Possessive Royal (Duke of Tudor #2) Read Online Amarie Avant

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Duke of Tudor Series by Amarie Avant
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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“Luxury!”

“No, don’t st-stop,” I stammer in a harsh whisper.

“Sing for me, Little One.”

I’m moaning, but he wants me to be untamed and fully liberated. His tongue plunges deep inside of me. He maneuvers back and forth, maintaining a rhythm. The sway is a calculated move that brings my desire to a peak and back again as if Victor is holding my second orgasm hostage until I sing out.

“Vicccc, please,” I snap, although my tone has kicked it up a notch for emphasis. Thigh muscles straining, I press together as Victor shoves them back wide. My hands twine within his thick, black hair as his head bobbles between my thighs.

“Damn!” I grab the pillow, bite down, and scream as another wave pulsates through my body. While the extended orgasm rips through my soul, Victor, that greedy bastard, reaches up. My fingers cleave into the pillowcase as he snatches it from me.

Without a single word, Victor tosses it overhead. Now, he’s back to feasting on the delicate sweets I offer. He slowly inserts a finger inside me, and pleasure radiates through me as my walls convulse around his digit until I’m a shouting mess.

He leans up. Lips glossed in a sly grin. “Shall I fuck you, Luxury?”

“Shhhhh!”

His voice ripples along my skin like a dark caress. “Luxury, do you want me to fuck you? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes!” I snap.

“You’re not singing yet.” His head begins to disappear again. I grab his hair. He slaps my hand and murmurs, “Perhaps, when I’m ready.”

My grumbling turns into moaning. Instead of having a pillow as a muzzle, I’m twisting the sheets with my hands. I bite down on my forearm as Victor spreads tiny nibbles onto the inside of my thigh.

He moves to the left, lengthening every touch, savoring every caress.

My body bows as I scream, desiring him to return his affections deep into my core. As my voice increases in scale, Victor obliges, tapping his tongue over my clit. I explode at first contact, shuddering as he slides a finger into me. My hands come down to ward off his agonizing tongue while the remainder of me surrenders to Victor’s master plan. As if he can read my body, Victor leans on his haunches. Overthrown with desire, I pant as my heart jolts into my throat. “Please . . . I can’t take . . . it anymore . . . I need you, Victor.”

9

Victor

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“You may now sit on daddy’s face, Little One. I forgive you.” I climb up, licking her sweets from my mouth.

A flash of confusion lights in Luxury’s gaze, but she’s too delirious to challenge my command.

“Absolved for denying us for so long,” I growl, gripping the nape of her neck. I slide down onto the bed where she was just lying. “Arse in my face too.”

“Just be glad I’ve forgiven you,” she mutters, sliding around so that her knees are on either side of my face.

“Cheeky girl.” A delicious cunt shells the cocksure grin on my face. I grip her hips as she leans forward. Her warm, wet mouth takes in as much of my cock as she can.

Greed has taken Luxury to new heights as she strives to suck in an extra inch.

“My cock feels teeth; your clit feels teeth,” I hiss.

“Sorry, Vic, it’s been a while.” Her tone’s dipped in elation and a smile before she takes a mouth full of my dick again. I grasp spirally coils of hair and gently tug, tongue assaulting her pussy with the same ferocity. A wet trail glides up my shaft then back down again. I mimic her movements, showing the lush walls of her cunt the same attention. The sounds of her sucking and stroking grow hotter, messier, louder, and the resistance at the back of her throat gives less slack as she sucks. My tongue coaxes her orgasm, causing Luxury to scream so loudly that my cock butchers the back of her throat.

My toes curl. Fucking royal treatment if I ever knew it. I call Luxury to me. The craving of my cock to piston straight through her cunt is too much to bear. “Grab a condom from my trousers.”

Lux arises, licking her lips. She moves agilely off the bed, grabs our protection, then crawls back up seductively. I swiftly place on the condom. With a smile, Lux sinks onto my manhood. Her body sings. Gorgeous hips gyrate.

“Now, for your punishment,” I grit out, slamming inside her to the hilt. I stay there for a moment, my cock buried inside of Luxury’s heaven.

“No.” Her whisper traces over my jaw.

I claim her hips, passionately pumping into her cunt.

Raw abusive.

Fucking her deep.

Then I pull out, allowing my cockhead to sail over her clit.

“Victor!” My name’s stretched to infinity.

I crash into her again.

“You will never,” I say, pounding her harshly. My hard cock exits her tight pussy for a second as her body screams. “Reject me, again, Luxury. Say it.”


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