Page 13 of Stealing Her Heart
“They were just.... I mean we just met...I had no way of knowing...”
“Yes, princess, you did know. What did I tell you?”
“I mean to be fair, you said a lot of things last night. Also, there were the orgasms...so, I mean, I might have forgotten a few things.”
Stifling a laugh at how goddamn adorable she is, I shake my head. I adore her. I am falling head over feet for her, and I don’t want to stop it. I am consumed with her, and I don’t care if it is reckless or dangerous. All I want is her laughs, her sweet smartass replies, and her dreams.
“Get on your knees, princess,” I rasp against her ear, pushing gently at her shoulders. I expect her to stiffen, to refuse me. Instead, she drops down slowly, doing just as I command. It makes my dick ache knowing she wants to please me. “Good girl. Last night I did saw a lot of things. What is the most important thing you think?”
Coming to stand in front of her, I wrap my fist around her wild topknot, yanking her head back. By the heat in her eyes, I can tell she loves it when I handle her this way. Just as she lovedher punishment last night. I love that she is willing to submit to my needs, to let me have power over her this way.
Because she has complete power over me as well.
“That...that I was your princess,” she practically moans the words, her bubblegum pink lips wet and full. Grunting, I nod, dragging her sexy mouth open with my thumb, rubbing at the tender flesh.
“That is right. My princess.My fucking queen. Open that pretty mouth for me. I think you need a reminder of how to behave.”
With huge eyes, she pops her mouth open wider. Jesus, she is a fucking goddess. I yank at my zipper, one hand still fisted in her hair, pulling my stiff cock out. Gianna moans as I rub the swollen crown over her lips. Pulling at her head, I bend her back slightly, letting my thick shaft push past her lips.
“Be a good girl and swallow my thick cock, baby,” I hum, caressing her face as I push my hips forward, filling her mouth. “That’s it, just like that.”
Hissing as her eyes go crossed, I push further and further, until I choke her. Groaning, I hold her head still, her nose against my pelvis, her tongue waggling against my shaft. Pulling out of her mouth with a pop, my desire pools hot in my sac. I want to fuck her, I want to ruin her, to take every single part of her perfect little body as mine.
“Such a pretty princess,” I hum, praising her for taking my cock so good. “Taking me so good down that pretty girl throat. That’s it, baby, that’s just what I need. Ah, fuck, that little tongue of yours is so good.”
Pumping my hips now, I fuck her face with abandon. The room fills with my guttural growls, with her gagging sounds, and with her tiny whimpers. She loves it. I can tell she loves me using her this way.
“Tell me, is your tight little cunt soaked for me? Because youlove choking on my cock, don’t you?”
With my cock shoved down her throat, she just nods. Tears slip down her temples, but she stares up at me with eyes full of heat, of want, of need. Fuck, she drives me fucking insane. I have never felt this sort of need. Not for money, not for booze, not for drugs, nothing else. This woman, my little princess is my one and only addiction.
“Take those pretty tits out for me,” I hiss, a shaking hand yanking at the top of her pretty dress. “Fuck, you’re a goddamn goddess, baby. I cannot wait to fuck every pretty hole. To fill your pussy and your tight ass with my cum. Tonight, I am coming on this pretty face. Show me how bad you want my cum, baby. Suck my cock like the greedy princess you are.”
Now she bobs her head, taking me deeper, gagging, sucking me harder, faster. Her tongue is something out of a porn fueled dream. It snakes up and down my cock, swirling at the swollen crown, making my eyes cross. I smack her face and she whimpers, nodding with me still crammed down her throat. I smack her face again, again, then I swat at her bouncing tits.
“You want to come, don’t you baby? I bet if I touched you now, you would come apart. You would soak those creamy thighs and my fucking cock with your cum. Wouldn’t you, baby?”
Pulling out of her mouth again, I yank her head back and bend. I lick my tongue into her mouth, tangling and twisting it with hers. Her needy little whimpers push me over the edge. Standing back, I fist my cock and pump it, shooting ropes of cum on her bare tits, her face, and her tongue.
Gianna stays on her knees, letting me spill wherever I want to. The little princess just about puts me on my knees when she wiggles a tongue full of cum at me, swallowing it down with a satisfied little sigh. Grabbing her throat, I bend to lick her puffy mouth, tasting myself on them.
“My little princess,” I husk, kissing her lips, her nose, her forehead.
Bending, I scoop her up to take her to the bathroom. Setting her down inside the shower, I strip her of her dress. There is no scramble to cover herself or pretend shyness. Her body is a work of beauty, she likes how I look at her, she preens beneath my hungry stare.
Tearing at my own clothes, I step in with her, backing her against the wall. My mouth finds hers as my hands fiddle with the water, turning the waterfall heads on to shower down on us. Her body is slick against mine as we tangle together, tongues twisting, hands roaming.
“I am pleased you came up. I told you to come to me if you needed me, so you did as I asked. Is something wrong?”
Untangling her hair from its knot, I step her beneath the shower to wet it. Reaching for the strawberry shampoo I got for her, I drizzle some in my hand then go to work lathering her thick waves up. Tilting her head back, she moans, rubbing her body against me like a kitten with its scratch post.
“I just...I think I had to see if it was real. That it was not a dream.”
Rinsing her hair out, I again wrap a chunk it around my fist. Yanking her head back, I hold her gaze. “Oh, baby, this is the fucking dream of a lifetime. We’re as real as it gets. How about we make dinner together?”
Gianna beams up at me, nodding her head. I drop a kiss on her lips, then go back to washing her hair. I spend an inordinate amount of time washing her perfect body, learning each curve, each sweet spot. I love the marks at her ass from the spankings last night, and the faint bruises at her throat from my beard rubbing there as I kissed and toyed with her.
Wrapping her in my robe after we step out, I grin as she brings the terrycloth to her nose, inhaling. Good to see herobsession is as bad as mine. Leading her from the bedroom—though part of me just wants to throw her on the bed and take what is mine—I watch how her bare feet sink into the gray carpet, how her pink toes wriggle when she stands still.
