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“I’m sure,” I answered, only lying a tiny little bit.
“I’m not a gentle man, Temple,” he bit out. “I’ve been keeping the beast in check for your sake.”
“The beast? Is that what you call your dick?”
His laugh was one of amusement, this time. “My cock doesn’t have a name, but if that’s what you wanna call it, go for it.” He prowled toward me on all fours once more. “It was just a reference to how I like to fuck: rough, wild, and fierce.”
I shivered at the fire in his pale blue gaze. “That’s what I want. Show me how to fuck like that, Duke.”
“You’re sure?” He put a hand on one of my knees. “I don’t wanna hurt you or scare you.”
“Duke?” I said, instead of answering.
“What?”
“Shut up and fuck me.” I snagged the condom wrapper off my belly and prepared to tug the thin latex circle out.
“Not yet,” he said, taking it away and tossing it back onto my stomach. “First, you come again.”
He yanked my thighs apart, and this time he didn’t do it gently or sweetly, but roughly. Brusquely. He grabbed me by the hips, laying down on his belly half on and half off the bed, and then jerked me to the edge of the mattress. He lifted my ass into the air, smashing his mouth onto my pussy. His tongue assaulted my clit with immediate ferocity, no build up or teasing, just immediate oral stimulation, sending me from still quivery to gasping in three seconds. He didn’t slow, didn’t vary, no fingers, no sucking or licking, just that tongue slashing in wild circles around my clit until I was heaving, whimpering, hips flexing involuntarily.
He kept it going until I was moaning his name nonstop— “Duke, Duke, Duke…ohmygod, Duke…”
He seemed to know exactly when I was about to come, because that was when he stopped, slid two fingers into my channel, and started moving them in and out of me. He began slowly, giving me time to warm up to the sensation, curling his fingers just so, exploring the interior of my pussy with his fingers, scissoring them apart, curling, stroking, moving them faster and faster until I was groaning with the slick pressure of his touch inside me, and snarling with frustration because I couldn’t come like this, not without clitoral stimulation…
The bastard knew my body like he’d designed it himself. He finger-fucked me until I was a writhing mess of arousal and frustration, and then he pushed me past that point, into something like madness.
“I need your tongue, Duke,” I gasped.
“Yeah?”
“God,please, Duke. Please. I need to come, and I can’t. Not without—” A moan ripped through me as he brushed my G-spot, cutting off my words.
“Not without what, Temple?”
“Lick my clit,” I begged. “Or touch it. Something, anything. I just…I need…I need to come, and I can’t unless you lick my clit.”
He slowed the thrusting of his fingers until I was lifting my hips off the bed, slowly grinding, rolling, bucking, begging him with the movements of my body to finish me, to give me what I need. I watched him slowly, teasingly, extend his thumb toward my clit, and I lifted my hips, trying to close the distance, to get that final touch.
“God, Duke! Stop fucking teasing me!” I shouted.
“No.”
He moved his thumb away and resumed the thrusting of his fingers, this time letting the heel of his palm brush my clit ever so gently, and then he increased the pace, and each time his fingers buried into my channel, his hand bumped against my clit, providing the tiniest amount of stimulation, so I was roiling, grinding, groaning, hips flexing wildly, desperately seeking the pressure and stimulation I needed.
“Fuck, Duke.Please.”
“Take what you want,” he said. So I slid my hand down my body and touched my clit with two fingertips, immediately gasping in relief—until his hand latched onto mine like a vise and prevented me from touching myself enough to matter. “Not like that.”
I wrapped my hand around the back of his head and jerked him toward my pussy, lifting my hips to push myself against him. “Eat me, Duke,” I demanded. “Make me come.Now.”
His laugh was feral with desire and rife with amusement. “Thatta girl,” he murmured, the words vibrating against my flesh.
And then I was gone, screaming out loud as the long-denied, pent-up orgasm rippled through me like a shockwave, just from a mere brush of his tongue against my clit but he wasn’t satisfied with that, oh no. He added a third finger inside me and fucked my channel with those thick fingers of his and his mouth suctioned around my clit and his tongue thrashed against me. The orgasm was nuclear, ripping me into a million pieces.
He pushed me through the orgasm into paroxysms of shuddering release, gasping, shrieking.
And then he bent over me, kissed me, and pressed the condom into my shaking hands. “Put it on me,” he ordered.