“I’m fine, Kit.”
“Stella. Take a break. You work too hard, Princess. Since you won't take care of yourself, I’m going to. Now, Take. A. Nap,” he orders.
I lay back down, crossing my arms as I watch him walk across the room. He turns the lights off before he turns back to face me.
“I’ll wake you up in an hour. Get some rest, alright?”
I sigh and roll over as he closes the door behind him. I hate to admit it but I really am pretty tired. We had a late-night last night and I think that it’s finally catching up to me. I close my eyes, promising myself I’ll just sleep for a few minutes and then I’ll get up.
The next thing I know, Kit is leaning over me, brushing the hair back from my face and pressing kisses along my neck. I moan as I stretch in the bed and blink my eyes open slowly.
“Time to get up, Princess,” he says.
I start to sit up in the bed when Kit slips his arms under me and lifts me up. My arm wraps around his neck as he starts to move out of the room. He carries me back down the stairs and over to the counter where a place has already been set. He sits down in the chair, settling me on his lap before he pulls the plate over closer to us. The plate in front of me is piled high with food. Grilled chicken with potatoes and some mixed vegetables along with a glass of milk.
Kit wraps his arms around me, tugging me so that my back is resting against his chest and my legs are bracketing his. He pulls me back so I’m sitting right on top of his thick erection and my dress rides up around my waist, showing off my wet pussy. His hand comes down between my legs, running along the seam of my lips before he slips his fingers between my lips.
Kit plays with my wet center with one hand, his fingers brushing back and forth over my sensitive nub while the other picks up the fork and stabs a bite of food. He brings it to my mouth, waiting for me to open before he slips the fork inside my mouth. I’m not sure if I moan at the flavor of the food or at what his fingers are doing to me down below. I lean my head back against his shoulder as Kit takes a bite for himself before he brings another bite to my lips. All along his fingers are toying with my clit. He rubs it under his fingers in tight circles before he goes back to running slow, lazy circles around where I need him most.
Dinner continues like this with Kit feeding me bites of food while he teases my hard clit. He offers me the last bite of food and waits until I finish chewing before he pushes one long, thick finger inside of me. I tense around the digit, not used to the feeling of fullness. He crooks his finger inside of me rubbing against this spot inside of me that makes me feel like I was just plugged into a socket.
“OH! Oh, Kit,” I moan, arching back against him as his finger continues to move in and out of me at a slow maddening pace.
I’m so close and I just need a little more to send me over the edge. Before I can voice my needs, Kit is giving it to me. His finger continues to thrust in and out of me and he brings his thumb up, pressing down hard on my clit and rolling it under his thumb.
“KIT!” I shout, flying over the edge and into oblivion.
I writhe on his lap, my head thrown back against his shoulder as he rubs me through my orgasm. I collapse against him, sagging in his lap as he pulls his finger out from my core. Just like last night, he brings his fingers to his lips, licking them clean. I twist, watching him as he runs his tongue along the digits before he goes back for seconds. I gasp when his fingers back into my cream. I can’t hold back my moan as I watch him suck his fingers clean once more.
I want him to pick me up and carry me back upstairs. I want him to peel my panties down my legs and then lick my cream directly from the source. I want him to lay me back on the bed and worship my body like I know he will. Then, I want him to spread my thighs wide and rut into me like the demanding, alpha that I know he is.
“Delicious,” he says in a raspy voice laced with hunger and need as he finishes cleaning off his fingers.
SIX
Kit
I can seehow turned on Stella is as she twists in my lap to look back at me. I want to throw her over my shoulder and carry her up the stairs to our bedroom. I’d throw her down on the bed and ravage her until she was screaming and begging me to stop. My dick hardens in my jeans as I picture her spread out on our bed, her blonde hair fanned out across the pillows, and her voice hoarse from calling out my name as I thrust into her. I lick my lips, tasting her release on them and I snap.
I lift her up in my arms and am halfway to the stairs when her phone goes off. Her head twists to the side and she looks at the clock, sighing when she sees the time.
“I have to go into work.”
I growl, continuing to carry her towards the stairs.
“Kit,” She tries again.
I want to tell her to fuck work and to carry her to bed but I need to prove to her that I will always put her needs before my own. I need to prove that I am worthy of my girl. With a sigh, I slide her down my body until her feet are firmly on the ground. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, trying to will my raging erection to go down but with her pressed up tight against me, there’s no chance of that happening anytime soon.
“I’ll go grab your phone, Princess.”
“I need to change,” she says as she follows me up the stairs.
I walk over to the bed to grab her phone while she walks into the closet to get dressed. I had plugged her phone into the charger that I found in her bag while she was sleeping. I had also programmed my number into her phone and hers into mine and shared the location settings on her phone. Now I’ll always know where my Princess is.
I head down the hallway towards the bathroom, pulling up short when I see what Stella has on.
“Oh, hell no!” I growl, stalking towards her.