Page 37 of Princess

The words are matter-of-fact directions rather than sexy talk, and in a different context I’d be annoyed by his bossiness. But I do what he says, arousal throbbing intensely. I don’t know why I like the way he tells me what to do in bed, and I don’t know why I instinctively obey. But I do.

He must be able to see in the dark a little better than me because he knows when I’m holding my legs so my knees are drawn in toward my shoulders. I’m not sure I like the position. It leaves me exposed. Undignified. Helpless.

I’m wondering if I want to change positions when he moves so he’s hovering over me. I can feel him more than see him. Then he slides his fingers inside me. It’s got to be three this time. It’s tighter. Fuller. I make a silly, extended groan as he penetrates me.

“How’s that?” he asks soft and gruff.

“G-good.”

“Tell me the truth.”

“I like it!” I arch my neck deeply, my eyes closed and my mouth falling open with another long, shameless moan. My position is rather uncomfortable. I have no idea why it’s making me so hot.

“Good. Hold yourself just like that. Don’t try to force it this time.”

I whine wordlessly and toss my head as he starts to fuck me again with his hand. This time it’s tighter. Harder. Rougher. It makes a wet slapping sound. It feels so good it aches.

Because he’s not working my breasts at the same time, the climax takes longer. My clit and nipples throb. My hands tremble as they clutch at my shins. One of his hands is holding my bottom, almost lifting me off the bed as he pumps hard and fast with the other one.

If I could move my hips or rub my clit, I could get there sooner, but I can’t do either thing. I huff and toss my head and dig my fingernails into my own skin as I try to take what he’s giving me. After a while, my huffs turn into more of those sobbing sounds. They get louder and louder as I climb toward climax.

Without warning, his hand stops. “Am I hurting you?”

“No! No, please. Don’t stop. I need it.” My cheeks are blazing hot, and a few tears stream out of my eyes. “I want it to feel like this.”

I’m telling him the naked truth, and he must believe me. He fucks me again with his hand, pushing hard against my g-spot until the orgasm finally breaks.

I shake and cry and gasp through the spasms of pleasure, and they keep coming longer than I know to expect. Finally the contractions slow down and then dissipate. I’m panting hoarsely, occasionally making a little moan. I’m wet all over from sweat and even wetter between my legs. I can feel moisture on the sheet beneath me.

Grant gives me a few gentle strokes before he removes his hand and falls down onto the bed beside me. He pulls me toward him, hugging me tightly again. He’s breathing just as heavily as I am.

“You did so good,” he murmurs against my hair.

“I can’t believe how hard I came.” I’m still snuffling, my eyes and nose running. “Thank you.”

“I didn’t hurt you?”

“No. I told you. I needed it like that.”

“Okay.”

My body is deliciously relaxed, but his is still tense. I reach down to his boxer briefs and feel how hard he is. Fully erect. I squeeze him through the fabric, and he groans.

“If you don’t feel like doing more,” he begins. “I can just—”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I feel like more. And I’m not going to leave you like this. I want you to fuck me.”

“How do you want it?”

Again, I’m almost ashamed of the confession, but I tell him anyway. “Hard. Like before. I need it hard.”

His body tightens palpably, and his cock twitches against my hand. He clearly wants it like I do. “Turn over onto your stomach and lift your ass.”

I do as he says without question, arousal starting to pulse inside me again as soon as I raise my bottom into the air. He gets on his knees behind me, parts my butt cheeks, and edges his cock into my slightly sore pussy.

I hide my face in the mattress and groan long and loud.

“Am I hurting you?” he asks when he’s buried inside me.

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