Duke(39)

Duke leaned to the side, reached to the table, and came back as he lifted over her again. Gen’s heart skipped a few beats as she realized he was opening a condom, but she didn’t have it in her to say no.

Partly because she knew he’d stop if she said it, and she didn’t want him to stop.

She wanted to give herself to him. Wanted to be his in all ways.

Duke looked into her eyes as he took off his shorts and put the condom on, and he must've been good with what he saw. He leaned forward and pulled her shirt off over her head, tossing it on the floor before his mouth landed on her nipple and he sucked it between his lips, and scraped it with the rough part of his tongue.

Gen’s moan sounded more like a plea this time, and he muttered, “Close enough,” before he lifted his hips and situated himself at her entrance.

He slid just the head in and leaned forward. This kiss was soft, sweet, and Gen missed the wild abandonment of a few moments ago, but relaxed when she realized he’d found control. He’d promised he’d be careful with her, and she knew he was going to honor his promise.

Like always.

Gen lifted her hips, wanting more than the tip, but Duke lifted away and said, “I promised I’d be careful with you, Beautiful.”

“I’m good, Duke. Don’t want you to change who you are for me. I want you to—”

He kissed her again, and Gen had the distinct impression it was to shut her up this time, so she pushed his head up enough to talk again.

“I’m yours, Duke. Take me. Claim me.”

Duke went in another inch, came back out. “So tight. So hot. Don’t want to hurt you, Beautiful.”

He pressed in again, a little deeper, and pulled out again.

“Please don’t treat me like I’m breakable, Duke. I can take you. Let me prove it to you. Please let me give myself to you. The real you, not the careful one.”

He must have seen something in her eyes, because he pressed in and didn’t stop this time until he was all the way in. Gen’s breath went out, as if his cock pressed the air from her lungs, so when he was inside of her she was filled with him and nothing else. Not even oxygen.

“Breathe, Beautiful.”

Her body obeyed him again, without her thinking about it, and she reached to his head and pulled him down for a kiss.

He was still gentle, still caring, but she knew he was losing his control. When he broke from the kiss he said, “Gotta move, Beautiful.”

Gen only got out, “Yes,” before he’d pulled out and was heading back in. Still smooth and controlled, still watching her face to be sure she was okay, but faster now, as he set up a rhythm.

Duke’s hand slid down her side, over her hip, and landed just above her clit before sliding down so there was a finger on either side of it.

“I want to feel you come with my cock in that beautiful pussy, Beautiful. Give it to me, Genesis.”

Gen’s brain protested the language, but her body didn’t care. Her legs wrapped around his waist as pleasure shot through her and she screamed his name.

When she came down from the orgasm, Duke flipped her around so her back was to his front. He’d gone to his knees, and he sat her down on his length as if she weighed no more than a doll. His hands went to her hips to hold her a few inches above him, and he pressed up, into her, again and again. Over and over. Gen wanted to protest, but she couldn’t get her brain to form the words, she just kept repeating, “Oh, God. Oh, God.” She heard herself, but couldn’t stop.

Within minutes she was in the throes of another orgasm, and Duke’s arms were wrapped around her torso, holding her to him as he kept pistoning in and out of her, taking her through the orgasm.

Minutes later, when she seemed stuck in a permanent orgasm without end, he leaned her forward until her face rested on the bed, lifted her hips, and took her from behind even harder than before.

It still wasn’t enough, and Gen heard herself begging for more. He picked her up, took five steps with her, leaned her shoulders against the wall, looped her knees over his arms and lifted her legs high and wide, and went back into her.

Finally, he pounded her hard and deep, took her like she knew he wanted to, and like she needed him to take her. His eyes branded her soul, his cock branded her body.

She closed her eyes to come again, but he demanded, “No. Eyes open, Gen. Look at me when I make you come. You don’t get to hide anything from me, Beautiful. Not your pain, not your pleasure. Give it to me, Babe.”

She screamed through this orgasm, and when Duke came with her at the end, she thought if she died right then, her life would be complete.

Duke carried her back to bed, so gentle, so sweet. He disappeared to the bathroom for a few seconds, but was back before she’d managed to get the blanket over her.