Page 73 of Princess Claimed

“Please,” I cry out, my voice hoarse.

“Please what?” She looks up. She’s not teasing. She really doesn’t know.

“Lick me. Suck me. Take my cock into your mouth.” I’m shocked at my tone, but she doesn’t seem to mind, in fact it seems to turn her on.

Her tongue lashes out, and she licks a circle around my head.

I growl. Her gaze lifts up to lock with mine, and then she continues to explore me, her tongue growing more adventurous, more aggressive, and the look in her eyes drives me wild. With the tip of her tongue, she tastes the escaped spunk at my tip, and her eyes flutter—her entire body shudders—and then she takes my head right into her mouth.

My girth stretches her lips to their limit, but she doesn’t seem to mind. And the sight helps me imagine how it must look when my cock stretches open her cunt.

Holding my head in her mouth, she sucks me, and my hands grip the fur behind my cuffed hands, digging in so tightly I might tear holes in the pelt, but she doesn’t stop. As she sucks on my cock’s head, her tongue circles and strokes, and it’s the best fucking thing I have ever felt.

No. Her cunt contracting around me feels better, but this is a close second, and really, why do I have to choose? This can’t be ranked.

Taking more of me inside her mouth, she gags. Easing back, she closes her eyes, as if concentrating on the task of sucking and slurping and stroking me with her lips, with her tongue, and now her hands too.

Short-fused bombs grow inside me, desperate to detonate, and I fight my restraints as her mouth works the top few inches of my rod, milking it like it’s the source of life.

“Stop!” I growl.

Her lips pop off, and her hooded eyes rise, revealing alarm.

“Sorry to shout, my love.” Trying to regain my breath, I shake my head. “I’m going to explode. I thought you’d prefer that to happen inside your cunt.”

“I wonder…” A curious grin spreads over her lips, but then she shakes her head. “We can try that another time.”

Moving her tiny body, she positions herself above my stiff rod until it pushes against her entrance. I grit my teeth. If she stays like this a second longer, I’ll fire my load outside her.

Using both hands to hold my rod in place, she shifts and wiggles, struggling to get me inside her without help. Then, seemingly satisfied with her positioning, she relaxes her legs and lets her body drop. I breach her entrance.

She cries out and her head tips back, and for a split second I fear that I’ve torn her in two, but she moves her hands to my chest, placing her feet on either side of my seated body, as she rides my cock. I can think of no other way to describe her motions. Rising up and down, she bobs her tiny body over mine as my thickness impales her.

Her eyes are tightly closed, her face in a grimace, as she struggles to pull me in deeper, renewing my fear that I’m hurting her, but then she looks into my eyes, and I no longer have any questions. Even if she’s feeling some pain, she’s loving it, and slowly, her slick inner muscles continue to relax, letting more and more of me inside.

Thinking about her juices ignites my final fuse. My body explodes, and my cock shoots everything I have, everything I am, into her tiny body. I am hers now. Fully hers.

Over and over, I erupt. Dozens of internal bombs shoot their payload, and she cries out in pleasure, leaning over me, continuing to rise and fall, as her body milks my output.

She moves with renewed vigor, but my body is done. I have never felt so spent. So exhausted.

Slipping off my cock, she curls against my chest. “That was amazing.”

“Fucking hell, Ana. I think you ruined me.”

She looks up into my eyes to check on me, then smiles softly. I’m the one who ruins women, the one who leaves them physically exhausted and so flooded with hormones they can’t move. But Ana’s done that to me. And mostly through touch, through building my anticipation and showing her love.

Together, we breathe, her body rising and falling along with mine. I’ve never felt so content. I want to wrap my arms around her but can’t stand the thought of losing the few precious seconds of skin-to-skin contact, if I ask her to release my cuffs. I’m happy to have her hold me instead.

“Do you think Crusher’s still outside the door?” she asks, her voice drifting on a contented sigh.

“Yup.” There’s no chance Crusher would budge. Crusher might not love Ana like I do, but he’s fully committed to protecting her. His heart wouldn’t get smashed if we lost her like mine would, but his pride is another matter. If anything happens to Ana, Crusher’s soul, his entire identity, would be decimated.

And who knows how Crusher truly feels in his heart. Of the four of us, he’s the best at following the rules, the best at avoiding emotions. A few days ago, I heard Flame tell Blade that he thinks Crusher criticized their behavior with Ana, mostly to cover for the way he feels about her.

When Flame said it, I thought the notion was crazy, but now I’m less sure. And it’s clear that, even if Crusher doesn’t love Ana, he’s attracted to her. And she’s attracted to him.

A fresh idea wakes my cock.

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