Page 58 of Duke

Duke shuffled on his knees closer to me. Palmed my ass yet again, caressing from side to the other with one hand, and then sliding his palm up my spine. He gathered my loose, wet hair in his fist. At first, he just gathered it up in a knot, and then released it to slide hand down my spine. He fitted the head of his cock to my slit, using both hands to spread my ass apart, and then slid into me in a smooth, slow glide.

I cried out from the gentle bliss of it. “God, Duke. Your cock feels so good.

“Being inside you…Temple, honey—” he stopped, as if at a loss, gathering my hair into a ponytail, and then wrapped it around his fist. “Fucking you is…god, I’m never tongue-tied. I just don’t have words for how good your pussy feels squeezing around my cock.”

I felt him tug on my hair, and I shifted backward toward him, taking him deeper, and then I felt him pull out almost all the way, leaving just the tip in, and then with a grunt he fucked into me and yanked my hair to pull me backward. His grip shifted, twisting so his fist was buried against my scalp, tilting my head back. He pushed me down so my face and tits were pressed against the bed, my ass in the air, my pussy impaled on his cock.

He fucked me breathless.

Each jerk of my hair, each slap of his hips against my ass, each drive of his dick into me, and I lost more of my ability to breathe, to function, to think, to do anything except cry out in ecstasy. He fucked me, and he fucked me, and he fucked me, pulling my hair to yank me back into each thrust.

I felt something hot and crazy welling up inside me, something powerful, something enormous. And the harder he fucked me, the hotter and harder it got, spreading through me until I was a wild thing, desperate to reach whatever it was Duke was building inside me with this rough, hair-pulling, spank-my-ass brand of sex.

“Duke…” I breathed. I wasn’t sure what I was asking.

He just grunted at me, a feral, brutish snarl of inquisition.

“Please.”

“Please what, Princess?”

“I need—” I didn’t know what I needed.

“What do you need, honey? Tell me.”

“I don’t know,” I admitted, beginning to writhe back into him, to give in to the need for madness, my fingers clawing into the blanket, slamming back into his thrusts, crying out between desperate gasps. “More of…you…god, I don’t know!”

I felt his breath on my ear. “You’re perfect, Temple Kennedy,” he whispered. “And I know exactly what you need.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, babe.” He slowed his thrusting, then, skimming both hands down my spine to rest on my ass; I was afraid he was going to spank me again, but all he did was caress me possessively, affectionately. “Touch your pussy for me, gorgeous. I wanna feel you come around my cock.”

“I—I wantyouto come,” I breathed.

“Oh, I will,” he said. “I’ll come when you do.”

“At the same time?”

“That’s the plan,” he said. “You ever have a mutual orgasm with anyone?”

“No,” I whispered. “Have you?”

“Only once,” he admitted, “and finding that again has been a fantasy of mine for a long-ass time.”

“And you think we can do that?”

“Fancy, I have absolutely zero doubt.”

“Why?”

“Because…” he started, trailing off. He leaned over my back, pressing his lips to my ear again. “Because our chemistry is off the fucking charts, Temple. For reasons I can’t explain and in ways I don’t even understand myself…I just…Iknowyou. I know your body. I know what you want when even you don’t.”

I couldn’t deny what he was saying. “We’re…there’s a connection here, isn’t there? That’s what you’re saying.”

Duke’s hesitation, then, spoke volumes. He pulled his hips back, paused at the apex of his withdrawal, and then slid back into me, but slowly. Gently. Reverently, almost. Groaning deep in his chest.

“Yes, Temple,” he murmured as he filled me. He pulled back again, slowly this time, and when he pushed back in, he did it leaning over me, whispering into my ear, intimate, his voice a rough, ragged and raw. “There’s a connection between us. A fucking intense one.”