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My eyes flew open. I sat up, slid the condom out of the wrapper, gripped his cock in one hand and rolled the condom down over his shaft with the other. He stood at the foot of the bed, staring at me, his cock straining, now sheathed in thin, studded latex. His jaw flexed, his chest heaving as if he was the one who’d just come instead of me.
And then he moved with the speed of a striking serpent, flipping me onto my belly so fast I wasn’t sure what had happened until I felt the comforter under my cheek and his hands on my hips. I wasn’t afraid, exactly, but he did say he wasn’t gentle and that he liked it rough, and I’d never exactly done rough before. So yeah, I was a little nervous.
Okay, fine, I was afraid.
I didn’t like pain, and I was afraid of what I’d asked for, that he’d want to, like, choke me or spank me until I cried or something. Or that he’d start just fucking me so hard it hurt—
Instead, he just caressed my ass.
Slowly, gently, reverently, with both hands, massaging and kneading as I descended from the orgasm.
And then he slid his hand between my thighs and found my pussy, teased it with a fingertip…god, then finally I felt him touch the tip of his dick to my entrance, but didn’t put it in, just teased, rubbed, pressed.
“Duke, what are you doing?”
“Taking my time,” he answered, “and enjoying your body.”
“I thought you liked it rough.” I tried to hide the quaver of nerves and anticipation in my voice.
“You that eager?” he asked, leaning over me to put his mouth to my ear. “Or are you nervous?”
“Both,” I answered.
“Good.” He nudged his cock between the lips of my pussy. “You should be a little nervous.”
“Why? What are you gonna do?”
He didn’t answer. His hands smoothed over my ass again, and then went to the swell of my hips, dimpling the flesh, gripping hard—
No warning, no gentle slide in, just a sudden slap of flesh against flesh, his cock penetrating me until his hips clapped against my ass cheeks, and I couldn’t help crying out from the unexpected fullness. Oh god…oh my god…he was so big, his cock stretching me apart, filling me until I was gasping breathlessly and clawing at the comforter, legs scything in an attempt to get purchase on the bed, to find a position that allowed me to adjust.
He didn’t let me.
I was on my stomach on the bed, the edge of the mattress just at my navel. The bed frame was high enough and I was short enough that this position kept my feet off the floor, kept me off balance and at Duke’s mercy. Just the way he liked it, I imagined. He held me up by my hips, keeping my feet from touching the floor. Withdrawing slowly, he paused when just the tip of his cock was left inside me, fluttered there for a moment or two, teasing us both. He adjusted his grip on my hips, lifted me so my hips were off the bed entirely.
And then he slammed into me again, another hard, unexpected thrust, the slap of our bodies loud in the bedroom.
This time, he didn’t slow down when he reached full penetration. I cried out as he slid deep, and then he was fucking me so hard I couldn’t catch my breath, his cock driving into me hard and rough and fast. I couldn’t keep up, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream, could only claw at the blanket with shaking hands and take his fucking. Never in my life have I felt anything like the way Duke took me, then. I realized that all the guys I’d been with before had been nervous or drunk, usually both, and always hesitant. Because it wasmethey were with, and they wanted to impress and didn’t want to assume too much or push things too far, or risk pissing me off; they weren’t fucking me, the woman, they were fucking Temple Kennedy, the celebrity.
Duke didn’t care. He took me the way he wanted me, hard and fast and rough, and he didn’t hesitate, didn’t worry about how I’d feel about it. He knew he’d already made me come, and knew he could get me to orgasm again so fast it was kind of stupid…
He took what he wanted, how he wanted it.
In this case, it was me.
And, oh god, it was incredible.
It hurt, but not in a way that made me want to stop. If anything, it made me want more. The way his massive cock split me open and slammed hard all the way into me, pounding my pussy relentlessly…it made something inside me crack open, took the nascent desire I’d always felt, the constant need for sex that I could never quite satisfy, and set fire to it.
And then, just as I was starting to feel the bubble of orgasm, despite the lack of clitoral stimulation, he stopped, buried deep.
“Duke—”
His name was all I managed to get out, and then one of his hands smoothed in a caressing circle over my ass cheek…
Crack!
His palm smacked against my ass with sudden force, spanking me so hard my entire body rocked to the side, my ass quivering and on fire.