His cock hit the back of my throat, making me gag for only a second before he pulled back. I’d already done my makeup. As much as we’d both like to get messy, we truly didn’t have time for me to start from scratch again.
“Duke, I?—”
Before I could say anything, before I could tell him that was exactly what I wanted, Duke bent down and scooped me up beneath my arms. He tore off the robe, leaving me naked, as he bent me over. My face lay against the cool marble. I could lift it just enough to see Duke standing behind me.
He reached down, pulled my right leg up, and placed it on the countertop. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable, in this position.Duke could do anything he wanted to me, and there wasn’t a single thing I could do but beg or cry for more.
“So fucking wet,” he murmured. The thick head of his cock notched at my entrance, but he didn’t push forward. Not yet. “Is this what you want? To be fucked and filled, honey?”
I nodded my head, unable to think as he dragged himself down to circle my clit. The scent of my arousal hung in the air, making me dizzy with need.
“Words, Olivia. Tell me how badly you want this.”
Duke tipped his hips forward, pushing into me an inch. My body welcomed the intrusion, though it did nothing to clear the lust-filled fog rolling in. “Please, Duke…” I whimpered. “Please fuck me. Please make me come. I want to feel—” my words cut off as he pushed in further, but he waited for me to continue. “I-I want you to use me to make yourself feel good.”
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath. His fingers found the divots in my hips, pushing them down for better leverage. I felt impossibly full and cried out as our bodies slowly grew flush.
I glanced up, watching him. Duke’s breathing was labored as he fought for control. Every muscle in his body twitched as he denied himself—and me—what we both wanted. “Goddamn, you feel so good.”
Our gazes locked as he began to move. His green eyes were like flames, burning me from the inside out and making me sweat. Leaning forward, his hot breath caressed my neck. “Little cock tease. You drive me fucking crazy, you know that? I’ve been watching you walk around all afternoon in this tiny little robe, trying to behave, but you make that impossible.”
“I wanted to see how long you’d last,” I confessed. His hips slammed into me, stealing my breath. “You almost took too long.”
“Did you think a party was gonna stop me?” he cruelly chuckled. “Nah, honey. Like I told you earlier, I don’t give a shitwho’s around. If I want to fuck this sweet little pussy, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
Duke straightened, tightening his hold on my waist. I couldn’t move as his shallow thrusts turned frenetic—the countertop bit into me with each slam of his hips. I’d definitely bruise, but I didn’t care. I loved the pain. Loved the way he owned me.
His skin was hot against my own. Each rough movement, each panting breath, brought me closer to the precipice. Desire coiled tight in my belly, an incessant reminder of how close I was to careening over the edge. Every time I drew close, Duke slowed down.
I could feel myself leaking down my thighs, hear the slick sound of my arousal as Duke pounded into me without mercy. I tried to snake my hand between our bodies to my waiting clit, but he slapped it away. “No. I control when you come, Olivia.Me. Not you. And it’s not time. This cunt feels too good.”
“Please,” I begged again. It seemed to be the only thing I could do to get his attention. He was too far gone to his pleasure. “I need to come. I’m so close.”
Threading his fingers in my hair, he pulled my head up. “Look in the mirror,” he rasped, tightening his hold. The angle was awkward, but it forced me to stare dead ahead at the two of us.
Duke owned every part of my body, forcing me into impossible positions just for the fun of it. A bead of sweat trickled down his face from his temple as he continued his lazy fucking. No matter how much I whimpered or begged, he was intent on taking his time.
“See how goddamn beautiful you are taking my cock, honey. Fucking made for me, aren’t you?” I nodded, unable to speak as he picked up the pace. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come right now.”
My mouth fell open on a silent scream as I did what I was told. My fingers grazed the point where we were connected as I dragged my wetness up and circled my clit. It wouldn’t take me long to fall over the edge, especially not as I watched the ferocious way he claimed me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I squealed as Duke slammed home one last time.
His growl reverberated through the space as his cock twitched, filling me with his cum. He doubled over, hips stuttering as he fucked me through our orgasms. Soft lips came to rest over my skin, peppering hot kisses along my shoulders and neck.
I rolled my forehead against the cool marble, trying to catch my breath as Duke sat up. Hands fell on either side of my ass, exposing me as he slowly slipped free. His fingers gently probed at my entrance as he watched his release leak out.
Then he pushed it back in.
His fingers slowly scissored inside of me as I groaned. “Duke, I need to clean up, or else I’ll get a UTI.”
With a sigh, he grabbed a washcloth and ran it under warm water. He was gentle as he reverently washed me, though I suspected he was getting more enjoyment out of it than he let on. When he was satisfied, he helped me stand and handed me my robe.
“I’m going to finish getting dressed,” he said, leaning in to kiss me. I grasped his shirt, pulling him closer until I was satisfied. “You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”
“You started it,” I said, playfully swatting his ass as he walked out.
“Well, with a woman like you,” he said, pausing at the threshold. “How could I not?”