Page 59 of His Princess Brat
He smacked my bottom repeatedly, the strong cracks of his palm only making my pussy clench harder, that much more eager to feel him as I got into position.
He grabbed me by my braids, shoving his jeans down over his hips. There was no more foreplay, no opening me with his fingers before the tip of his cock slid inside me. He was in me before I could draw my first shaky breath, and nothing could ever feel better than the full length and thickness of him, stretching and filling me until his cock was fully embedded.
“I love you,” he said as he rode me, the powerful pump of his hips spanking my ass, rocking my body, pounding my pussy, the beautiful force of him taking me over and over again.
He wrapped my braids around his hand, preventing me from going anywhere, no matter how hard he thrust.
“You’re Daddy’s princess,” he groaned, his breath catching. “Daddy’s perfect little princess.”
My body revolted at the caress of his thumb as it found the dusky entrance of my bottom. He pushed it deep inside me, taking me that way now too. Taking all of me, every part of me.
But then, he’d always had all of me, practically from the moment we’d met.
I shook as I came, to the pounding of his cock and the invasion of his thumb, and the rough growl of his, “God, I love you,” half shouted against my back as he slammed all the way into me one last time, spilling his seed as deep inside me as he could reach.
Afterward, lying entwined together on our bed of straw, his arm around my waist and his sated cock hot against my thigh, he kissed the slope of my shoulder and said, “I’ll do whatever I have to prove I’m sincere, and I know you’re still mad at me. You’ve got the right to be. But I won’t be happy, Pita, until you marry me.”
“I might forgive you.” Craning my neck to see him over my shoulder, I flashed him my haughtiest royal stare. “You must promise me one thing first.”
Lifting his head, he cocked his eyebrow. “Name it.”
“We have to have sex on my mother’s throne.”
He laughed, snuggling me down in the clean straw. “Your wish is my command, baby girl.”
Epilogue
Azid
“Azid!” Mazi shouted, coming down his palace steps with a toddler on his hip, Norah and their baby right behind him, and his arm thrown wide to embrace me.
Getting out of the back of my car, I engulfed him in a huge hug. It had been almost a year since Pita and I were married. I had to admit, life in Bahar was... different from New York, but Pita was showing me the ropes and even teaching me how to deal with her mother. That woman was a force of nature. She didn’t like me much either, or rather, she wasn’t entirely confident that this ex-stripper’s wild and wooly youth might be well and truly behind him.
It was. I’d have sooner neutered myself with a rusty spoon than do anything to cause Pita another moment’s embarrassment or regret.
For the most part, Pita felt the same. And for those rare few moments when her sass or temper got the best of her... well, I knew how to take care of that.
