Regency Romance Omnibus 2018: Dominate Dukes & Tenacious Women

She turned towards him, running a hand from his manly chest down his powerful torso to his groin, fingers curving about his scarcely semi-erect member, rubbing, stroking.

“It's alright, Decky-baby.” She continued to stroke his soft length as she looked up at him, giving a gasp as he pinched one of her nipples.

“Perhaps it's the booze. I did have quite a few.”

“You did. How dare you get so zozzled, my dear hot-cocked stud?” Reprimanding him with a smile, she began sneaking down beneath the covers, her faintly chubby form growing farther and farther away from him as she soon felt her breath on the cock in her grasp. Soon, the wet warmth of lips and tongue.

“Mmh... sorry, Em-” his eyes flashed, “Liz.” The sucking hesitated, and the wetness of his member felt her breath on it all the easier.

“Hnn-hnn,” she giggled, “forget my name?”

“Never, toots. Just got lost in how well you work my John Thomas.” Her lip constricted on him, he felt them slide down nearly to the hilt, and felt how her tongue circled around his glans. “Ahhhh, that's the stuff.”

“Mmmmm...” she agreed, her mouth still on him, and he felt her soft little fingers slip beneath his balls, cradling them lovingly. Those tight lips rose suddenly, up and off his prick, her hand jerking him animatedly. “That's it, babe. You'll be ready for some good whoopie in no time.” She brought herself down to kiss the base of his shaft, on the side, still jerking the farther end of it.

“Keep that up and I just might have to do you twice.”

“As many times as you want, Duke.”

“Hahhh, pullin' out all the stops tonight, hmm?” She knew how to say it so well, and something about the power over her, this commoner woman he secretly banged from time to time, it tended to get him off nicely.

“You know it, snookums. I want that hot shaft in me tonight.”

“Well come up here, then, sugar-tits.” The form of her under the blanket quickly made it way over him, feeling her breasts rubbing along his body the whole way.

“You say my name, hun?”

“I did...” craning his head up, his lips took hers, an arm scooping 'round her back, coaxing her aside. She tipped obediently, rolling as he got on top. He reached down, grabbed himself, fed it into her, and watched those glorious tits bounce as the thrusting began.

“Oh Duke, mmh, yeah baby, yeah, plow me hard, Duke.” Her voice whined up to him, her hands on his shoulders, legs up and around him as she gave herself to him. He grabbed at her breast, squeezing it, feeling the hardness of her nipple, pushing that Heavenly mound of fat up towards him so as to suckle her.

The thrusting went steadily enough, her whining voice pined for him, praised him, called him by his royal title. The thrusting quickened further, only for a burst, but slowed... and slowed.

“Oh no, did it?” In truth, she often hoped he would come inside her, either by accident or on purpose. Perhaps then there would be marriage and thus, with him, much wealth and status that otherwise she couldn't ever hope for, but that's not what she was asking.

“Damn... yeah.” The thrusting stopped, he pulled out his merely half-erect cock, once more lying on his side beside her before rolling onto his back. She scooted over, cuddling up to him, reaching down and stroking him.

“It's ok, babe. It's just the drink, that's all.”

“Yeah, I don't understand it...”

“Want me to get you off with my mouth again? I know how you love it.”

“I don't know. It might have to wait for another night, my Queen.” She moaned into him, stroking his cock all the harder.

“Don't tease me, sweet-dick, you know how I love it when you call me that.”

“Well, you are Elizabeth, are you not?”

“Should I give your prick the royal order to harden for me?” She asked naughtily, but saw his smile wane. He didn't seem to be getting any harder, indeed in time it felt like she was stroking a big, hot, wet noodle. Finally, her hand left it. “Alright, another night.” The hand slid along him until it was at his chest, stroking the hair on him.

“Perhaps even morning.”

“Mmh, true, you like to stick like a needle all day long after a night of embalming yourself.”

“And oh how embalmed I feel now.”

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