Page 65 of Duke
She ground hard against me, pressing her pussy against my cock, rocking, seeking the perfect angle. Her hands were on my chest, her head hanging, eyes closed, mouth partially open, lips quivering. Her thighs quaked, and her tits shook. She kept rocking against me, shifting angles now and then, leaning forward then backward, tilting her hips. She was looking for the angle that would let her grind my cock against her clit so she could come, I realized.
“Why don’t you just—” I started, but she had other ideas that didn’t include me talking.
When I started talking, she lifted up and leaned forward to drape her breast against my face, dragging her erect nipple from my forehead my down to my lips, pressing her tit into my mouth to shut me up. I moaned in sheer bliss at the taste of her flesh, at the feel of all that soft, generous skin against my face…and then I moaned again because she’d taken my cock at the base and pulled it away from my body and was using me as a dildo. She pulled my cock in circles, rubbing the head against her clit, and immediately her moans turned to whimpers and her hips began gyrating as she toppled toward climax. I gritted my teeth and held everything back as hard as I could, focusing on lavishing worship on her tits. She let me suck and nip and lick at her left breast for a few moments and then slid her right tit into my mouth, arching her spine to press herself against me, both of her hands braced on my shoulders, fingernails digging into flesh and muscle sharply enough that I knew I’d have marks later—which I’d wear with pride.
“Duke—” she gasped, hips pivoting back and forth wildly, her fist around my cock grinding the head against her clit faster and faster.
It took everything I had to keep still, to hold back my own impending orgasm, to stop myself from crushing into her and taking her the way I wanted.
This was better. She was moaning breathlessly, head hanging, hair a damp blond curtain obscuring her features as she writhed on top of me, using me to get herself off. She was seconds from coming—I could tell by the way she moved, the jerky, uncontrolled gyrations of her hips, the way her moans were turning to those high-pitched, out of breath shrieks.
“Oh god, Duke, I’m gonna come. Fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming—oh god, oh god, oh my god…Duke!”
At the moment of her orgasm, as she shrieked my name, she impaled herself on my cock, slamming her ass down onto me and collapsing forward onto my chest, her lips crushed against my cheek, her hands sliding under my head to clasp her arms around me in a desperate, trembling embrace. I couldn’t help it, then; I grabbed a double handful of her ass and bit her earlobe and groaned as I felt her tight pussy clamp down around me, hot and wet and pulsating as she orgasmed above me. She clung to me for a moment, just like that, my cock buried deep, her face against mine, her breath ragged, her whole body trembling on top of mine.
“Don’t come yet, Duke,” she murmured. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“You’re making it damn near impossible,” I said.
She pulled back from me, took my hands and pressed them over my head once more. “That’s the point,” she said, lifting up so I flopped out of her slit and slapped against my belly. She pivoted on me, so she was facing my feet, now, rose up on her knees and braced her hands on my thighs, pulled my cock away from my belly and slid me into her pussy. Starting slowly, Temple began to ride me, lifting up, pausing, and then slamming her ass down on me; I was utterly hypnotized by the way her ass moved, watching my cock disappear inside her as she lowered herself onto me, and then the way the generous flesh rippled and jiggled as her beautiful ass slapped against my hips.
“So fucking gorgeous,” I said, unable to help myself.
Temple didn’t respond with words, but the way she whimpered and started riding me harder told me she’d heard me, and what those words meant to her.
“I need to move, baby,” I said, helpless to stop my hips from pumping with her sensual rhythm.
“No,” she gasped. “Don’t move.”
“Fuck.” I grabbed a double fistful of the pillow under my head, gritted my teeth, and held still.
Her pace was frantic, and it took every last ounce of control and restraint I possessed to hold back my orgasm as Temple rode me. She leaned back so she was sitting up on top of me with her shins beneath her, rolling her hips in wide, exaggerated circles. Her hands went to her pussy, one hand spreading those plump pink lips apart, the other tapping her clit a few times before rubbing in circles. This was when I discovered something I hadn’t noticed until just then: there was a mirror on the bureau opposite the bed, giving me a perfect view of the front of Temple as she rode and masturbated herself to another climax.
Fuck—I could seeeverything, her tits jouncing as she began bouncing on me, her pussy stretched out to accommodate my cock, the way my shaft slid into her and reappeared, her fingers a blur on her clit…
Heat boiled inside me, a violent pressure aching in my balls, a fierce desperation pounding through my cock.
“I have to come, Temple. I can’t hold it anymore,” I said, “I just can’t.”
“Not yet, Duke,” she gasped. “Wait for me.”
“Fuck, honey, I’m trying.”
“I’m almost there,” she murmured, riding me hard and fast, her fingers circling crazily.
It hurt, fuck, it hurt to keep holding back like this. My balls were about to explode, the pressure inside too much to bear, the need to come too powerful.
I felt my hips begin to move on their own. “I can’t, baby, I can’t wait anymore. I gotta—Jesus, Temple, fuck, I need to come.”
“Wait for me, Duke, I’m almost there!”
I was clamping down with everything I had, every muscle tensed, head thrown back, spine arched, even my toes were curling and my jaw was grinding so hard I worried I was gonna crack a tooth.
“Oh fuck—fuck!” Temple screamed, falling backward onto me, her back to my front. “Now, Duke! Ohmygod I’m coming! I’m coming!” The last words were a sob as she reached back to find my hands with one of hers, her other still flicking back and forth across her clit as fast as she could.
“Watch us in the mirror, Temple,” I said through clenched teeth. “Watch us come together.”
I saw her eyes flick open, meeting mine in the mirror, and now we both watched as we came apart in unison.