His Princess (A Royal Romance)(117)

“I’m yours.”

“Give yourself to me, Rose. Completely.”

“I…”

I can’t finish, and I don’t have to. I give myself to him, completely. He thrusts hard inside me, his whole body moving with force that shakes the bed and sends shocks of pleasure radiating through my body. I breathe against him, and it feels like I’m sinking inside him as he rams inside me, drives hard, and starts thrusting quick and fast, buried deep inside.

Oh God. I can’t take it. I squirm against him, and my legs keep jerking, trying to snap around him. I writhe under him, grinding against his body, my muscles tensing in waves as the pleasure radiates through me, unfolds me, slips through my skin so I can’t tell where I stop and he begins.

A sudden explosive shock rips through my body, then another, and I cry out against him, my hips meeting his thrusts in the same sharp rhythm until he pins me down and holds himself inside me. I can feel him throbbing as he explodes deep inside, filling me as my whole body clenches and tightens around him, the raw agony of unbearable pleasure so intense I can’t even cry out, my jaw quivering when I try.

I flop against the bed and he stays there, holding his throbbing cock inside me as he rolls his hips in slow circles, emptying himself.

“Oh God, Quentin,” I purr.

“I have more where that came from,” he growls in my ear.

“I’m going to untie you now, Rose, and I’m going to undo you. Give yourself to me.”

“Yes,” I plead, “I’ll do whatever you want, more. Please.”





13





Quentin





I never want to take my cock out of Rose.

She lies beneath me, coated in a sheen of sweat, bound, helpless, begging. She just came so hard I thought she’d explode and still she’s bucking her hips at me, using herself to stroke my still-hard cock. I don’t care that I just came, I need more. I start to thrust again slowly, savoring the slickness of her body.

More. I have to have more. I want her to be mine completely, to submit, to give herself to me the way no one ever has, and in the taking I surrender myself to her.

I don’t move yet. She trembles, still wrapped around me. The sound she makes as I draw out is precious, soft and excited, her body twitching at the promise of more to come. There will be more, but not yet.

I untie her legs first. She doesn’t kick or struggle. She just lies there, legs limp as I coil the silk and toss it on the floor. When I move to her wrists she finally turns onto her side and presses her feet together, drawing up into a ball as I release her hands.

Gently I stroke her back, feeling the knots of tension in her neck. So much tension, all bound up like her muscles are going to rip themselves loose. Just let go, honey. I’ll take care of you.

“Do you need to rest?”

“Fuck rest,” she purrs, “take this off.” She plucks at the blindfold.

“Not yet,” I say as I seize her wrist. “I thought you were going to give yourself to me. Do I need to tie you up again?”

“No. I’ll be good.”

“You are good.”

I can’t help it, I caress her breast in my hand. She’s slick all over with hot sweat. I bring my hand to my face and lick it clean, and duck down, roll her on her stomach and suck the sweat from between her shoulder blades. It’s salty and warm.

“Oh,” she says, softly. “Quentin, what—”

“Shh, it’s a surprise.”

What I want right now is to ram inside her again and just keep pumping her until I pass out, but I want more than that from her. I want her adoration.I want her to give in to me completely.

“Clean my cock.”

I lean back on the bed and let her crawl between my legs, and fight to keep myself still and quiet as she takes me in her mouth.

“I didn’t say suck, I said clean.”

She gives the head of my dick one hard suck and lets go, holds my shaft in her hands, and licks the sides, tasting herself on my shaft.

“That taste good?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now you know why I like eating your * so much, Rose.”

She smiles. “Can I suck it now?”

“Yes, but not for long. I want to save it.”

She takes me in her mouth again, and I lean back. I just finished and I’m a little sensitive, but she’s so gentle, like she’s embarrassed to suck dick. I can’t help it, I stroke her head and guide her hair away from her face. She slips up, rests her head on my hip, curls against my leg, and sucks, and I can see having my cock in her mouth calms her somehow.

I’m starting to get really hard again. She’s good. I’m tempted to tell her to stop. If I blow again this quick I’ll need to give it a rest for a while.

Looking over the luscious curves of her body, I think I’ll do just that. There’s so much more that I can do with her to make her mine, just f*cking her over and over feels like a waste.

“I changed my mind. Be a good girl for me.”

She looks at me, or rather tries to, since she is blindfolded, after all. Then she bends to it, using her lips and tongue and hand, and it doesn’t take me long. I explode in her mouth with a sharp grunt, holding a fistful of her hair, and I can feel it filling her mouth, burning hot. One big swallow and two little ones and she holds me there for a while, taking the last drops with her tongue before she climbs up and rests her head on my chest.