Page 61 of Duke
“Holy shit, Temple—Temple,” Duke gasped, awed, reverent, stunned.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god!” I cried out, “come with me, Duke, now, come with menow!”
“Now, Temple. Do you feel me?” He wedged a hand under my head and jerked me up, his lips smashing against mine, his mouth trembling, his breath coming ragged.
He wrapped his other hand under my ass and lifted me up bodily so he was upright on his knees and I was impaled on his cock and he was holding me clenched against his body, his face buried in the side of my neck, his hips swiveling, his cock drilling up into me. I clung to him and hooked my feet together behind his back, lifting myself up and letting myself fall onto him, my lips at his ear, my teeth scraping, breath stuttering in gasping whimpers.
“I feel you,” I whispered. “I feelus.”
“Us,” he repeated.
“Us.”
He pulled his head back far enough that he could meet my eyes. And that was when he came. He released with a bellow, an animal growl, and even through the condom I felt the power of his orgasm. He slammed up into me hard, hard, so fucking hard, his hips slapping up against my ass, his hands clutching my buttocks and spreading them apart so his thrusts drove deeper than ever, fucking as deep as he could go, and now as he came his thrusts went staccato, more powerful then ever but arrhythmic.
“Temple—Temple—Temple—“ he chanted my name as he fucked me, but I knew this was so much more than fucking, infinitely more, because neither of us dared look away.
He poured himself into me with his eyes open and boring into mine, and I came around him, quaking and shuddering and gasping and whimpering and sobbing, feeling my tits bounce with each powerful thrust.
He finally finished his orgasm, and allowed us to fall to the bed, me on my back, and him above me.
I buried my hands in his hair, tangling my fingers tight against his scalp and yanked him down to me and kissed him, biting his lip and demanding his tongue, my pussy spasming around his cock. He shuddered, hips still flexing out of involuntary reflex, and his moan as I kissed him came from the depths of his soul, as did the sob from me.
A long moment spent kissing and shuddering and shivering together, and then he flopped to one side, pulling out of me, and then cradling me in his arms. I curled against him automatically, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to snuggle against his chest, my thigh across his, my hand on his belly, low, just above the slackening, condom-sheathed length of his cock. The tip of the condom was heavy with his come, and his breath came in ragged heaves.
“Jesus,” he gasped, after a moment. “That was…”
“I had no idea,” I said.
He swiveled his head to look at me. “Me either.”
“So the one mutual orgasm you had—”
“Was a firecracker in comparison to what we just did together,” he finished for me. “That was…nuclear. I don’t know any other word for it.”
“It’s not just that I’ve never felt anything like that before,” I said. “Which is true, but everything I’ve done with you so far is just…new, and different, and better. This was…fuck. I don’t even know how to say it. It was just…I didn’t even know it was possible for sex to be…just—”
“So muchmore, in every single way?”
I nodded, and then, for some reason, kissed his chest. Once my lips found his skin, I couldn’t quite stop them from exploring. First I kissed his chest, the flat hard bulge of his pec, and then across between them, leaning over him, pressing against him.
“Temple?” He seemed as confused as I was by what I was doing.
I looked up at him. “I don’t know what I’m doing. Not with any of this.”
“Me either,” he answered, “but…keep going.”
9: TAKEN
Holy shit. Just…holy fucking shit. We’dcuddled. I’d never done that. Never. Once the chick and I were finished, I wouldn’t necessarily just bounce out of there or kick her out, but I sure as hell didn’t fuckingsnuggle.But with Temple, it just felt like the easiest, most natural thing in the world to snug her into my arms against my chest and hold here there. And the weirdest fucking part was that it didn’t feel weird at all.
And then she started kissing my chest. Like, what the fuck? But it felt…incredible. Not sexual, but…affectionate. Still erotic, but in a tender way. And Ilikedit. I wanted her to keep doing it. So I touched her wherever I could reach her as she moved over me, kissing my skin. I caressed her shoulder, her hair, her waist, as she gradually moved closer and closer to me, moving more and more on top of me, her mouth exploring my body. She started at my chest, and then moved to my ribs, then up to my opposite shoulder, and by that point she was basically laying on top of me. Her hands were busy too, just sliding and touching and clutching. Her lips found my neck, my throat, underneath my chin—and god, that, her lips kissing the soft underside of my jaw, it was so crazy intensely personal and just so…much—for lack of a better word—that I couldn’t breathe. Then, Jesus, then her lips stuttered and jumped and flicked over my jawline and up to my cheek, kissing, cheek to cheekbone and then to just this side of my ear, her breath loud and hot on my ear. I had a double handful of her ass, clutching and kneading, and then as her kisses went up to my face and my hands slid, of their volition, up to her back and into her hair.
Temple kept going, her lips touching delicately to my eyes, down the side of my nose, to my mouth. Her breasts were flattened against my chest, her stomach on my waist, her body diagonal to mine. And her hands? One was on my chest, just resting, and the other was stroking my thighs and exploring my abs, deliberately ignoring my cock in a way which told me that was exactly what she was thinking about.
She finally pressed her mouth to mine, her breath warm on my lips, and then her teeth clacked against mine and her tongue slid between my teeth and the kiss was slow and hesitant and taut with so much intensity both of us shook from the potency of it.
And then Temple broke the kiss and looked down my body. She sat up, glanced at me, and then back to my cock. With two fingers she angled my still-slack dick away from my body, circled those two fingers around me at the root, and with her other hand she carefully and slowly peeled the condom off of me. Sliding off the bed, she went into the adjoining bathroom with the condom, her beautiful, pale, juicy round ass swaying and jiggling with each step. The view as she walked back toward me was just as incredible: her tits bouncing and swaying, her pussy playing peekaboo at each step, her body trim and strong and lithe, yet with enough flesh and curves and bounce to make my mouth water and my cock sit up and take notice…and her face, goddamn, her face. Those eyes, bright blue streaked with brown and green, fierce and wild and intense and playful, her features so perfect, so fucking beautiful, so lovely. There was a reason she was as famous as she was—Temple Kennedy was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, even just from the shoulders up…include the erotic perfection of her goddess body, and she became every man’s fantasy.