Page 31 of The Grand Duel
My smile widens, and I arch my back, my breasts squishing into his firm chest.
His hands move down my sides, the tips of his fingers hooking into my lace panties, dragging down, down. “Open your legs for me.”
I relax into the mattress at my back and spread my legs for him, sensing a hint of impatience as he loses the gentleness from before.
I take his hand from my thigh and lift it, sucking his pointer finger into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the salty skin, nibbling and teasing him as I drag it out. I let it bump over my chin, my throat, leaving a wet trail down between my bare breasts, over my stomach, my pelvis. I let out a sigh as I guide it inside of me, rolling my hips down onto his hand.
“Yes.”God, yes. I knew I needed this.
He meets my eager hips, adding a finger and pumping into me. With my vision lost to a void of darkness, I only have my other senses to rely on, and the slick sound of my arousal is all that fills my ears.
“I’m as starved for the taste of you as your pussy is for me.” He pulls his fingers out and glides them effortlessly up to my clit. “You’ve been patient waiting for this.”
I whimper as I nod.
“I want you dripping for me,” he says, and I get that feeling again, a tingle in my spine that tells me his eyes are devouring every inch of me. This time, I don’t feel the need to hide. This time, I open my legs further apart.
I hear him snigger, and then his finger and thumb are pinching the tip of my nipple.
My back arches, and he slips an arm under me, quickly flipping me over. “Stay there,” he tells me.
I hold steady on all fours, waiting.
There’s not a lot of warning before he’s touching me again, the palms of his large hands spreading the cheeks of my ass up and out.
I hear him groan right before his mouth is on me, a long, drawn-out, sucking kiss he leaves on my core before pulling away.
The bed dips again, and it leaves me a little disoriented as I try and figure out where and what he’s doing. I sense movement in front of my face and lift my head up.
His fingers take hold of my chin. “Come here, baby.” He guides me forward on all fours, his legs settling on either side of me. “Lean down,” he says, directing my head lower. “Here.” His thumb splits my lips apart, his other hand holding back my hair. “Take my cock.”
I do as he asks, lowering until the head of his cock brushes past my lips, and I have to open wider to take him. I let my tongue sweep down and then up the length of him before I wrap my hand around his at the base, squeezing on top of his grip as I suck him.
I can’t help the smile that flutters against him when he grunts his approval.
I picture him lying back, spread out and naked with his cock in his hand, me hunched over as I take him deep into my mouth.
I suck him harder at the fantasy I’ve created, rubbing my thighs together to create friction between my legs.
“That’s it,” he sighs. “I want you dripping for me, baby. I want you so wet your cheeks pink every time you change a bed sheet. Tomorrow, three years from now, your wedding night. I wantyou to remember the mess you made onthesesheets.” He lets out another tortured, breathy sound. “Forme.”
His words make my insides coil, a heat spreading from my pelvis to my centre. When I rub my thighs together again, I find myself even wetter.
I groan, my stretched lips vibrating around him.
He guides my head into a rhythm he likes, a slow, deep motion as I suck him, tease him with the flat of my tongue.
When a burst of precum coats the back of my throat, I swallow it down and pull back, not wanting him to come yet. “I need…”
“What do you need?”
“I…” I squeeze my eyes tightly together behind the mask. “I feel so empty,” I say honestly.
His breath fans across my face, as if he’s sat forward. “Tell me what you need.”
“More,” I beg. “I need you.”
The bed moves again, and he pulls me up onto my knees, his hand gently smoothing up my throat as he angles my head back. “Now the truth. Say, I can’t stand to suck your cock, Charlie, because I need it inside of me.”