Page 65 of Princess

“Fuck,” he breathes. His eyes are raking up and down from my messy hair to my toes. Hungry. Almost feral. “That body has haunted me for years.”

I gulp.

We’ve mostly had sex in the dark, so it’s been a while since he’s seen my naked body this clearly. I vaguely wonder how the hell I ever believed him to not be interested in me. Right now he looks like he could swallow me whole.

“Now?” I ask when it feels like he’s had long enough to leer.

He shakes his head. “Since I’m slightly incapacitated, you can do some of the work.” Before I can ask what he means, he makes it clear. “Touch yourself.”

My breath hitches. “What?”

“Touch yourself.”

This is not at all what I was expecting, and it’s not what I ever imagined I’d want to do. But right now I do. Merely because he told me to.

I slowly ease a hand down between my legs.

He stops me. “Not there.”

My hand freezes. “Where then?”

“Anywhere else.”

I narrow my eyes since he’s clearly planning to torment me a little. But I do as he says, rubbing my stomach for just a moment before I slide the hand up to my right breast. I cup it. Tweak the nipple. Then do the same with the other.

“Good. Keep going. Since you’re so worried about my damn leg, you can turn yourself on.” He’s half teasing, and I know he won’t be upset if I object. But he wants me to do this. Which means I want it too.

I’m already turned on, and I only get more so as I caress my body. I stroke myself all over, spending the most time on my breasts. He’s definitely into it. I can see that very clearly in the way his eyes darken, his cheeks flush, his body grows increasingly tense. His arousal excites me even more than mine as minutes pass.

Eventually my knees are getting shaky, and my whole body pulses with need. I’m fondling both my nipples at the same time as I gasp, “Grant, please!”

He makes a guttural sound. “Come here, princess.”

Whimpering in relief, I step over to the bed.

He pulls me toward him and kisses me hard and deep. Then he draws back and meets my eyes. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

I’m so excited now I can barely catch my breath. “I want you to make me come.”

He smiles just a little. “That’s what I thought.” Then he eases me facedown over his lap so that I’m sprawled out crossways on the bed in a very undignified manner.

Instead of getting going right away the way I want, he slowly slides his hand over my back and down to my bottom. He squeezes and strokes. Lifts my hips slightly to get me higher.

I’m openly whimpering now. I don’t think I’ve ever been so desperately aroused without any relief in my life. “Please. I need it so bad.”

He finally parts my thighs, strokes across my pussy, massages my clit for just a few seconds, and then penetrates me with two fingers.

I make a loud, stretched sound as he sinks in.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, gruff and pleased. “You’re really liking this, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.” I’m mumbling the words against the covers. “Please make me come.”

To my relief, he doesn’t tease anymore. He starts to pump his hand, rubbing my inner walls and pushing against my g-spot. I pant and whine and make silly little grunts as he establishes a fast rhythm. I’m so eager that I shake my hips, trying to ride his fingers, but he stops me with his free hand gripping my ass cheek. So I have to let him give it to me instead, making the sensations slower, deeper, agonizingly better.

I’m so far gone that it doesn’t take long until I’m on the cusp of climax. My whimpers turn into sobs, and my body shudders in preparation.

He raises his free hand and then lowers it again with a hard little slap on my bottom. The sting pushes me over the edge immediately. I come hard all around his fingers.

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