His Princess (A Royal Romance)(90)

I tug her blouse loose from her waist and she grabs my wrist, holding my hand in place. A full body shudder rolls through her and she lets go, and I more slowly tug the tucked fabric loose and slip my hand up her back.

“Cold.” She winces and kisses me again.

My hand grows warm in a hurry. I slip her skirt up, spread my fingers, and grab a big handful of her firm, big ass. She gasps, and then I squeeze again and give her a light smack on the butt. She jerks in my lap and squeaks, and laughs a little before I attack her with a kiss and swallow her giggles.

I start tugging her skirt farther up, bunching it around her stomach, just enough to get my hand in her underwear. They feel pretty skimpy, and I glance down and realize she’s wearing a black silk thong.

You naughty girl.

My finger slips into her tight, wet body, and she gasps, shuddering all over, and digs her nails into my chest through my shirt.

She’s too tight for two fingers. For now.

Rose writhes on my lap, riding my hand as I slowly slide my finger back and forth. My hand is quickly soaked and she paws me harder as my slow strokes inside her hit just the right spot, and her legs jerk, a little groan forced out from between her teeth.

I feel a sharp nip on my throat.

She bit me.

Rose looks almost apologetic, and mumbles, “Sorry.”

“This is what you get for that,” I say, and a second finger sinks inside her.

“Oh shit,” she blurts into my throat, “just like that.”

I hold her against me and feel her writhe as her quivering * grips my fingers.

She grabs fistfuls of my shirt and buries her face in my shoulder. She’s so hot, her skin like flame, her * a furnace. My hand is covered in her slick juices, and I feel like she’s going to break my wrist when she jerks and her legs snap together around my hand.

I turn her around so I can grind my cock in her ass while I finger-bang her. She gives me a wicked look over her shoulder, shifts, and grinds her butt against me while I slip my other hand up and cup her breast, squeeze as she pitches forward, curling up around my hand, her legs shaking, one shoe dangling off her quivering foot.

Her whole body is coiled up like a spring that’s about to snap, and then she does, bucking back against me, crying out before she tries to stifle herself, loses it, cries out again. Her * is so tight, I just want to rip her clothes off and shove myself inside her right now until I come over and over, grab her hips, and make her take me to the root and empty my balls in her.

Panting, she collapses against me.

I pull my hand loose and press my fingers to her lips. Without hesitation she sucks, and when I feel her hot lips wrapped around my finger and the suction on the tip, I can only think of how I want her to swallow my cock and look up at me with those big blue eyes and adore me while I blow a load down her throat. She licks my whole hand clean, turns around in my lap, and kisses me hard, her lips salty.

Her butt hits the horn and it beeps, and she jerks back, shocked.

“I-I-I-I need to get home,” she stammers, shaking.

She slips off me, all the way across the bench. Sweaty and shaking, she stuffs her blouse back down and looks at me, confused and flushed.

“Are you okay?”

She adjusts herself and sits in the seat. “I’m sorry I, uh, bit you.”

“Anytime.”

I roll back through the drive-through and order three Happy Meals. The big kid will probably want two of them. I request girl toys.

Rose takes the bags, her fingers brushing mine.

“Was this a date?” she says.

“I don’t know. Was it?”

“I don’t know.”

When we pull into the driveway, the kids are at the window, watching us. Being a gentleman, I get out and walk her up to the door.

“Hurry inside.”

I manage to resist the urge to smack her ass.

“Uh, see you in the morning,” she says weakly. “Ride?”

“Yeah, you can ride me anytime you want.”

“I mean I want to ride you to work. A ride to work. You know what I mean.”

“Yeah,” I sigh.

I plant a kiss right on her lips.

She blinks a few times before she opens the door and walks inside. The kids are still at the window, staring at me like I just stepped out of a flying saucer that landed on their lawn.

It’s a little silly to drive back to my house. I should have just parked there and walked her over. I’ll do that next time.

Goddamn it, Quent. There can’t be a next time. What the f*ck are you doing? This is crazy. You’re going to get her killed.

I roll into my garage. The garage door rumbles down and I head over to the computer.

Let’s see what Burt’s been up to. I’m feeling frisky.





6





Rose





To my surprise, Karen claims two of the Happy Meals for herself, or at least the food, devouring the cheeseburgers. Kelly ends up with the toys, and that works for me. They eat in the kitchen and then I bundle them off to bed as quickly as I can, and stumble into the bathroom then tumble into the shower.

I’m still shaking. I can’t remember the last time I came that hard… And I bit him. I feel weird just thinking about it, floaty. I try to wash it away with hot water, but I can still feel his fingers inside my eager body. My skin is tight and hot all over, like I’m glowing.