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Andre

"Teach me how to please you, Andre," Mabel whispered as she stared up at me from on her knees.

While naked.

And I was not dreaming this time.

Her guards had been at my house when I'd arrived home, informing me that she'd used her key and was inside. I'd figured that she'd set up dinner for us, but when I'd asked where she was, she told me upstairs.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought she'd been waiting naked on her knees for me.

"This makes my day—my whole week better," I whispered.

"That was the goal," she admitted. "I want to take care of my lover tonight."

I bit back a groan. "Anything I want?"

She slowly nodded, giving me a shy look. "You have been so patient, so good to me, Andre. I know it has not been easy and—I want to be the same to you."

I reached down and picked her up under her arms, startling her and setting her on her feet. I gave her a soft kiss. "Undress me, darling. I want to feel you undress me. Take care of me."

She nodded and started with the buttons of my jacket. I watched her intently as she pushed it off my shoulders. Heat filled her eyes as she worked on my shirt next and exposed my muscles. She loved how built I was, and now that she'd used her scar cream on me, the scars I'd had from war were mostly gone.

And she liked the view of me.

"Kiss my body the way I kiss yours, Mabel," I instructed. I groaned when she did, her soft lips kissing my pecs and shoulders before my arms and then my hands. The minx took the time to kiss each of my fingers before moving to my belt. "Those fingers will be inside of you bringing you pleasure before I fuck your cunt."

Her eyes glazed over and she squirmed a bit. It turned out Mabel was a very erotic woman with a high sex drive. It hadn't even been two weeks since she'd lost her virginity with both Ian and me, and she'd made sure to have sex at least once a day since.

Mostly twice. I knew Ian had slept over and made love to her this morning, and now she was here the moment I was done with work, before dinner even, and we were going to have sex again.

To be clear, I was not complaining. It was simply… Surprising.

The good kind.

She had my pants off after my shoes and socks, and then I stood there before her fully naked.

"Kiss me all over, Mabel."

She did. Goddess love the woman, she kissed my thighs, my knees—even my damn feet.

I held out my cock to her. "Kiss every inch of it like my woman should."

She leaned in to do it but hesitated. "It's not because you have a title now. It's because we are ready."

I gave her a soft smile. "I know. We did not make love because your scars were healed. We love each other and were ready. We are not petty with each other."

Relief filled her eyes. "I do love you." She took in a slow breath and let it out. "I wanted to please the cock that fucks me all night and makes me so happy. I wanted to welcome my lover home on my knees and worship my man."

"Mabel, suck my cock before I explode on your face, you are turning me on so much."

Her eyes went wide and she quickly kissed the tip of my cock… And it twitched to say hello to her. Her tongue darted out and licked the liquid there for her, and I groaned when her eyes glazed over again.

"Open," I growled, pushing into her mouth gently when she did. "Tastes good?" I was glad when she whimpered. "It tastes like yours."

She liked hearing that, taking more in her mouth. I teased her wild hair and let her set the pace.

"Was my woman lonely working by herself today?" I asked as she greedily sucked me, clearly liking it. I groaned when she nodded. "I am going to fuck you so much you are sated and worn out. I am going to give you everything you need that Ian will not even get a chance to have you and then you will get to watch him fuck me. Do you want to watch that again, Mabel?"

She did, and she loved the naughty talk. She tried to take too much of my cock and choked a bit, looking up at me and ready to be yelled at probably.

Instead, she saw how much I enjoyed her enthusiasm. I licked my lips and let her see what I was feeling, not willing to scare her and say something so crass… But I would not hide it from her either.

I pushed her head a bit, letting her know what I wanted. Mabel really was the perfect woman because she sucked harder and took too much again so she gagged. It felt fantastic. I knew I was a bit much, but I wanted her to want me so much it was a little over the top.

I wanted her obsessed with me like I was her.

"Swallow it all or I will punish you," I warned her, my voice darker than normal.

I let her back off a bit so she really did not choke and moaned her name as I finished in her mouth. She swallowed it all and there was a delicious slurp as I pulled out of her mouth. I ran my thumb around her lips and then she licked that too. Her eyes were filled with hope but also worry that I was not happy with what she'd done.

"No one has ever made me feel as good as you just did doing that. Even Ian, but I will deny it if you tell him that because I could not ever hurt him by saying that." I nodded when her eyes went wide. "You wanted to please me so much that I felt it every second, and it was beyond sexual and words, darling. It was perfection and so are you."

"It was fun," she admitted quietly, her face blushing more than being flushed from arousal.

I bent down and picked her up before tossing her on the bed. I smirked at her and how she landed, growling when she went to move instead of being spread out. "Say what I want to hear, darling."

She licked her lips. "Will you please my cunt again, Andre?"

I ran my tongue over my teeth and stopped staring at her body, meeting her gaze. "Why do you never call me something nicer? Honey or lover? Darling or something? I want to hear that from your mouth."

She flinched but then sat up. "I like calling you Andre. It's such a nice name and…" She looked away and blushed again, all the way up to her ears and down her chest.

"What? Tell me," I muttered as I moved closer. I swallowed a sigh when she shook her head, reminding myself to be patient. I sat and pulled her onto my lap, brushing her hair off her shoulder and kissing her skin. "Please? I want to understand. I love you, Mabel. We should be able to talk about anything."

I felt bad for playing that card almost like a weapon, but I told her so much, and sometimes she was so closed off to me.

She sighed and leaned into me. "I think I am a jealous woman—possessive—and it's unfair when I am with the two of you. I do not want you to think me mean."

I did not respond right away, reaching down and cupping her breast which she liked. "I think my heart will feel more secure and that you cherish me if you are a bit possessive of me. I think I deserve to be the judge of if it's too much since it involves me." I turned her to face me so she was straddling my lap. "I also think you said whatever I wanted tonight, and I want to know."

She narrowed her eyes at me but then let out a cute huff which turned into a moan as I cupped her breasts and kissed them. "Other women cannot call you Andre. They call you ‘Commander' or now will use ‘Marquis.' Only I can—should call you Andre. It's the name your mother gave you, and while I hate that you lost her, it's only for me to use."

I groaned, deeply and primally. I dumped her off my lap and spread her legs as wide as I could. She opened her mouth to say something, but I gave her a hard look. "Quiet. You do nothing but moan that name. You are damn right that you are the only woman who will say it. Moan it. Scream it." I leaned down and licked her dripping cunt.

"Andre," she whimpered.

"Thank you for giving me permission to be just as possessive with you, Mabel. It's the best gift I could ever want."

She shivered and it seemed like the perfect reaction.

I attacked her cunt, making it clear that it was mine and it climaxed when I wanted. I licked every inch of it as I shoved my fingers deep in her like she loved. I demanded she scream my name while pinching her nipples when she got close and my perfect woman did.

"Do you want that again or for me to fuck you?"

"I want to please you," she whispered, her chest heaving and her body still shaking.

I smirked at her. "I think that's the first real lie you have told me, darling. I should punish you."

Instead, I did more delicious things to her.

"I love you, Andre," she whispered when I was done and holding her tightly against me.

"I love you too, Mabel." I kissed her soft hair. "Thank you for giving me the fantasy I craved. It's been such a rough week. It was—you were exactly what I needed."

She was quiet a moment. "We are not finished, right?"

I chuckled softly, feeling it deep in my chest. "No, just letting your body rest before I fuck your tight cunt." I ran my hand over her back when she shivered. "I must admit, I find it surprising how much you like when I speak like that to you. You were so against my being crass and—"

"I would not if it was not you or Ian. I know it," she said firmly. "It's something about how gentle you both are with me. You are…"

"What, darling?" I asked, kissing her hair again as my fingers danced along her naked skin.

"You are both very commanding men. You talk and people listen. You are no-nonsense, but with me, you are gentle and patient. You are—sometimes you are like a big puppy that pouts. That's how I know you love me so much." She angled her head and met my gaze. "So I know in my heart it's never you looking down at me. It's the intensity of your desire for me."

I smiled at her. "It is. It's the…" I licked my lips, trying to think of the world. "Spice. It's extra spice thrown in. I might be adding a bit too much for now, but it's a spice you have never tried before and you like it. I am a bit addicted to it because you like it. I have had it before, but it was not that good until you liked it. Now I love it."

Her eyes flashed heat and a healthy dose of jealousy. "Really? You have had it before."

"It did not taste anything like when I have it with you. It was not very good spice then. This is top quality, very fresh, exquisite spice."

"Oh really?" she challenged as she pushed up, staring over me possessively.

"I swear it to the goddess," I said firmly.

Her gaze snapped to mine. "Another woman does not need to be mentioned in our bed, even the goddess."

My cock twitched, her saying that turning me on and she saw it. "As my darling wishes."

"What spice does my lover want next?"

I licked my lips. "Whatever you want to give me."

She seemed to reach deep then, moving to sit back on her feet, letting me stare at her with her hair flowing all around her. "I want my cunt to please you. I want your cum in my cunt, Andre. I need you to fuck me."

"Get on my cock," I growled, so ridiculously turned on it was not even funny. I nodded that I was not kidding and grabbed her to move with me. I moved up against the headboard and positioned her to straddle my hips, guiding her to take my cock inside of her. "Move as you want, darling. Take care of me."

She clearly wanted to but seemed hesitant, so I kept my hand on her hip and guided her… And she fucking loved it. She loved having the control to do what she wanted. Mabel put on the sexiest show for me as she worked her slim hips and touched her tits as she rode me. I reached up and teased her clit and she exploded.

It was one of the prettiest sights of my life as she completely came undone. I did not even realize I was close to orgasming I was so enraptured with her, but I finished right after her, and I came so hard that it hurt.

"I am sorry, I need you again and I cannot be gentle," I warned her when we were done.

She nodded, gasping for air and her eyes still glazed over. "Please, Andre, fuck me again. Please, I want that again."

She really needed to stop begging or I could hurt her.

I was careful when I pulled out of her before moving some pillows and flipping her over so she was face down on them. Then I plunged back into her willing body and fucked her harder than I should have. I meant to curb my strength.

I did. I truly did… But every moan, every time she came and cried out my name, I just lost control more—needed her more. I wanted her so desperately and wanted her to want me as much. I wanted her to crave what I could give her so much that I lost my head.

She screamed my name again as I grunted and finished deep in her body, sweat dripping off of both of us it had been so physical and for so long. Her voice cut out as I thrust with the pulses of my climax.

"Bloody fuck, Andre, did you fuck her into passing out?" Ian demanded from the doorway.

I glanced up as I gave a final thrust, my cock finally spent. Then what he said hit me and I looked down, realizing she was not simply exhausted… She had fainted.

I winced as I gently pulled out of her body. She was going to have bruises from how tightly I held her, marks already all over her and probably raw in intimate places. "I will tend to her and pay whatever penance I should."

Ian snorted. "At least try to sound like you are sorry."

"I am not, and I am a bastard for that," I accepted.

He rolled his eyes at me. "She sounded like she enjoyed it. Luckily, the guards know or they would have run in here." He sighed when I frowned at him. "I could hear her from down the street. Yes, I have elevated hearing, but the one outside at the front door absolutely heard her screams of passion, idiot."

I winced. "In my defense—"

"You have no defense," he snapped.

I raised an eyebrow as I moved off the bed and lifted her in my arms. "Want to bet?"

He studied me before crossing his arms over his chest. "Fine. Change my mind."

I nodded to where he was standing. "She was naked right there when I came home. On her knees." I kept nodding when his mouth dropped open. "And told me to teach her how to please me."

It took him several tries to speak, but then he huffed and rubbed his neck. "You win."

"Yup. Oh, and you are fucking me when she wakes up. She wants to see that."

"Bloody fuck," he groaned. "Seriously, is she a sex addict?" He gave me a serious look when I snorted. "We made love this morning, Andre."

"I know."

"Twice."

"I know."

"And I gave her multiple rounds of oral sex as well."

"Are you seriously complaining that she has too high of a sex drive? Or that we are too good at giving her what she wants?"

He opened his mouth but then immediately closed it. "No, I am not actually that stupid. I think I am more asking? I do not have any real experience with women. My only real relationship was with you. So… I think I am asking."

Great, because my only real relationship had been with him. I simply stared at him and then snorted. "If she is, I think we simply be grateful. As long as it's not hurting her—and it's not since she can heal herself and has creams—then we all enjoy it."

"Maybe not so loudly unless at my house," he grumbled.

"Yeah, she's only allowed to be on top at your house," I agreed.

"She was on top?" he asked, following after me as I carried her to the bathroom. "Truly?"

"Yeah, and it was life-changing. Like, I fucked her brains out it was too much for me to handle."

He was quiet as I gently cleaned up Mabel and used the cream I was supposed to. "Um, any suggestions—what did you do for her to greet you that way? Just asking for—well, not a friend. Asking for me."

I laughed. I laughed because I completely understood but honestly, I had no clue. Mabel was amazing?

It was the only answer I really had.