Player's Princess (A Royal Sports Romance)(162)

He starts licking my shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“I wonder, can I rub the spots off?”

“That tickles, quit it.”

Telling him it tickles only makes it worse. Soon he’s hard again and I’m wet and pulsing, and I take him inside me. I stay on top this time and ride slowly, savoring him. I’m not going to stop until he’s too sore to continue.

“Come for me,” I beg him softly. “Come, my prince.”

He does, his body jerking sharply as instinct takes over and his thrust lifts me up. I roll my hips forward and back, urging him to give me every drop.

He pulls me down on top of him, panting, and I lie there for a while, rising and falling as he breathes.

I don’t care about my nakedness anymore. The firelight casts a healthy glow on my pale skin, slick with a sweaty sheen. I feel like I’ve been sitting in a sauna, I’m so sweaty.

He holds me tight and whispers to me and strokes me and pets me, and I forgive him when he falls asleep after a while.

I bite my lip and slip out of the bed. He stirs and his eyes flutter open, and he turns to watch me pad bare-assed naked across the room to the cabinet on the far side.

“What are you doing?”

I grab the little bottle of lube I asked my handmaid (by the way, I have handmaids now) to tuck away for me and hide it in my hand, pressed to my chest, as I saunter back to the bed, swaying my hips in an exaggerated motion as I bite my lip and lock gazes with him.

Gently I push on his legs and he spreads them, his face a mix of anticipation and curiosity. I squeeze lube into my palm and start stroking his cock, slowly and patiently, feeling every pulse of his heart as he comes to full hardness in my hands.

I settle my crown on my head and kneel before his slicked-up cock, and smile.

“I want to give you my wedding gift, my prince,” I purr, inwardly amazed that I’m pulling this off the way I planned it without turning into a stuttering idiot. “Your princess belongs to you. All of her.”

I slick his cock up with even more lube and turn around, kneeling. I arch my back and push my butt out and give it a little wiggle, grinning at him over my shoulder as I kneel between his legs.

Sitting back, I take him in my hand. His cock glides naturally between my ass cheeks and presses at my rosebud, the pressure building as I ease back into him. I feel his whole body going tense as I sit back and then all of a sudden he glides inside me.

I stop, shuddering and gasping. Holy hell, this feels weird.

“My princess…”

“I like it,” I groan, taking him deeper. “Just go slow for me, okay? Really slow, it’s…f*ck, you’re huge.”

I lean forward as he sits up, piling pillows and covers under myself, hugging them as he takes control, entering me deeper. As he takes me it feels like I’ve forgotten how f*cking enormous he is, and feel more than a twinge of fear at the thought of him putting that monster all the way in my body.

That is the hottest thing, the way I feel at his mercy. I’ve given myself completely to him, he owns me now and there’s nothing left.

Do it, own me.

His thrusts are gentler and slower than usual but longer, and I feel every tiny movement and twitch of his cock inside me, touching places I didn’t know could be touched. It feels too good to even groan. He strokes my back with his hand as he holds my hip, not breaking the slow, steady rhythm he’s established.

“Does it please you?” he says.

“Y…yes, does it please my prince?”

“Yes.”

“Please come for me. Come in my ass, my prince. Make me yours.”

“As you have made me yours,” he says, moving ever so slightly faster.

He reads my every movement, every clench and quiver, every little moan and movement of my head, the way my back and legs tense when he pushes into me all the way and I feel his balls pressed against my *. God, I wish he had two cocks.

He knows. He gently, very gently and slowly, takes me onto my side, spooning into my back, and his finger enters me, moving in time with his cock in my ass.

I just lie there in a haze, my muscles relaxing one by one until I forget what it’s like to move. I close my eyes as my * grips his finger and my * tightens in spasms, growing closer and closer to the grand finale.

“Oh Goooood,” I moan, shuddering.

He doesn’t say anything, he just grunts and comes inside me, his body shaking with restraint. He doesn’t give me his usual punishing thrust as he breaks. He impales me so slowly and holds it there throbbing while he comes.

“Fuck,” I chirp out, and then lose it.

It hurts to have him in my ass while I lose control but I don’t care. I lie there and thrash, pulsing around him, and he holds me still and rides it out.

I nearly pass out from the intensity of it then lie there groaning. He pulls out of me slowly, and for some reason when he leaves me completely it’s the only time it’s truly painful, as my body adjusts to the absence.

I flop onto my back and stare at his dick.

That was in my butt, and I liked it.

For some reason I find that incredibly funny and break out into a gale of laughter.

My prince looks at me like I’ve gone mad. Then he joins me.

After I lie there long enough to catch my breath, he picks me up from the bed and carries me into the shower. I sit on the little bench in a daze, hugging myself while he washes my hair and scrubs my back, then stands me up and cleans my legs and under my arms, lifting my limbs like I’m a doll.