Page 14 of Bred By the Duke

I look at the clock, it’s shortly after two, he has only had ninety or so minutes of downtime, but fuck I need this. Every nerve in my body is pulled taut, every cell in my blood stream vibrating with desperation.

He licks my clit and my hips buck again and I whimper.

When he pulls his fingers from me, they are wrinkles from the moisture, but he sucks them clean anyway, reminding me of the way he sucked my taste from my panties in the library.

“Roll over for me Rochelle, let me see that perfect ass of yours.”

I do as I’m told, completely under his command because I know I need what only he can give me.

As soon as I’m on all fours, he squeezes my ass with both hands, kneading me in circles, opening me wide, and then closing me again.

I look down, past my breasts that hang heavily, nipples brushing against the duvet, and past my belly. Between my spread knees, I can see his cock, hard and weeping and ready to give me what I need.

“You’re still swollen,” he says, swiping a finger over me from behind. “Are you sure you can go again?”

“Yes,” I say. It’s the first word since I woke up, and it comes out scratchy, so I say it again. “Yes.”

I watch him take his cock and lift it to line it up with me, revealing his large balls.

“Like what you see?” he asks.

I don’t have time to answer properly because he thrusts in with one long, fast push, and words no longer make sense to me.

It feels so magnificent, the stretch, the ache, the way his balls slap against me.

“You’re taking me so well,” he says. It sounds like he is talking through his teeth. “So hot, so tight…”

He has both hands on my hips, holding me where he needs me, his cock deeper now than when I was on my back. Then he slides one hand around and finds my clit with his finger tips, but instead of pressing, he slides his fingers apart, and rubs either side of it.

“I’m going to make you come harder this time,” he grunts. “You’re going to milk me dry again, take everything I have.”

I’m already close, but his rough fingers either side of my clit is driving me wild. It’s like the edge is right there to reach, but he is keeping it just far enough away to make me savage.

I’m meeting him thrust for thrust now, chasing what’s just out of reach while he says all kinds of dirty things to me.

I never imagined he could have such a filthy mouth, and I never thought for a minute I would enjoy it so much.

When I can’t take it any longer, I shift my weight onto one hand and reach for my clit, but he beats me to it, rubbing a firm circle and causing lights to flash behind my eyelids.

He calls my name this time, it comes out strained as he throbs himself empty inside me again. All I can feel is him as pleasure washes through me, over me, lighting me up.

We don’t stop until we are both shaking, drained from the exertion. He slides out of me, still half hard this time, but doesn’t move fast enough to catch the cum he drags out of me with the end of his cock.

“Fuck,” he mutters, flipping me over and looking at me. “It’s okay,” he says. “It was only a small amount.”

Then his eyes come up to mine and soften.

“You’re so beautiful, but like this, spread out and spent in front of me… you’re divine, Rochelle.”

He brings his mouth to one nipple, then the other, sucking each one lightly until my body jerks with the overstimulation.

“Go to sleep, babygirl.”

I do.

The next time I wake up, it’s with his mouth on me. I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone to be so hungry for pussy before, not like this. It’s soft at first, but when I move my legs wider to give him better access, he sees I’m awake and turns feral. I climax in seconds, and while my pussy is still clenching around nothing, he thrusts inside me and cums again, weaker this time, but still.

The clock reads five in the morning, now, and I think I’ve died at some point in the night. My legs feel numb, my throat is hoarse, my core feels like it’s been ravaged in the best possible way.