The Duke's Masked Wife

"What am I supposed to do?" Alessandra asked, still in need of his guidance. Her legs were placed to the side of him and her hands rested on his chest. She had an adrenaline rush from this position. The tiredness in her body from a moment ago had disappeared.

"Lift your body like this," Edgar used his grip on her thighs to lift her. "And then come back down. Do it at whatever pace suits you. Go on," Edgar placed his left head behind his head while his right one kept her right where he wanted her. He knew at some point he would have to aid her in this but for right now, he wanted to lay back and enjoy the show.

Alessandra could be in control for all she wanted. Edgar was more entertained by the view of them connected as one and awaited the sight of riding him. What would it honestly take for him to remember this sight forever? His only solution was to have her like this every night.

Alessandra started off doing as Edgar told her to. Raising her body to feel Edgar's length almost slide out of her but before it could happen she pushed back down, taking all of him and blinded by the pure pleasure.

She wasn't confident in her work at first but once she looked down at Edgar who was always confident and found that he looked ever so vulnerable, her confidence increased but it didn't last long. The smirk he wore only ticked her off and pushed her to try wiping it off his face. She didn't have to be inside his mind to know he enjoyed watching her breast bounce from her actions.

'I was meant to be in control but it somehow feels like he is,' Alessandra thought.

"Why are you glaring at me, Alessandra?" Edgar asked, amused by her seemingly getting angry at a time like this. Perhaps she had figured out why he picked this position. He was tempted to fondle her breast as she continued to ride him ever so gently.

"There is no way to beat you."

"I wasn't aware this was a competition," Edgar replied.

"Just once," Alessandra paused her movement as she remembered the one time she made Edgar flustered. It was when she had taken him into her mouth. There was no point in being in control now when he would not flatter. She wanted to see him blush again. "We should stop here," Alessandra said as she had lost. She started to slide off of him but Edgar had other plans.

"Like hell we are," Edgar said, pushing her back down against his length with one hand.

Alessandra moaned from the force of his action and the fullness inside of her. It was more satisfying when Edgar was the one to push her against him.

Edgar sat up, placing one hand on her lower back while the other was under her right thigh. "We are far from over, Alessandra. Have you not been paying attention?  I was already under your control from the moment we started. There is no need for you to do anything more. You have my mind thinking of only you. My body desires to fill you with my seed until there is nothing left. What else do you need?" He asked.

Edgar took back control by lifting her body up and down, finding a rhythm to thrust up into her each time he brought her down. He buried his head in her chest to inhale her natural scent and enjoy the feeling of her hardened buds against his skin. "Alessandra," he moaned, overcome with pleasure from her inside squeezing him.

Her cries in his ears as his movement became rougher sent him over the edge. He gripped her tighter as if it was possible and plunged himself further inside of her, thrusting relentlessly as he could not get enough of the woman in his arms.

Alessandra leaned forward to hold onto Edgar to keep up with his movement. He rougher with his hands digging into her to the point it hurt but pain mixed with pleasure felt wonderful. "Ugh," she practically melted in his arms when he found that one spot once again and as if he knew what it did to her, Edgar kept hitting it again and again.

Alessandra found it incredibly hard to think straight from the pleasure she received each time he reached that spot. She came to her end without Edgar this time but knew he was close. He twitched inside of her just as he had done the first time. Alessandra anticipated him pouring inside of her again, increasing the chance of her conceiving his child.

"This won't do," Edgar muttered before pushing her back against the bed so he was on top of her. He pulled out of her for a brief moment to position her right leg over his shoulder, bringing her closer to his body before he penetrated her once more.

Alessandra should find pride in the way she would have him on the brink of releasing just from entering her. It had never happened to him before. Perhaps the feeling he held for her added to it.

Edgar continued to thrust into her desperately wanting to reach his end. He felt Alessandra released once more and joined her with one final thrust all the way inside her. He filled her up with his seed, not pulling out until nothing more flowed out of him. They both panted, tired from going a second time but couldn't get enough of each other.

There was hardly a need for Edgar to leave the bed to start a fire as their bodies warmed each other. Sweat trickled from their forehead and chest. Some of Alessandra's strands of hair clung to her body but it did not bother her.

Edgar pushed those strands of hair away to give her some comfort. "Are you okay to go again?" He asked this time as she would not share the same stamina he had and did not want to push her too far for the first time. He would be satisfied if she wanted to stop now but luckily Alessandra pulled him down to kiss her, a clear sign she didn't mind going a third time.