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It was needy.
It was all-consuming.
She met each push and pull I delivered. Clutching onto the sides of her face, I devoured her perfect pouty lips.
Her soft tongue.
My body on top of hers.
She forcefully gripped the front of my shirt, yanking me closer like we weren’t already close enough. Trying to mold us into one person before she moaned into my mouth…
Making my cock twitch in my slacks.
DUCHESS
I gasped, surprised by the turn of events. His body was between my legs, and he pressed his cock into my core. His right leg was hitched against my ass, and the other stretched out behind him. He had one hand gripping my left thigh up to his hip and the other around the back of my neck, holding me firmly into the mat with his weight.
My thighs clenched, and my face felt on fire, igniting his flame to keep going.
He pointed out, “Are you ready for me, Duchess? You think you can take me?”
I wasn’t sure if he was still talking about fighting or if he meant it in a sexual manner, but either way, my body responded for me. Loudly moaning, I rolled my hips into his rock-hard cock.
My eyes shut tightly.
My breathing hitched.
My hands went to his back.
This embrace was much different from our last. His lips were rough but smooth against mine, his touch firm yet gentle. My heart drummed so fast, I swear he could hear it, feeling it against his chiseled chest. He pulled me closer by the nape of my neck as if I wasn’t already close enough, pinned beneath him.
My body molded perfectly against his. Words couldn’t describe what I was thinking.
What I was feeling.
What he was making me feel.
This push and pull between us was as uncontrollable as whatever would happen between us from here on out. There’d be no resisting him after this. Incoherent thoughts ran rapidly in my mind with no end in sight.
His hand moved from clutching my thigh and began roaming. It started in my hair and traveled down to my face as I writhed and moaned beneath him, enticing him to go further.
“Fuck… you feel good. How do ya feel this fuckin’ good?” he growled, gliding his hand toward the top of my breast.
I could feel my nipple hardening through my flimsy cotton sports bra. I pushed my chest further into his hand, and he immediately gripped it harder, using his knee that was still holding up my thigh as leverage. My hips moved on their own, rubbing against his hard dick through my thin shorts.
He groaned, knowing exactly what he was stirring inside me as he kissed me with all the passion and hunger of a starved man. Our movements became headier and more urgent, both of us searching for something when, all of a sudden, he kissed me one last time and slowly pulled away.
My eyes snapped open, connecting with his intoxicating stare.
Scaring the absolute shit out of me.
Feelings weren’t something I ever considered or even thought about for that matter. My life had always been about one thing and one thing alone—my career. It was a lonely life I created, where I had believed my own lies about not needing to rely on anyone other than myself. I was the source of my sadness and possibly the destruction of my happiness.
It was easier that way to drown out the chaos of the life I led day after day. It was the price I had to pay. My mind was always my own worst enemy. Our lives may have been completely different on the outside, but the internal scars were similar.
Making our connection something deeper than I expected.
There was so much I wanted to say as I looked into his eyes.
