Become The Duke’s Wife Or Die - Chapter 59

Weggie never knew that Gerald would touch her so soon. She thought, after the frequent fierce feuds between them, it might take more than half a century to conquer him.  But it wasn’t, it was faster than she thought, and also more powerful.

When her body touched him, it seemed as if it was attached because of very strong glue.  The invasion of his tongue tore through her entire cavity, pushing each other as if they were competing to dominate each other, wrenching and twisting, then paralyzing the opponent using caresses.

She gasped as if drowning under the depths of a dark ocean and only managed to emerge to the surface when an electric shock suddenly stung her entire body and made her body weight disappear completely.

A light and floating sensation, with a splash of warm sensation all over the place.

Gerald’s hand brushed her face, crept up to her ear, gently touching it with his fingertips.  Dive down her cheek, then crawl along her jaw, plunge in her neck, linger there.

They took turns tilting their faces as if never enough to take a sip of each other’s oxygen.

Weggie gasped, her mouth wide open, letting out all the satisfaction that spread throughout her body, as Gerald tongued on her ear lobe, slumped as if he wanted to go further.  He pinched it with his teeth, toying with her amidst her whimpers.

“Be-Beary!”  she whined again, pressed her legs wrapped around his hips, stuttered for his lips, but failed amid the other whimpers.

“No, Brownie,” he whispered, right in her ear, as his hands began to descend her neck, grope on both lush humps, encircle while squeezing back and forth.  “You won’t get my lips if you don’t give up.”  Poking her face into her juncture neck, sipping her scent.  His fingers were too fast to create the expanse on all of her body, absorbing all the beauty that caught his eye, how curved every corner was, how exotic her skin was, without spots and blemishes.

Her belly protruding from waiting for him to return, her wide eyes weak in thirst, the two hands that now fully support her weight, because he has backed away to watch her curve.  The hardened chest with two warts inviting it.

“Do you know you are very beautiful?”  said Gerald again, smiling a little when he looked at her eyes that seemed to want him.  He liked that expression.  “You can get a lot of men when you’re free from Mr. Pinn.  Maybe I can help you with that.”

Weggie said nothing but whimpered.  Her face pleaded while writhing on the edge of the wall.  “Please,” she rasped.  “Do it!”

He walked forward, squeezed her again, pinched her chin which quickly looked up, and saw her open her mouth asking for another kiss.  He shook his head, his hand gripped her hand as he felt it snaking, and tried to dip inside the trouser.

“It’s not that easy, sly woman,” he whispered, teasingly, inhaling her scent again, sliding to caress her belly, getting irregular movements like protruding and bulging, as if avoiding a caress.  “I’m not going to get you what you want,” he continued, going up to feast on the chest, pushing from the bottom edge of it, as if to lift it.  “Because you don’t want this.”

“No,” she shook her head, seriously, pressing her belly even harder as he twisted her brown grapes.  “I…want you,” she gasped again, breathing shortly after he pinched them repeatedly as if to soften them slowly with a pinch that was too fast.  Like an electric current that stung the inside of her body part repeatedly, weakening her knees.

“Really?”  Gerald smiled after devouring them, toyed with them between his teeth, and heard her moan with despair and happiness.  “So what special name did you make for me?”

“Bear….”

“Don’t answer yet!”  Gerald ordered suddenly, sucked even harder, smiling seeing her looking up as if to slit her neck.  “You can only call me by a special name when I have the time.”

“Wh… when?”  Weggie struggled to speak as he descended, reached into her navel, and brushed her bottom belly, slipping along the private lines, shifting her movement as if triggering her explosion.  As if a jab hit her stomach when he finally reached her moist, caresses followed the folds.  “W-when, please?”  When he lifts one of her legs, stretches the responsive lips, caresses again more gently, deliberately touching the slippery walls, striking the button now and then.  “Be-Bear…”

“Shhh,” Gerald whispered next to Weggie’s ear, working gently and carefully.  “It’s not time yet, Brownie.”  Then all he heard was another whimper.

“Ple..please,” she said hoarsely, feeling her body burn optimally.  She couldn’t remember the last time she made out with the man she liked.  It was a dark time to be a woman as well as a slave to Mr. Pinn.  He didn’t have much stamina anymore, one thing that was in her favor.  But even so, she didn’t want to deny how much she hated those moments.

Now she knows how to become the real master of Mr. Pinn’s house.  It’s been months since she doesn’t need to sleep with him.

Then tonight suddenly a miracle came to him.  The man she likes seems to give her hope.  She wants to feel the warmth of love again, although not completely.  And she will fight hard for it, rise from adversity and prolonged sadness.  Because if she sits by and does nothing, then her fate will never change.

“You’re too cunning and stubborn,” Gerald whispered again, taking the time to leave a bite on her neck, then on her upper chest.  “If I don’t punish you then you will do it again right?”  He chuckled.  “Am I too dominant?  I don’t like this way, but a feisty woman like you seems to like challenging things.”  He stood out inside of her, drowned the finger, stirred inside as if it were a dough that must rise, then spilled a very sweet and delicious sauce.

He couldn’t wait to see her again breathing irregularly, arching her back, and spreading herself to receive him.  Going deeper again, as if looking for a treasure, once in a while he pressed her button as if he wanted to break the layers and make it squirt on him.

His teeth grimaced when she moved against him, picking him up who deliberately moved away so she whimpered again because it looked so cute in his eyes.

‘She turned out to be very sweet, totally different from what she always showed me,’ he thought.  ‘She always seems strong and brave, but I know she wants love and warmth too.  I…’ Failing to continue his words, his mind was muddled by various choices.  He just thought, was this the right thing?  Is he good enough for her?  Wasn’t he a man who was too disabled even to start a relationship because some of the nerves in his heart had died from the pain of the past?

His thoughts were shattered when Weggie cupped his face, looking at him with rage.  “Are you okay?”  she asked, looking worried.

He blinked as if he had just woken up from a trance.  Looking down, seeing she hadn’t spilled anything yet.  “I’m fine,” he shook his head.

But she still looked very worried, moved to grab her clothes, and intended to put them on.  “You can tell me your sadness.  Let’s just quit it tonight.”

Her sincerity shook him as if breaking into a very old wall that even forgot where the key was.  Like a warm scorching sun, suddenly able to widen his eyes, making him realize that there is still a gap that can open the wall.

“Come on, let’s sit down now!  I’ll hear your story,” Weggie continued, almost linking the buttons.  But a moment later she screamed when Gerald burst out and pinched her again, sagged the clothes, and started to stir inside her.  “Be-Beary, what are…”

“Shhh,” Gerald whispered, striking and pinching her knob back, looking at her burning and squirming.  “I just want to see you limp because of me.  I was just thinking about how to please you.”

Weggie shouted again, hitting him with shaking hips, approaching him who was hoeing her cave fast and full.

“Call my name, Brownie, or you’ll get worse than this,” whispered Gerald temptingly, as he covered her lips with his, increasing the frequency of the fingers.

He felt Weggie groan as she desperately wanted to call his name, but she failed to do so because of his kiss that silenced her lips.

‘He’s cunning!’ she thought confusedly.  ‘He didn’t let me speak.  If I don’t call his name then…’ A second later she gaped, looked up while groaning very loudly when he felt like punching her, stirring her very quickly like a tornado.  But she had not managed to mention his name.

“Not now, Brownie.”  He smashed her lips again, letting her shake under him.

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