Become The Duke's Wife Or Die

Duke Kleo smiled at his victory, as Lyra whined about needing him.  "You want me?"  he whispered right in her ear, as he's moving on the cleavage, scrubbing on the chest slowly.  Then he stopped, doing that on purpose.

"Yes," Lyra gasped, nodding, pleading with him.  "I need you, please."

"I got it.  You will love me right?"  The tip of his nose touched her cheek, while he pressed her fat as if to make the dent.

Lyra's stomach expands and contracts unstable, feeling the heat burning all of her body.  He played on her, squeezing the chest was like pumping them up and then popping them like a balloon.  His hands were now moving on them, massaging from the bottom, then cupping as if to flatten it.

She looked up with a loud moan, embracing his neck while her feet rested anxiously, waiting patiently.  Her cherries were getting twisted in two different directions, turning like a doorknob that's hard to open.

The hardened chest, which wanted to pick up his cavity and make her sink inside of it.  But unfortunately, he refused.

"My lips won't touch anything but your face," he shook his head, looking triumphant when he saw her face redden.

"Kiss my lips then," she pleaded, opening her mouth and begging for a kiss, then whined when she saw him shaking his head again.  "Why?"  Screaming as hard he was pressing on her fats.

"Because I'm in control here."

"Kleo," Lyra protested, helplessly.  The snaking hand sank into her very sunken stomach, tugging at her navel that was expanding and contracting as if coming and running away.  Sting after sting continued to hit her, sweat began to emerge from her steamy pores.  Her hair was scattered, like golden threads, stuck to her smooth and beautiful cheeks.

He pulled a pillow to support her back, lifting the hips and other beautiful things higher.  He can enjoy her giving up expression while waiting for him.  Folds hid the reddened walls, where the knob peeked shyly.

His hand caressed on the inner thigh, triggering an electric voltage in all her body parts, stomping to spread it, and touch her core.

"Will you love me, Pumpkin?"  Duke Kleo asked again, creeping across the central line from her backside, walking up so that he touched the fold lips, feasting on it, lingered.  "My Dear?"  He pulled her body in one beat, forced her to hug his neck, then looked into his eyes.  Parted the central lips, letting the middle finger do its job.  "My Dear?"

She gasped for air, as she moved against, pressing her stomach without even realizing it.

"Will you love me?"  Duke Kleo asked again, as he stopped himself.  "Hmm?"  his head tilted.

"Yes," Lyra nodded without thinking, kissed his lips, and boasted all of her longing feelings.

"Yes, what?  Say it clearly!"

"Yes, I will love you."

"Call me My Dear Kleo!"

"My Dear Kleo!"  she stammered.

"Say you will love me!"

"I will love you, My Dear Kleo.  Please!"

"Say it again!"  He shoveled her and stirred inside, pinched the knob and squeezed it occasionally, pinch it, and encircled inside the moist cave.

"I… will love you…" She moaned loudly, along with a barrage of jabs, which were met with her hips hitting as if she wanted to be crushed from within.  "My Dear Kleo!"  She shouted.

"Again!"  His eyes were on her, only on her.  "You have to let it all go!  I'm still judging you."

"I will love you, My Dear Kleo!"  The bed was shaken, along with her body that seemed to want to bounce.  Screaming, when the chest got the service.  "I will love you."  She started to go crazy, as the fast-moving attacked her.  "I will love you..." Her eyes were on him.  "Deep!"  Gasping, with an open mouth, her words seemed different from what she wanted.  "I will love you deeply and quickly, My Dear Kleo.  My Dear!  My Love!"

She clamped the extra finger, which was getting more and more doubled.  The attack was like a stab in her stomach, tearing her so that it made her flinch from various sides.  Her body almost collapsed, as her hips shook, but he immediately held her back.

"Good!"  whispered Duke Kleo, slowing himself down, making her whine again.  "I will make you remember this beautiful night.  I will finish it very slowly and very long."

"Don't torture me!"  she asked earnestly.  "Please."

"You are still a rebellious girl.  You didn't completely obey my orders.  I can see that in your eyes."  Squeeze the bunch of fat too hard as if he wanted to crack it, seeing her screeching with the pain and satisfying sensation.

"No," she shook her head.  "I'm not disobedient.  I like it, Kleo.  You make me crazy!  I beg you, don't torture me!"

"Take off my suit and give kisses on all of my chests.  Give the bites there and I'll do what you want."

Lyra complied.  Her hand speed was almost faster than the blink of an eye.  His suit had been removed, which now allowed her to give kisses and bites on his chest.

He looked down to see her comply, while his hands gripped her so as not to attack him, also pinned her hands impatiently.

"Give me more!"  he ordered, hearing her whining again.  The grin on his lips grew wider as he felt the bite by bite hitting his skin.  Seeing her violent and hastily has bewitched him even more.

Her helpless face looked up, looked sadly at him while pleading.

"Yes, Miss?"  he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Please," she pleaded again, sadder than ever.

He pulled her hands, pushed her so that her chest hit the bed.  Lifting her backside, he stirred her while looking at her smooth back that was shaken.  Her face tilted as she moaned, prone to helplessness.

"Call my name!"  he commanded, shoveling her moist brutally.

"Kleo!"  shouted her, body shaken as the deep punch hit her core repeatedly.

"Again!"

"Kleo!"

"Again!"  Slapping the backside, toying with them.  He smiled repeatedly, not expecting Viscount Darwin's suggestion to work.  He can make her crazy about him, even willing to promise to love him.

Now he just had to do other plans so that her feelings could fall into his hands, and they could live happily.

'I'd do anything as long as you love me, Lyra,' he thought.  'Even if you think of me as evil and despicable.  I can't let you go, especially after you ran away from Wereal a few days ago, and especially after you looked like you were suicidal for not touching your food.  I'll make you stay!  I will make you crazy about me.  I know I can do it, so that you are by my side, forever!'

He felt the narrowing of the walls as well as her short breath, as the moan grew louder.  Pulsating that will spur her love sticky, he would get it soon.

"Kleo!"  she cried out his name again, feeling the total lovely service that could satisfy her.

"Say you love me!"  he said.

"I love you!"  She choked, almost throwing up everything, but just before that, he withdrew himself.

"I don't believe it yet," he whispered.  "Say it one more time!"

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