keep you in my bed forever.”

Now she moans, her eyes partly closing as her mouth opens into a soft ‘o’.

“Don't go quiet on me,” she says, panting slightly as her fingers work her clit. She is so wet, she is glistening with it.

I bring my other hand to my shaft, beating myself with both hands now, getting myself to the edge, then stopping.

“I'm going to fill you so full,” I grunt, while forcing the pleasure that’s built to subside. “I’m going to fill your creamy pussy over and over and over.”

“Please, Lucas,” her fingers move faster and faster now, her thighs quivering as she gets close. I saw her come apart last night, how her whole body responded to the strength of the orgasm I gave her.

The memory makes more precum drip from the tip of my solid cock.