Prince Pucking Charming

Duke slams his fingers into me, hitting every pleasure point at once. “Come for me,” he groans, rolling his thumb over my clit. I moan in response, and he adds, “That’s it, baby. Strangle my fingers like they’re my cock.”

I’m on the edge of losing control, so close my entire body trembles. Duke clutches my thigh in his big hands, his mouth dangerously close to my aching clit. His fingers glide in and out me, slick with my juices. He looks up at me with an evil grin on his lips, and then he rolls his tongue over my sensitive skin.

“Duke,” I groan, running my hand through his hair, desperately needing more of his tongue as I pull him closer.

His eyes flicker with heat, giving me tentative licks as he watches me. His eyes haven’t left mine from the second we stepped into the bedroom. A rush of excitement spreads up my thighs with each flick of his tongue, and when he slips his tongue between my folds, an intense wave of pleasure washes over me.

I grip his hair, greedy for more, and his tongue slides further inside me. My toes curl. My body is wound so tight I feel like a rubber band about to snap. Heat courses through my veins, sending a brush of fire up my legs and arms. I ride out my orgasm, and Duke sucks on my clit as I hit the peak of my climax.

“Damn, Doc,” he says, rolling his thumb along his bottom lip. His mouth is glistening with my juices. “So, was that how you’d imagined it?”

“My dreams don’t even do you justice,” I say, out of breath.

He smirks. “What’s your next fantasy?”

I tug on his shirt. “Take this off.”

His shirt hits the floor a second later. I run my hands over his strong shoulders and down his thick arms. He’s built like a boxer, his muscles so hard it’s like touching steel. His skin is so smooth I get a little carried away, running my fingers over his chiseled stomach.

“In my dreams,” I say, gripping his shoulders, “you made me get on my knees.”

“Oh, I like where this is going,” he groans.

“I figured you would.”

He lifts me up from the bed, his fingers digging into my back. I stare into his eyes as I strip off his belt and flip open the button on his jeans. His pants and boxers are on the floor along with mine a few seconds later.

“You want me to take the lead now?”

I nod, and his eyes illuminate.

He likes this game.

I like it, too.

“Get on your knees,” he orders, and I do as he says.

He’s so long and hard that my mouth falls open at the sight of him. Since this is now his show, he takes my hand and wraps my fingers around his thick shaft. I stare up at him, awaiting my next instruction.

“Lick the tip,” he says in a husky voice that sends a chill down my arms.

I flatten my tongue and lick him. He hisses in response, and then his fingers slip through my hair. I had expected Duke to like everything hard and fast. But he seems to like taking things slow, which surprises me.

I suck the head of his cock into my mouth, and he lets out a guttural groan. “Fuck, that feels good.” He looks down at me, pushing my hair out of my face. “Did I come in your mouth in your dreams?”

I shake my head and shove more of him into my mouth. His hand falls to the back of my head, and his grip tightens on my hair. A few seconds later, he pulls his cock from my mouth and extends his hand to me. I’m on my feet, my chest pressed against his, with his cock digging into my stomach.

He grabs his pants from the floor and rips open a condom, quickly rolling it down his length. He holds my arms above my head, caging me against the wall with his muscular body.

“

Is this what you want?” His breath on my earlobe sends a wave of heat down my arms.

“Yes,” I whisper, wondering if he can read minds.

His kiss is intense and aggressive, the angriest kiss he’s ever stolen from me. Every woman fantasizes about hockey players fucking them up against the boards. Wall sex, baby! But how many women get to reenact their fantasies with their favorite players? I never thought my dirty dreams would become a reality… until now. And the real thing is a million times better.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lifts me up, slowly sliding me onto his cock. He moves his hand to my back to brace the impact as we slam into the wall. Without breaking the kiss, Duke rocks his hips. I moan into his mouth, moving my hips in unison as he fills me. His muscles flex around me, holding me so tight I can’t move an inch.