Page 10 of Royal Baby Maker

- Chapter Five -

Nellie

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“Wha—what are youtalking about?”I managed to blurt the question out. He managed to erase it away with another simple kiss... and then a second one that was way less simple; all tongue, teeth, and tremors.

His cock slid across my slit, making it hard to focus. “I want to make you my wife, Nell.”

“That's insane,” I said, my voice losing its edge. He was breaking me. It must have been intoxicating for him—his prick hardened impossibly further, teasing my labia as he rubbed over them.

“You're beyond gorgeous,” he purred in my ear. “I also saw how sweet and kind you are. How strong, the way you stood up to Iris. You're perfect...thisis perfect.”

The ridge of his shaft bumped over my clit; I couldn't see straight, my moan ragged.

“Listen to yourself,” he said, each syllable punctuated by his grin. “Think about it—how good this all feels. I want to make you groan my name, I want to fill you up, give you everything. And I'm going to.”

Delirious with pleasure, I stopped trying to argue. I didn't know what I was even arguing about. Bishop was right on the mark; this felt amazing and I didn't want it to end. All forms of reason evaporated, replaced in my blood stream by blossoms of lust.

I wanted to fuck this man.

I wanted tobe fucked.

Forgetting that he was a prince meant to marry someone special and powerful and not me in every sense was easy with his cock spreading me open.

His arm circled under my thigh, lifting one leg higher. He exposed me to the humid air, water pelting my tummy, my clit. With his thumb of his free hand he pulled my clit-hood back, rubbing me in lazy circles, still inching his cock deeper inside.

He was taking his time impaling me. Each time I thought he was fully in, he'd shift and give me more. “Fuck,” I gasped, and my voice echoed back to me in the shower.

“Good,” he whispered, playing with my swollen clit. He sank into my tight walls another inch. “You're crushing me, fucking hell—you feel sogood.”

“Bishop! I... I can't...”

“Don't tell me you can't fit me, I know you can, baby girl.”

“No,” I said quickly, staring up at him. “I can't handle waiting. Go all the way, stop torturing me.”

He was startled; then he laughed, fingertips squeezing into my soft ass-cheeks. In one grand thrust that resounded in the air, he slammed his cock into the hilt. Both of us gasped, and I inhaled more of the steam.

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