Page 66 of Tricky Princess
Ros tried stepping out of the shadows to confront his cousin, but Ellea stared daggers at him, grasping him so hard it hurt. The pain and pleasure almost made his knees buckle.
“We’re ready for them. There will be no problems and the result will be—”
“Belias! I’ve been looking for you,” came a whiny female voice. From the pained oof that left his cousin, Ros bet she threw herself at him. Ellea cursed under her breath.
“Pompous fucking idiot.”
Ros stared down at her as it all clicked into place. She was using him to spy on his cousin. This was all a ploy to get closer to him, but for what? He dragged her further into the shadows as Belias and the female strode past them.
“Who else is coming to our little get-together?” the female sounded whiney. “Maybe your cousin?”
Belias scoffed and headed further away from their hiding spot.
“You wicked little…” He didn’t have words as he stared at her. A slow smile spread across her lips.
“Oh please, you seem so put off by it.” She gave him another rough squeeze, resting her head against the wall.
“Of course, I’m not deterred from you using me,” he growled against her lips. “I feel inspired by it. Inspired on how to punish you for thinking you can use me for your little spy games.”
“They aren’t games,” she growled, and Ros tried to think of a time she’d seemed so determined. She almost seemed offended. “And I wasn’t using you…it was perfect timing, kill two birds with one stone.”
“I’m about to kill your ability to walk tomorrow.”
“Do your worst,” she crooned.
Ros planned on it. It would be short and rough, and if she was lucky, she would come fast. He moved the front panel of her dress out of the way, thankful for the long slits and her endless refusal to wear underwear. Gripping under her ass, she groaned as he dug into her soft skin.
“Put your hands around my neck, princess.” There would be no teasing, no working her up to it. He barked a moan as he slammed into her wet center. She instantly clenched, and instead of giving her pussy a moment to accept him, he lifted her and did it over and over again.
Ellea rested her head on her arms that were anchored around his neck. She moaned loud enough for someone to hear, but he didn’t bother hiding it. He wished she were naked so he could see her breasts bounce with his rough thrusts. A light flush crept up her neck, and she was already shaking around him. Lifting her the slightest, he drove into her at a new angle.
Ellea was breathless as she lolled her head back up, staring at him as she continued to hold on the best she could.
“Are you going to spill into me?” she groaned, her gray eyes dark. “Make me walk back to our room while you drip down my thighs?”
Ros’ balls tightened at the thought and the vision. She was goading him, trying to take back some control with her dirty mouth.
“The goal is to make you not walk.” He said it with a snarl, snapping his hips hard enough to bruise, but she didn’t flinch, didn’t balk. She smirked.
“Then I would go harder.”
What a brat.
Ros slammed her into the wall, forcing her closer and grinding into her so her clit rubbed against his abs.
“Fuck, yes. That, right there.” She was incoherent, breathing hard and cursing.
Now that the wall was holding her up, she gripped at his back. He wondered if she’d grown claws as she teared at his shirt. The tang of blood scented the air, and the pain that followed sent a shock right to his balls.
Too soon.
He reached between them, pinching her clit hard enough to make her howl and come so hard around him that he couldn’t move, only thrust shallowly as her orgasm relented. She muffled her cries into his neck and then bit him hard enough to break skin above his collarbone. He came with a growl loud enough to be heard in the pits. He spilled into her so aggressively, he could feel it seeping out onto her and onto his balls, and he loved it.
Ros gently brought her head back, moving the strands that had escaped her braid off of her sweat-slicked face. She gave him a weak smirk, knowing this was all her doing. He wouldn’t let anyone see her like this, thoroughly fucked; it was enough to make a succubus blush. He shrouded them in darkness and they stumbled into their bathroom. He commanded his shadows to start a hot bath as he began pulling out the pins in her hair. She slumped against his chest, and Ros couldn’t help but chuckle.
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