Page 38 of Claiming His Throne
“Are you always prepared?” I laugh.
“You think I’m going to pass up getting my dick into you because I don’t have a condom? I’m not a fucking moron,” he says.
I watch as he rolls the condom down his shaft. He shifts his knees until he’s between my legs and the tip of his cock is lined up with my entrance.
“Do you want this?” he asks me.
I nod my head.
“Words, Molly.”
“Yes,” I say out loud.
“Good girl.” He slowly pushes into me, not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt. “Fuck me, I swear you feel better every fucking time,” Alfie groans.
“Same.” I moan when he pulls out and slams back into me.
Alfie lifts my legs, hooking my knees under his forearms and leaning forward. The position opens me right up to him and, somehow, it feels like he goes deeper. And then he’s fucking me—hard, fast—until my pussy clenches so tight around him as another orgasm tears through me. A minute later, Alfie grunts with his own release.
My legs land back on the mattress, and Alfie rolls over, pulling me with him so I’m lying on top of him. “That was…” He kisses the top of my forehead. “So fucking good.”
“Yeah, it was,” I agree. “We’re really good at this.”
“Well, you know what they say about things you’re good at.”
“What do they say?” I ask him.
“That you should keep doing them.” He smirks.
“That is not a saying.” I laugh.
Hudson gives us a knowing look when we return to our seats just before the plane is ready for landing. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything. I blush though. He probably heard everything we did in that room.
Alfie leans over and does my belt up again.
“You do know I can do that,” I tell him.
“I know, but I like securing you in place.” He winks.
“Gross. Keep your kinky-ass shit in the bedroom, please,” Hudson grumbles.
When the plane finally lands, I walk out and look up at the sky. It’s gray. Of course it is, just like the gray clouds hanging over my mood now that I’m closer to my parents’ home. I didn’t even think to ask Alfie what he was planning to do.
“Are you going straight back to Vegas?” I ask him.
“What?”
“Now? Are you returning to Vegas?”
He blinks at me and shakes his head. “Come on.” Taking my hand in his, he leads me to a waiting car and opens the door.
When I get in, he closes the door and I watch as he says something to Hudson, who then goes and gets into the car in front of this one. Alfie climbs in next to me and the car starts moving.
“What are you doing?” I side-eye him.
“I’m coming with you.”
“What?”
