ONE NIGHT STAND WITH HOT DUKE-Chapter 59: Delicious anger

Demian whispered, biting down on her jaw as he fucked her harder, relentless, determined to ruin her resolve until she was nothing but a mess of sweat, tears, and want beneath him.

Demian had been right Valerie’s anger had melted away, replaced with shameless, burning lust.

Now she was straddling him without a hint of embarrassment, her naked hips grinding wantonly in Demian’s lap, his cock buried deep inside her. Every roll of her body sent shivers up both their spines; they moaned together, breathless and desperate for more.

"So this is what my woman looks like when she’s angry?" Demian taunted, his grip tightening on her waist as he watched her ride him with abandon, her skin flushed and marked by his bites and scratches.

Valerie’s face burned red, her lips parted and wet, making Demian’s hunger spike even hotter.

"Clever girl... you’re getting even better at driving me wild," Demian groaned, his voice thick with filthy praise.

Valerie dropped her gaze, caught his mouth in a savage kiss, then bit down playfully, making him growl with pleasure.

"So, tell me which feels better? Me, or Lady Kosler?" Valerie whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief and jealousy as she rocked her hips faster, pushing Demian’s cock so deep inside her he could barely breathe.

Demian froze for a moment at the mention of that name. But then he yanked her closer by the nape of her neck and kissed her softly slow, tongue and lips swallowing any trace of rivalry.

"There’s no other woman like you in this world... so fuck me and make me forget anyone else ever existed," Demian murmured against her lips.

Valerie pressed her mouth to his harder, never once slowing the rhythm of her hips each movement wilder and deeper, her pussy squeezing him so tight Demian could do nothing but groan and surrender to the pleasure she unleashed.

In the heat of it all, Demian bent forward, taking Valerie’s breast into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue gently until she arched, her whole body tensing as another raw moan broke free.

Their bodies moved in perfect, frantic rhythm, sweat slicking their skin as Valerie rode Demian mercilessly.

Breathless and insatiable, they lost themselves in each other until Demian suddenly gripped Valerie’s hips and flipped her beneath him, pinning her wrists above her head as he thrust into her hard enough to make the bed slam against the wall.

But the bed wasn’t enough. Demian swept Valerie up in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist, cock still buried inside her as he carried her across the room.

He set her down on the edge of the desk, knocking papers and pens to the floor, and plunged into her from behind. Valerie could only gasp and moan, her breasts pressed against the cold wood, his hands gripping her ass as he pounded her harder, deep enough to make her whole body tremble.

He didn’t let up even as Valerie’s legs buckled with pleasure, Demian pulled her up, spinning her to face him, lifting her so she straddled him as he stood by the window.

Sunlight spilled across their naked bodies as Valerie rode him shamelessly, her hands tangled in his hair, her hips grinding with wild, desperate need. Demian pressed her against the glass, thrusting upward until she was crying out, nails raking down his back.

Not satisfied, they staggered together to the bathroom, lips locked, Valerie giggling breathlessly between kisses as Demian pinned her against the cool tiles of the shower.

Water sprayed over their tangled bodies, making every touch slicker. Demian dropped to his knees, mouth worshipping between her thighs, sucking and licking with obscene hunger until Valerie was shaking and clutching at his hair, begging for more.

He rose, spinning her around so her palms slapped the wet tiles, then rammed into her from behind. Every thrust echoed in the steamy air, Valerie’s moans mixing with Demian’s guttural groans.

Their bodies collided again and again, water cascading over them, until Valerie’s legs gave out. Demian caught her, holding her tight as he slammed into her one last time, both of them crying out as they came together, shuddering and gasping in each other’s arms.

Spent and grinning, they collapsed together on the shower floor, Valerie curling into Demian’s chest as his hand slid lazily up her thigh.

"Now tell me," Demian breathed against her ear, "can anyone else fuck you like I do?"

Valerie gazed at Demian, her breath still shaky, eyes wide with honesty and raw desire.

"I’ve only ever been with one man, and that’s you," she whispered softly, innocence blending with the heat simmering between them.

Her confession hung in the steamy air, making Demian’s grin grow wolfish his eyes glinting with pride and savage possessiveness.

Without another word, Demian crashed his mouth onto Valerie’s, kissing her with hungry desperation. He pressed her body against the slick shower wall, hot water pouring over their skin, making every touch slippery and electric.

Demian’s hands slid under Valerie’s thighs, lifting her effortlessly, pinning her to the wet glass then, with a single hard thrust, he plunged inside her again, relentless and unyielding. Valerie moaned, surrendering completely, her fingers digging into Demian’s shoulders as her back arched, overwhelmed by the raw, pounding pleasure.

They fucked standing beneath the streaming water, bodies colliding in a feverish rhythm each thrust making Valerie tremble and cry out, their voices mixing with the sound of water beating down around them.

But the shower was just the beginning. Breathless and aching for more, they stumbled back to the bed, laughter and gasping kisses tumbling from their lips. Demian pulled Valerie on top of him, both of them giggling between filthy kisses and teasing caresses.

He stroked down her spine, then flipped her over and pinned her, driving into her for another round. Valerie wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, legs locking around his waist, the bed creaking in time with their urgent moans and shameless, playful teasing.

At last, after one final, earth-shattering climax that left their bodies shaking and sweat-soaked, Valerie collapsed onto Demian’s chest. Their breathing slowed, skin still slick and bodies tangled. Amidst soft laughter and gentle, exhausted kisses, they finally drifted off to sleep together limbs intertwined, warmth and satisfaction radiating through the room.

The next morning, Valerie woke to the sensation of warmth and wetness on her chest.

Blinking sleepily, she found Demian gently sucking and playing with her nipple, his lips soft and persistent against her skin. A smile curved on Valerie’s lips.

"Is my chest really that good?" she teased, voice still husky from sleep.

Demian glanced up at her, eyes half-shut with pleasure.

"It’s sweet... delicious... and so soft," he mumbled, words muffled by her flesh, refusing to let go.

Valerie giggled, squirming a little under his attention.

"But it tickles," she protested softly.

"Let me enjoy it," Demian replied, his tone low and insistent, mouth still locked onto her breast.

Valerie smiled wider, threading her fingers through Demian’s hair and tugging playfully. Demian looked up, grinning a wicked glint in his eye.

"You know," he murmured, shifting up to press her thighs open with his body and pinning her down, "you always look so happy when I do this to you."

Valerie laughed, legs spreading easily around his waist. "That’s because you look like a greedy little boy when you’re like this,"