Page 64 of Duke
I didn’t beg. I’d never begged anyone for anything in my life.
But when I hesitated, she took her hand away from my dick and moved her mouth away, went back to teasing, sliding her hand over my abs, close to my cock but not touching it, kissing justthisclose to my balls, but not quite there.
And just like that, I realized I really would do anything for this girl. I’d cross every line I’d never been willing to cross for anyone else.
Her eyes were on me, watching me process through it; she had a small, secret smile curving the perfect cupid’s bow of her lips. “Well?” She moved her mouth over me, breathing on my balls, up my shaft, then pressed her cheek to my belly so her mouth was in position to take me in, teasing, tongue flicking out against my tip. She made her voice deep,“‘Please, Temple, I’m begging you. Take my balls in your mouth. Please, please, put your hands on my big monster cock.’”
I laughed, struggling to keep still, fighting the urge to pounce on her and makeherbeg. I wanted to pin her against the wall and fuck her senseless, wanted to pin her hands over her head and fuck her so slowly she’d beg me to let her come. Instead, I listened to Thresh’s advice: I went with it.
“Temple, please. Touch me. Lick me, suck me, fuck me. Do whatever you want, just…please touch me.” I wasn’t faking it, wasn’t pretending, wasn’t just saying what she wanted to hear; I genuinely, deeply wanted to know whatshewanted to do to me, wanted to feel what she wanted to give me. “I’m begging you Temple. Please,pleasetouch me.”
Her grin was ear-to-ear, pleased, thrilled, and still erotic. She took my cock in her mouth, and then immediately backed away, making a face. “Mmm—yuck…you taste like condom.”
“Shit, I guess I would, huh?”
Temple wrapped both hands around my shaft and stroked me tip to root, slowly. “That’s okay, because I can still do this…” and she twisted her hands slowly in opposite directions as she stroked me, over and over. “And this…” and then she took my sac into her mouth, bit by bit at first, just one side, kissing the flesh, tonguing me.
Then, as her fists slid up my cock and plunged back down, she took more of my balls into her mouth and then back out. One of her hands cupped them, lifting them, caressing, and kept kissing and tonguing and taking the taut sensitive sac into her mouth; all the while her other hand was squeezing my cock, twisting around the head, brushing her thumb over the tip and then plunging down.
It didn’t take long before I was fighting the urge to flex my hips, to fuck her hand, to make the push for orgasm.
Only…Temple knew. She felt it, felt me tensing, felt something less tangible.
The moment I felt that urge, she was crawling up toward the head of the bed, snagging a condom from the string and tearing it open. Kneeling beside me, she rolled it down my shaft,.
“I need you inside me again, Duke,” she murmured. “But I want to do it my way, this time.”
“This is all you,” I said. “Whatever you want, anything you want.”
“Don’t move. Don’t touch me. Just…lay there.”
I couldn’t help a grin. “Won’t work, sweetheart.”
She frowned in confusion. “What won’t?”
“Sex won’t ever be the same, now,” I said. “You won’t be able to just fuck me and be done. It’s gonna end up being more, just like it was before.”
The smile that spread across her face then was sultry and secretive. “Oh, that’s not what I’m gonna do.”
“No?”
She shook her head, blond waves swaying. “Nope. I just want to make you…crazy. You like to be in control, you like to make sure I know who’s the boss. Well, I wantyouto know the same thing. You might be Mr. Big Macho Commando guy, but I’m Temple Kennedy. And you’re gonna let me take youmyway.”
There was no guile or falseness in my next words. “I’m yours to take, Temple. Show me your way.”
She swung astride me like I was a horse, her hands bracing on my chest. Lifting up, she glided her pussy against my cock, grinding against me lightly, hips pivoting back and forth over me. Up, then, leaning over me, draping her breasts against my chest, pussy writhing against my abs. Higher, higher, fists in the pillow and her pussy on my diaphragm, dragging her big, round, silk-soft tits against my face, brushing me with them, rubbing one nipple against my mouth, over my lips, then the other.
Goddamn, I wanted those tits in my hands, wanted to suckle those thick nipples into my mouth. I even let my hands come out from beneath my head, reaching for her.
“Ah-ah,” she scolded, backing out of reach. “No touching. Not till I say you can.”
I laced my fingers together beneath my head and forced myself to lay still. She pressed her slit along my shaft, ground herself against me, sliding the length of me through her damp opening. And again, instinct and need crashed through me, driving me to lift my hips, to try and get my cock inside her, to grab her hips and push into her—but I force myself into stillness with great difficulty.
“Fuck, Temple. You’re killing me.”
She leaned over me, face inches from mine, eyes on me, hot and sultry and fiercely erotic—her mouth drifted close to mine, and her tongue flicked over my lips, and then she teased a kiss to my lips. But before I could appreciate the softness of her mouth, the warmth of her breath, she was moving away, not quite kissing the corner of my mouth, and all the while her hips were driving back and forth, teasing, and grinding the length of my shaft between the plump damp lips of her pussy.
A moan left her, and I realized then that this was as much tease and torture for her as it was me; somehow that made it easier to bear, and it was more erotic than ever, knowing how badly she wanted me and yet was still denying us both. The thrill was heightened; the intensity ramped up to insanity.