ONE NIGHT STAND WITH HOT DUKE-Chapter 43: You’ll never get enough of me.
Valerie taunted, her voice dripping with wicked confidence as she rolled her hips deeper onto Demian’s aching length. Her words were a sultry challenge, deliberate, cruel, and intoxicating, her breath hot against his ear.
"No one will ever make you tremble, make you beg, make you come undone the way I do. Remember that every time you feel desperate for release only I can ruin you like this." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
Valerie’s nails raked down Demian’s sweat-slick back, her gaze locking onto his, taunting him with every slow, grinding motion.
"You’re already addicted, aren’t you?" she whispered, biting his lip hard. "You’ll never get enough of me."
Valerie’s movements grew even wilder atop Demian’s lap, driving him to the edge of self-control. His lips curled into a wicked, satisfied grin with every intoxicating grind of her hips, his pleasure written blatantly on his face.
Provoked by her, Demian couldn’t hold back his voice dropped to a filthy growl, pouring vulgar praise straight into her ear, making Valerie giggle breathlessly and ride him harder.
"Look at you... that cunt’s soaked just for me, you fucking slut," Demian hissed, his tone rough and dripping with lust.
His hands gripped her hips with bruising force, guiding every savage thrust, staking his claim on her body with each word.
"Your body, the sounds you make every fucking moan belongs to me. No one will ever make you scream the way I do. Louder, baby. I want everyone to know who’s fucking you tonight."
Valerie laughed, wild and taunting, her eyes flashing with heat as she bounced on his cock, grinding down even harder.
Demian’s mouth found her nipple; he latched on hungrily, sucking and biting with abandon until Valerie gasped and clawed at his sweat-slick back, leaving bright red marks as proof of their madness.
"These tits taste so fucking sweet, Val. I’ll never get tired of sucking on you. Day or night, I’ll have you in my mouth until you can’t take it anymore," Demian growled between hot, punishing licks.
The sensation made Valerie cry out, her hips bucking with reckless abandon, riding him like a wild bull, determined to break him or be broken by the sheer force of their lust.
The room throbbed with the sound of ragged breaths, filthy words, and desperate moans. Every crude praise and degrading snarl from Demian only made Valerie burn hotter, made her crave his cock pounding deeper, harder until both of them drowned in a storm of brutal, unforgettable pleasure.
They hadn’t let up not for a second. If anything, their lust grew wilder, more savage with every breath. Demian’s eyes devoured the sight before him: Valerie bent over the back of the sofa, her ass thrust up high, back arched, thighs spread wide in obscene invitation, her soaked entrance glistening in the low light.
He didn’t waste a moment. Demian gripped her hips in both hands, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises, and growled,
"This is how I want you , right here, like a filthy slut." With a single, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside her from behind, making Valerie gasp and bite down on her own lip to stifle the scream of pleasure that tore through her body.
The sofa jolted beneath them, rocking with the force of Demian’s relentless pounding he slammed into her over and over, merciless, unstoppable, filling the room with the savage rhythm of their bodies colliding.
With every thrust, Valerie moaned louder, spine bowing deeper, her ass slapping back against his hips, slick and hungry for more. Demian couldn’t get enough his words dripped filth and dominance as he leaned over her, lips brushing her ear,
"Look at you, so fucking desperate for my cock. You love being used like this, don’t you? Feel how soaked you are every time I fuck you harder? That pussy’s mine," he snarled, his voice raw with ownership.
Valerie could only whimper, her fingers clawing into the sofa for support as Demian drove into her mercilessly. The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed through the room, his hand coming down hard against her ass, making her yelp and then laugh, wild and breathless.
"Scream louder, Val. I want everyone to know who’s fucking you tonight," he demanded, slamming into her even harder, forcing her to take everything he gave and more.
Her body trembled violently, knees shaking as every ruthless thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure ripping through her.
"F-fuck... Demian, I can’t... don’t stop... harder!" Valerie cried out, voice ragged and broken by the overload of sensation. Demian grinned, sweat dripping from his brow, his hands never relenting their iron grip as he kept pounding her without mercy.
That night belonged to them raw, brutal, drenched in filth and animalistic pleasure. Nothing could tear their bodies apart they were lost to the madness of lust, worshipping and destroying each other in a frenzy of obscene delight, every second hotter and more desperate than the last.
They reached their peak together their release colliding in a blinding, devastating rush. Valerie’s body convulsed around Demian, her scream tearing through the room as he thrust into her one final time, emptying himself with a guttural growl, hips pressed flush against her trembling flesh.
For a moment, neither of them could breathe. Valerie collapsed forward, but Demian wasn’t finished. He pulled her up, spinning her into his lap, their bodies still shaking from the aftershocks.
His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight claiming, possessing, refusing to let her go. He devoured her lips in a fierce, endless kiss, their mouths pressed together desperately, the taste of sweat and passion lingering. Valerie whimpered into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as if she’d drown without him.
Demian’s hunger didn’t fade; he showered her face, her neck, her swollen lips with kisses hungry, worshipful, insatiable. He pressed his forehead to hers, eyes wild, lips searching for hers again and again. Every touch, every kiss was heavy with the promise that he would never let her go, not for a second, not even after the storm of pleasure faded.
Valerie melted into his embrace, her body still quivering from release, craving more of his fierce devotion and the taste of his lips. In that moment, tangled together in the aftermath of their climax, nothing else mattered but the feverish love burning between them.
"I love you, Valerie,"
