Page 69 of Stolen Princess

“Ah. Oh shit. Oh fuck,” she cries, her muscles tightening as her orgasm explodes through her. She grinds her pussy into my face, riding me, as she holds onto my hair and the wall and fucks me as I’m fucking her.

Her face is twisted up in pleasure, and I’ve never—I swear, fucking never—seen anything more beautiful than she is right now. Her pussy grips my fingers, and I dig in on her front wall, pushing her orgasm to the max while I continue to lightly swirl her sensitive clit.

She sags against the wall, her shaky leg barely holding her up. I give her clit a gentle kiss and set her other leg on the shower floor before I stand. Her eyes slowly open, smoky and drunk, and I paint her lips with her cum before I slick them into my mouth, then kiss her. My tongue swirls with hers the way it did in her cunt, and she clings to me, climbing up onto her toes so she can rub her body against mine.

She grabs my cock again, and I wheeze out a ragged breath.

“Too hard?”

“Me or your grip?”

She giggles against my lips, and I smile back, my heart doing something funny in my chest.

“You know how to touch me. I want to know how to touch you.” My little virgin is fearless when she wants something.

I cover her hand with mine and stroke my cock, showing her how I like it. After a few times, I release her, and she pumps me on her own. Bloody stars dance behind my eyes. Christ. My face drops to her neck, and I suck on her skin, inching lower until I get her nipple in my mouth. She continues to work my dick, and for a woman who’s never done anything like this before, she’s fucking fantastic at it.

“Just like that, princess,” I murmur against her skin as I circle my tongue around her tits. I bite them. Mark them with my teeth. She moans and squeals, arching into me and drawing away as if she doesn’t know if she loves it or hates it or some combination of both.

“Ferrin, please,” she begs as I suck her hot, wet skin between my teeth.

“That’s it.” I rub my hand around her pussy again before I cup it, slip two fingers back into her, and lift her up.

“Ah!” she screams but wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, which shoves my fingers in deeper. I turn off the shower and walk us out, but I don’t make it far. I set her on the edge of the counter, her ass nearly falling into the sink, but I need to kiss her more, and the bedroom is too fucking far in this suite.

She shivers, and I snatch a towel from the rack and wrap it around her.

I push her wet hair back and over the towel before I devour her mouth. I push my fingers back inside her, needing to feel her. To get her ready for me. I’m not fucking her with them. I’m working her. Stretching her. She moans and rocks into me before she regrips my cock and moves it toward her pussy.

“It won’t be that easy,” I warn.

“Nothing with you has been,” she counters.

“I have to be gentle.” That reminder is more for me than her.

She bites my lip. Hard. Her nails scrape up my back, and she rubs her pussy on the tip of my cock. “I nearly died twice today, but I never really felt alive before now. Show me what it feels like to live. To get fucked. To be found.”

God. I’m so fucked with this girl. She’s not the only one who finally feels alive. Who feels found.

“You’re not on any birth control.” It’s not a question. I know she’s not. I also don’t have condoms on me, or maybe I have one in my wallet, but I’m not going to get it. I’m going to take her bare. Something I’ve never done before. My cock thrums with blood, and I thrust into her hand and against her opening, moving my hand and fingers so more of my cock can touch her. She’s coating me in her, and I glance down to see it.

Her cunt is glistening, and so is the head of my cock. It’s such a lewd, perfect sight, I could come just from this. I’m going to have to pull out of her, but fucking hell, do I want to come inside her.

I pull my fingers from her cunt and remove her hand from my cock so I can grip myself. I play with her, swirling my head around her opening and up to her clit. She’s breathless against my lips, her nails in my shoulders as she rocks forward and up, trying to drive me inside of her.

I’m dying right now. All I want to do is slam into her, but I can’t. She’s been through so much, and though I don’t give two shits about royal bloodlines or any of that, she’s my princess, and I won’t hurt her. I don’t think I could. She’s the first person I’ve wanted to be good to, and it hums through my body like a confession. Like an edict.

I lick my palm and rub it around my cock before I press it back against her opening. I draw back and with my eyes on hers—another fucking thing I’ve never done before—I start to push into her.

Her eyes widen, and her mouth opens in a silent gasp. Her gaze flickers down to where we’re joined, and she watches as I give her my cock one inch at a time. It’s a hell of a stretch and the tightest fit of my fucking life, but god in heaven, nothing has ever felt better.

Her nails dig in deeper, and she whimpers, her lip back in her teeth.

“Does it hurt?”

She nods.

“Dig your nails into me, darlin’. Hurt me back. I can take it. Show me what it feels like when I break you open.” I lean forward and capture her mouth, licking it and kissing her.