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He hears my urgent need and pushes one finger inside me, stopping at the middle joint before sliding out again. His teasing drives me wild, so it’s time I take matters into my own hands.
I sit up, slip off my panties, and turn to face him. Light bleeding through the thin curtain lets me see his eyebrow arch in amusement as I climb on top of him, enjoying how his muscular torso feels between my thighs.
I paw at the front of his soft striped trousers that comically resemble an erect circus tent and unleash his giant cock from their hold. He lets out a lusty groan when I take his silky shaft in my fist. It takes both of my hands to fully embrace his girth.
“You’re so big,” I compliment, travelling down his body.
His thighs tense as I come face-to-face with his dick, and my tongue slides out to lick across his head, lapping at the bead of pre-cum that’s settled there before taking the rest of him into my mouth. I try to fit in as much of him as I can. His veins slide across my tongue, and I create a tight vacuum seal with my lips, working him and slathering him in my spit as I go.
He grabs a fistful of my hair to hold me down and guide my motions. I almost gag, taking him deep as his cock strokes the back of my throat. Bram stops pushing, waiting to see whether I’ve had enough, but I’m determined to prove him wrong. I overcome my reflex and push him deep into my throat, even though I feel like he might dislocate my jaw.
His moans make my entire body vibrate. Now he’s confident that I can comfortably take him, he yanks my hair more roughly. Using both of his hands, he holds my face in place and starts bucking from underneath me. My eyes water as he goes, fucking my face with deep thrusts and leaving me with no way to escape.
This is what I need.
My cheeks are wet with tears, and being filled takes away all my worries about what’s coming next. Maybe I should stop using sex as a distraction, but that’s something I can work through when Alaric’s dead. It’s definitely cheaper than therapy.
Bram’s balls draw up into his body as he readies to blow his load, and then he stops and retracts slowly, pulling my head back to signal he wants me elsewhere.
He uses my hair like a leash, pulling me upwards until I’m sitting astride him. My pussy’s already dripping as I straddle the massive beast below. I slide my pussy along his length, letting his cock warm me, and rock my hips to appreciate every inch of him.
“You feel so fucking good,” I moan as I tip forward to rest my hands on either side of his head and slide onto him.
Despite my wetness, I take it slow as my pussy stretches. I brace my hands on the mattress as he fills me inch by inch until I’ve fully devoured him. Bram groans, grabbing my arse and squeezing hard as I slide up and down, surrendering to the pleasure.
I ride him hard, remembering how we first met in the torture chamber. I claw at his chest, leaving scratch marks behind. I think about what happened in the dungeon. I arch my back and moan. Despite everything we’ve been through, Bram is still here. With me.
Our breathing syncs and our bodies move as one. I grip his muscular thighs for support as I ride him, and his fingers find and rub my clit to the same rhythm.
“I’m…” My orgasm builds under his touch, an unstoppable force that’s going to shatter me. “I’m going to come!”
And I do, crying out, not caring whether the other Dukes can hear us. I ride my orgasm out fast, slapping my body against his in a way that feels amazing until he grunts and releases his pent-up pleasure by blowing a hot load deep inside me.
I collapse onto him in a sticky heap.
“Fuck,” I groan.
He wraps his arms around me protectively, holding me to his chest. and letting me listen to his heart thunder. When I try to pull away, he stops me, holding me in a vice-like grip.
You’re not going anywhere.
His fingers trace patterns over my back as we lie there, suspended in the moment. It’s not until I come out of my post-orgasmic blissful state that I realise he’s not just drawing aimless patterns. His fingertips trace out a clear ‘I’ followed by the outline of a love heart, and then the obvious letter ‘U’. He does it again and again.
“Do you mean it?” I ask, propping myself up on my elbow to stare at him.
Although it’s dark, my eyes have adjusted to the light, and a slice of moonlight shines through the window, illuminating his defined jaw.
Bram nods solemnly in reply.
I kiss him gently, and when I pull away, I confess in a whisper, “I love you, too.”
Maybe Freddie was right. If we didn’t say it before dying, when else would be a good time?
CHAPTER 28
IVY
What the fuck?
