Page 69 of Princess Claimed

I chuckle. “Let’s agree to disagree on that one.”

“Okay.” Her bare sex slides against my upper abs. “But I’m right.”

“We’ll see about that.” My fingers slide between her ass cheeks, and her shiny dress rises to bunch around her waist. I want to rip it right off her, but it’s clear that she loves the garment, and at this moment I don’t have the patience to remove it with care.

Reaching from behind, my fingers tease through her folds, gathering moisture, and she shudders in my arms. Drawing one of my dampened fingers back, I play with her asshole.

She tenses. “No one’s ever.” She shakes her head. “No one I’ve ever invited has been inside me back there.”

No one who’s been invited… My cock screams in my pants. Pick me! Invite me! But I’m far too big to fuck her ass. Maybe a finger? I press a little harder, but her body tenses again. Clearly she’s not in to having that hole filled. And all I want to do is give her pleasure, however she most wants it.

I slide my hand to cup her ass again, and she leans forward looking into my eyes with so much joy it nearly stops my heart.

“I thought I wasn’t destined for love,” she says with wonder in her voice. “I’d known Timur for a long time, and I truly cared about him. So, when I realized I didn’t love him, I assumed I’d never be in love. That if I didn’t love Timur, I wasn’t capable of feeling love.”

“Same here.” Shifting, I sandwich her in my arms, sliding one between her legs from the front, and one from behind. This way, I can stroke through her folds from both directions. She does not seem to mind.

I accidentally graze her back hole again, but this time she shudders.

“I never believed in love,” I tell her. “Sounded like bullshit. And even if it did exist, it wasn’t for me.”

“You were taught to ignore your emotions.” Her back undulates as I circle both entrances, marveling at how wet she’s become, how her body seems to produce a never-ending stream of lubrication to give us both pleasure.

“Yeah,” I respond. “But I was an expert emotion blocker even before the master’s training.” I shake my head. “Truth is, I convinced myself love was bullshit, mostly because, after all I’d done and because of how I am, I didn’t think anyone would ever love me.”

Her eyes widen, and she opens her mouth to speak, but I press mine against hers to trap the words. The lip-to-lip touch is electric, but after kissing her for a few moments, I pull back. Once this escalates, we might go for hours, and thoughts are forming in my mind that I want to get out. I need to get them out or I might explode.

“I don’t deserve to feel this good.” I look down. “Not after all the horrible things I’ve done.”

“Oh, Phil.” She pulses her hips against my hands, her eyelids fluttering. “You do deserve love. You deserve so much love.”

My chest swells painfully, ready to explode with emotion. “When you say it, I almost believe it.”

“You deserve love, Phil.” A devilish grin invades her expression. “Will you let me show you how much love you deserve?”

I chuckle. “You already have.” I wink at her. “Dozens of times, if I recall.”

Pushing back against my chest, she slides down my body and lowers her feet to the floor, but I move along with her, returning both hands to her sex as I sit on the edge of the soft seat.

“Do you trust me?” She wiggles against the pressure between her legs.

“With my very life.”

“Good.”

She steps back, and my hands slide out from between her legs. Then she beckons for me to follow her to a massive, fur-covered bed on the other side of the room.

I couldn’t care less where I fuck her, as long as my cock lands deep inside her soon.

“Sit against the head of the bed,” she says, her voice taking a commanding tone.

When she first used that tone on me, I was unbelievably pissed off, but now it makes my cock jump to attention. At least as much as it can jump under these dark jeans. And if I’m honest, it made my cock hard the other times, too.

Obeying, I sit where she asked.

“Take off your jeans,” she says.

I can see wheels spinning inside her beautiful, mysterious, and clever head. Before meeting the four of us, Ana didn’t have much experience with sex, but her sense of adventure and willingness to experiment is part of what makes Ana, Ana. And it’s part of why I love her so deeply.

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