Page 91 of Stolen Princess

“Does it make me sound juvenile to say I don’t like picturing you with other women, whether you’ll compare them to me or not?”

“No. I fucking hate the idea of you having anyone else but me.”

I tug a lock of her hair and pull her in to kiss me, high with need, even as pain twists in my gut. This is so fleeting. By this time tomorrow, it’ll be over.

Going into a crunch, I cover her lips with mine, eating her up and tasting her. My hands dive into her hair, and I pull her closer, sliding her up my chest so I can devour her. Our tongues meet with more heat and lust than I’ve ever experienced before. I’m gone on her. Completely gone. She buzzes under my skin like a tattoo. A permanent undercurrent.

Today with her was the roughest, dirtiest, hottest sex of my life.

But right now, knowing what tomorrow brings and what this night is, I don’t want dirty or rough. I want to take it slow. Erase time.

I pull her shirt over her head, and she shimmies out of her shorts. It’s cute that she even put them on when we both knew they weren’t going to stay there long. We have trouble keeping our hands to ourselves. An hour or two, and we’re all over each other, our passion never quite sated, always desperate for more.

I’ve never had that before, where I couldn’t get enough of someone.

I kiss my way across her face and down her neck. She moans and arches her head back and to the side to give me better access. So sweet. So soft. Smells so good. I nuzzle into her, sucking on her skin, tasting and biting her. I roll her so she’s beneath me, and I continue kissing down her body, over her breasts. I suck a nipple into my mouth, laving it with my tongue. My hand cups it, plumping it up so I can feed on more of it.

Desta’s hands are in my hair, her moans filling the night and eclipsing the waves and crackling of the fire. My other hand wanders down her body, but I get stuck on her belly. I’ve been coming inside her like a hapless fool. Am I doing that because of raw need and passion taking over, or am I doing that as a way to possibly bind myself to her?

I’m not the fatherly type. I’m not the happily-ever-after guy.

But the thought that my child could be growing inside my princess makes me harder than fucking steel, and I want to come in her over and over again. A million times more. A million times harder.

Instead, I focus on her tits, kissing and sucking them, marking them with hickeys and teeth. My girl has bruises all over her, thumb and fingerprints along with teeth marks on her tits, belly, and inner thighs. I’ve been feral and made no apologies for it.

I tickle my way back up to her mouth, tilting our heads and plunging in, getting lost in the euphoria. Her thighs come up to my hips, and she angles her pussy up, rubbing my cock, lubing it up. I groan and move my hips, sliding up and down her cunt, pressing the head of my cock in on her clit, feeling her wet fucking heat.

I snatch her bottom lip between my teeth and suck it deep into my mouth. My hands press into the blanket on either side of her head so I can grind against her cunt. I watch her face, loving how she rolls her hips and clings to mine. I grunt, so fucking hard for her, I’m seeing stars, my entire blood supply pulsing against her.

I’m addicted to her, and it sucks because quitting cold turkey will leave me in a withdrawal there will be no returning from.

“Ferrin,” she cries as I swivel and hit her clit again and again, sliding along her opening without diving in. “Please. I need.”

I need to. But I also need her to come for me.

“This first,” I tell her. “Then I’ll fill you up. I’ll stretch you so good. Feed you every inch of me until that’s all you can feel.”

“Yes,” she cries, her eyes closing and her head twisting to the side, tense with pleasure. I press my feet into the sleeping bag and drive against her. She’s shaking, her breathing labored, and her cunt so slick and hot I’m losing my mind.

“So beautiful,” I rasp, moving my hand so I can hold her, my thumbs along her wrists. She’s getting close. She has these incredible tells aside from how her cunt gets wet. Her cheeks flame red, and she takes her lip between her teeth. Every time, that’s how it’s been. I move faster, work her deeper, rub and fuck against her clit harder.

“Ah, ah,” she whimpers, biting harder into her lip. Her breathing is all over the place, and her fists ball up as she comes. I continue to push against her, moving faster, and forcing myself not to come despite how fucking good this feels. Just before she finishes, I thrust deep into her, causing her to squeal, “Oh fuck!”

Her pussy is so tight. So swollen as it grips me. She’s still contracting from her orgasm, and holy fuck is that good.

I grunt, pumping my hips into her, using every muscle I can to make sure I grind in. My cock rushes with heat, and my balls draw up, but I’m not ready to come. Not yet. Her hips hike higher up my sides, and I release her wrist so I can draw back and grasp her hips.

I stare down at her, my knees digging into the sleeping bag and sand beneath it. I lift her ass and plow into her, using my grip to control her. Her tits jiggle and bounce, and her hands fly above her head, pushing against the rock we’re abutting.

My fucks are deep, even, and slow. Not fast or furious. This is control. This is penetrating. This is feeling.

“So good. So fucking good.” Sweat coats my brow and back. “Come here.” I pull her up until she’s sitting on me, our chests crushed together. I hold her up and pump up into her, watching her face as I slide in and out with only her tight cunt as resistance. I’m just a little too big for her, even with how wet she is.

It’s a stretch every time, and I can’t get enough of it.

Nothing has ever felt better than being inside of her.

She swivels her hips forward and back, up and down, taking me in as deep as she can. So deep there’s nowhere else for me to go. Her arms are around my neck, and when her head falls back while she rides me, I suck and lick at her throbbing pulse.