Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance #2)(49)

“I don’t think you can handle me, baby. But I’ll be the judge of that,” I said before snaking my hand around to her front and then further down until I was a breaths length away from her pure *.

“Are you wet for me, Noelle?” I whispered as I slid a finger inside her dripping wet entrance, giving her no warning in doing so.

“AAHHH!” she moaned out in pleasure and pain, her legs shaking as I slipped in and out or her. I forced my movement to slow, allowing myself to gently ease another finger inside of her. My resolve melted to the ground in a heaping mess. I wanted it to be perfect for her, but at the same time I wanted to devour her. Rip her to pieces, and then put her back together.

I wasn’t sure what came over me, or what pushed me over that invisible edge. Maybe it was when she said I want you, or maybe it was when she actually stripped herself bare for me showing me that she was serious. That she was in fact ready for me, and she trusted me enough to know that I wouldn’t hurt her. I wouldn’t let myself take her all the way today, but I could give her another first.

Then I shoved the front of my pants down, releasing my cock as I pulled my fingers out of her *. I needed more, so much more. Without warning or thought I pushed against her entrance making sure I didn’t pierce through the imaginary border, instead I was just giving her an idea of my size. Seeing if she could really handle all of me?

Nothing but myself could stop me from taking her fully, from piercing her *, and listening to her sweet cries of pleasure. Her sunshine-colored hair cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulder, and her eyes met mine in the mirror. A look of pleasure and excitement mixed with a tiny bit of fear showed on her beautiful face.

“Are you sure you want to challenge me, Noelle? Tell me that I don’t scare you, tell me I don’t deserve this. Tell me!” This was me in the raw, the man underneath it all. I was hurting, and she was here to see that pain. I was exposing her to the darkness inside of me, and she wasn’t running, not yet.

There was no pain in her eyes, not even shock. All I could see was the desire to care and the need to give. She wanted to give herself to me, even if she didn’t think she could handle what I had to give back. If that didn’t say I was a sick f*cking monster for doing this, then I didn’t know what else did?

I trailed down her back, over her ass crack, and down between her legs again; my finger honing in on her clit as I rubbed slow circles over it all while gliding my finger back into her wetness. Something inside gave me the need to bring her pleasure. It was no longer about getting rid of the anger I had. It had everything to do with watching her eyes roll back into her head and the soft noises that emitted from her mouth.

“I can feel it, princess. You’re ready for me aren’t you, Noelle?” My heart was beating out of my chest, clamoring against my ribcage, and threatening to break free. I could feel her body shaking with desperate need. I gently turned her around reaching my hands under her ass to lift her up placing her on the very edge of the vanity. Noelle’s arms gripped my shoulders tightly as I moved her.

Forcing her to remove her hands, I lowered myself onto my knees and to the hard tile floor. I spread her legs apart and looked up at her, my eyes lingering on her tight, wet folds. The swelling of my cock was my only response to her.

I wanted her, f*ck did I ever.

“I want you to lean back against the mirror and relax, baby.” I didn’t give her time to respond before I placed my head between her thighs peppering her skin with small nibbles and licks, all while working my way up to the real prize. My tongue darted out as I zeroed in on the sweet nectar, her taste coating my insides. Noelle was a flavor I knew that I would never get enough of. I kept going, keeping my pace gentle but relentless as I placed two fingers inside of her tight hole, pumping in and out while licking and sucking at her clit. I worked effortlessly to bring her to the brink of pleasure.

“Oh god.” Her head fell forward, and her legs started to shake. I could feel her * jerking as I continued my assault on it with my mouth and fingers, as I slid in and out of her slowly. Christ, she was so tight, so ready to be taken by me and she would eventually be taken. Maybe not today but someday soon, and when it finally did happen I knew it would be explosive.

“The name’s Royal, baby, but if you want to call me god, go for it,” I whispered as I pulled back from her sweet spot, nipping at the soft flesh of her thigh. Her back bowed with every small thrust of my fingers and tongue into her body. I could feel the build within her, the way she pushed back against my finger, and the way her body shook as if it was ready to explode. Her beautiful hazel eyes were closed, and I couldn’t let her come without looking me deeply in the eyes. I needed the connection.

“Open your eyes, princess,” I begged, pulling my fingers out, only to slam them back in, her tight hole squeezing around them. Her juices coated my hand. She was so wet for me and she hadn’t even come yet. I continued to feast on her, licking sucking and biting all while plunging my fingers into her at a relentless pace. I wouldn’t stop until she couldn’t remember her name, until she felt nothing but pleasure.

Her eyes fluttered open. They were heavy like it took immense effort to get them open. I wanted to laugh out loud but couldn’t ruin the moment between us. She blinked them open again, and this time they stayed and adjusted to the extra pleasure forming in her body. I worked her over taking note of the lust and something else that I couldn’t quite place that lingered in her stare. Uncertainty maybe?