Prince Pucking Charming

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After dinner, I’m shocked we made it into my living room without tearing off our clothes. I’m straddling Duke on the couch, with my dress bunched up around my waist. He groans into my mouth as I grind against his growing erection, and I moan in response.

When our lips part, Duke pushes my hair out of my eyes. He gives me a crooked grin that goes right to my throbbing core. One look is all it takes with Duke. He’s so damn gorgeous, from his handsome face to his body that’s ripped with muscle. Years ago, I’d thought I lucked out with Ted. But Duke is every woman’s fantasy rolled into one wet dream.

Long before we met, I fantasized about him throwing me up against the boards. I still haven’t told Duke that he’s starred in plenty of my dirtiest dreams. He’d probably never let me live it down if he did. Or he might want to reenact them.

So, maybe I should tell him…

Threading my fingers through his hair, I slip my tongue in his mouth, desperate for more. He palms the back of my head to deepen the kiss. Each kiss is more intense, more impatient, and greedier than the last. My hands travel over every surface of his body. I can’t get enough of the hard ridges of his abs or his thick, muscular arms that feel like they could hold up the universe.

He pushes down the front of my dress and pinches my nipple between his fingers.

“Duke,” I whisper against his lips. “Touch me. Please.”

The intense pressure building inside me feels like a volcano ready to erupt.

“I am touching you.” He rolls his thumb over my nipple and massages my breast, as he leaves a trail of kisses along my jaw. “Calm down, woman. You’re like a dog in heat.”

Laughing, I take his other hand and slide it beneath my dress. His big hand covers my panties. Heat spreads from my cheeks, down my arms, and to my thighs. But the aching between my legs is a deep desire only Duke can satisfy.

Our eyes meet, and he peels the thin fabric to the side. The anticipation is killing me. Adrenaline courses through my body, my heart beating so fast I can hardly catch my breath. When he pushes a finger inside me, my eyes slam shut. He slides it in and out, so painfully slow, I cry out his name. A ripple of pleasure rolls down my arms in waves.

“You weren’t lying earlier,” he says as he adds another finger. “Damn, Doc. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

I lean forward and bury my face against his neck, drowning myself in his scent as I moan his name. Moving faster, he rolls his thumb over my clit while he fills me with another finger. He takes me to the point of ecstasy that causes my mind to go blank. My entire body tightens, so close to reaching the finish line. It’s been too long since a man has made me come.

“Feel good?” Duke says as he fucks me harder with his fingers.

“Yes,” I choke out.

I kiss my way from his neck to his mouth, and when our lips collide, he kisses me like he needs the air from my lungs to breathe. With each kiss, I come undone, and just when I think I can’t take the pressure anymore, my orgasm tears through me. I rest my forehead on his shoulder, attempting to catch my breath.

“Your rules are getting harder to follow by the second,” he says.

I lift my head, and our eyes meet. Duke slides his fingers out of me and brings them to his mouth to suck on them. He pins me down with those intense blue eyes that weaken me with one look.

“I’m not done with you,” he says as he moves me to the cushion next to him.

Duke drops to his knees in front of me and slides my panties down my thighs. He throws both of my legs over his shoulders like they weigh nothing.

“Push up your dress,” he growls.

I do as he requests, and he stares at my bare pussy. His eyes lift to meet mine, and then he moves closer, his breath on my skin hitting every pleasure spot at once. He hasn’t even touched me, and yet I feel like I’m about to break in half. Duke opens his mouth, still holding my gaze as his breath warms my skin. Why is he torturing me? I can tell by the sadistic look in his eyes that he’s enjoying this.

“Duke,” I groan. “Are you going to make me beg?”

He smirks. “I was thinking about it.”

I tilt my head back against the cushion, taking his hair in my hands.

“You’ve been a good girl,” he says and then kisses my inner thigh. “So, I won’t make you beg… this time.”

But he will next time?

He presses another kiss between my legs, and eventually, he makes his way to my aching core. I’m ready to beg for his tongue by the time he rolls it over my clit. With each flick of his tongue, my mind goes blank.

Duke grabs my thighs and holds them tight, sucking on my clit as he looks up at me. He devours me with a carnal look in his eyes. I’m clawing at my dress. It’s so damn hot in here I can hardly breathe. I massage my breast, and Duke’s eyes light up. He knocks my hand aside and does it for me, as if he was jealous he wasn’t the one touching me.