Page 53 of Tricky Princess
She nodded fervently in his grasp and rolled her hips again, searching out his hand. “I was promised finger fucking.”
“That’s not how I worded it.”
Her mean glare was replaced with desire as he inserted a finger, then two, and Gods, she was already shaking. Her eyes darkened as she held his wrist, looking down to where they were joined. “I believe I said ‘let me watch you ride my hand.’” He crooked his fingers, burying them deeper. “Now move, Ellea.”
Her gaze shot up to him. He couldn’t help the demanding tone, but when she looked at him like nothing in the world mattered but them joining together, it was enough to ruin him. And when she began to move, circling and grinding, dripping onto his palm, he almost spilled into his pants.
“That’s right, fuck my hand.”
The wet sound of her was as obscene as it was glorious, and he couldn’t wait to be buried in her, balls slapping against her thick thighs, against her release that was making her slick. She was close, so fucking close, as she widened her shaking legs, searching for more as he ground his thumb right where she needed it. There was no matching her erratic rhythm; he could only watch as she came undone on his hand, could only listen as she panted and pleaded.
“Oh, Gods.”
“No Gods, princess; only me and you making a mess of my pants.” She whimpered at his words, but it was there, he felt it at the first clench of her walls. “Come for me, I need to be inside you.”
He marveled at her as she clawed at his wrist, moaning as he controlled how much breath she could take. She came, hard and infinite as she tried to curl in on herself, moaning obscenities. When she pulsed around his fingers, his cock bobbed, ready. Another orgasm only for him.
He didn’t give her time as he ripped at his pants, his dick hard and throbbing, and buried himself in her. She moaned as he grasped her by the shoulders, pressing her down, down, down until there was no way to tell who started where. Her orgasm was still falling, milking him, pulsing around him as he stretched her. He would be quick, and there was no room to be embarrassed, not when he was being wrapped in the perfect wet heat that was Ellea.
His balls tightened at the first stroke as he wrapped an arm around her waist to lift her so only his tip was inside of her. Then he grasped her shoulder, slamming her on his cock. She threw her head back, cursing to the ceiling as he continued the rough pace.
“Look,” he hissed. “Look how you swallow me up, how wet you are.”
She followed his glance and groaned with him as he disappeared inside of her only to come out glistening.
“I want to taste you.”
He choked on a moan, staring at her in wonder.
She licked her lips, staring back. “Please.”
He smirked. “Since you asked nicely.”
She kissed him swiftly, then pulled away to kneel on the floor in front of him.
Fuck.
She was kneeling, naked, with a crown still on her head.
Fuck.
Her mouth popped open, and it took every ounce of strength not to make a mess on her face. He waited a moment, letting the air cool his skin, and took his thumb and pointer, stroking himself and gathering up his pre-cum and her release. Then he placed his fingers on her waiting tongue. He didn’t have to ask her to suck, she did, and did it while staring up at him with a heated look and a moan that sent shivers down his spine.
All he could think about was replacing his fingers with his cock, watching her swallow him down while on her knees, a submissive, wicked princess with her crown.
He had to yank his fingers free. “Are you making a mess on the carpet now?”
She nodded as he gripped her by the face and rubbed his leaking tip against her swollen lip. “You said you wanted to taste me. Open up.”
There was no gentleness as she opened, sucking him down swiftly, then grazing his heated skin with her teeth as she released him. He couldn’t stop himself from bucking back into her, hitting the back of her throat. But she took it, reveled in each thrust with moans and hungry looks through her lashes.
He couldn’t stop the orgasm that came, spilling into her throat like it was his first time getting sucked off by a beautiful woman. He could only roar, gripping her by the hair as she swallowed all she could, but some still slipped out around her stretched lips.
After catching his breath, after she finished licking her fingers, making him harden again, he grasped her by the chin, making her stand. He kissed her roughly. “On your stomach,” he growled.
She blinked once, a slow taunt, but moved, settling her stomach on the bed.
“You know the rules.” He caressed her round ass gently before giving her a smack, her pale, freckled skin quickly turning pink. “Say stop if it’s too much.”
