Player's Princess (A Royal Sports Romance)(54)

"You seem to like it well enough," I tell him as I cup his balls in my hand.

I stroke him slowly, kissing along his shoulders, his arms. He jerks when I sniff at his armpits.

"What are you doing?"

"I like the smell."

I work my way around his front, watching his reaction as he looks down at me. I run my hands up over his broad shoulders and kiss his chest, and he immediately tenses with a sucked-in breath when I kiss him again, this time lower, just an inch, so close it could almost be the same spot.

"Please," he says.

I look up at him, and his arms jerk. He wants to touch me, but I told him no, and he's listening.

Pressing my lips against his hard stomach, I taste his skin, run my tongue over it.

"Do you want me to kneel?" I whisper.

"I'll lie down if you—"

"Do you want me to kneel?" I ask.

Before he answers, I trap his cock against my chest and let the underside of his shaft slide over my body as I stand up and press against him.

"Yes," he blurts out. "I want to watch you get on your knees and suck me off."

"That's the truth," I murmur and sink to my knees.

I take him in both hands and work myself up. I want to do it, I do want to, but it's such a strange thing. I feel almost giddy, excited by the idea. At first I only have the courage to tip forward and touch my lips to the head of his cock.

They spread over the head, and he groans. I don't yet truly take him into my mouth. I look up and watch his reaction. His entire body tenses, turning marble to steel as his muscles go rigid under his skin.

"Sit down," I tell him.

He backs to the bed and sits. I move toward him on my knees, and his eyes drink my body, like the promise of fingers on my skin, my lips, my breasts.

"Don't lie down. Sit up. Touch me."

I'm not sure what I expect, but his legs close against my arms and he leans forward, stroking my hair and my chin as I take him in my mouth. I suck the head first, then take him deeper. He's just too huge to take in entirely. Too long at this and my jaw will ache, but the taste has me enthralled, the heat of him filling my mouth like a kiss, but more raw, more sexual, more lustful.

"This is so f*cking hot," he groans, pulling me to him.

I use my hands and mouth on him, and he starts to shake.

Pulling back, I lightly stroke him in my hands and look up at him.

"Are we still playing Truth or Dare?"

He nods, apparently at a loss for words.

"I'm going to make you come in my mouth, and I dare you to kiss me."

I dip forward before he can answer and throw myself at it. Whether I am any good, I do not know. I make up for lack of practice with enthusiasm. This is not a degradation at all. I feel powerful. I own him. He's giving himself to me. When he grunts and jerks back and his legs tighten around me, it's an embrace. When his cock throbs and fills my mouth with a burst of hot seed, I gulp it down hungrily, eager to have him inside me, to be his.

I need not repeat my dare. He hooks his hands under my arms and yanks me up and kisses me hard, driving his tongue into my mouth. Before I can even break the kiss, he rolls me onto the bed and pins me down with his weight, and he kisses me even harder, like he wants to swallow me.

His finger enters my throbbing * easily. I'm so wet I can feel it on my thighs. He pumps his hand, stroking me inside, using his thumb to caress me outside, circling my clit. Under him, pinned down, I moan into his mouth. He stops kissing me just long enough for me to catch my breath and then kisses me again, swallowing my shuddering moans and cries of ecstasy. A second finger enters me easily.

I don't want his finger, I want his cock. I want him in me, on me, pinning me down, thrusting into me, filling me with that heat the way I swallowed it. I want him in every fiber and ounce of my being. No longer do I know if I swallowed him, or he swallowed me.

He's so huge, so powerful, so controlling. I thought I was strong, but I am nothing before him, and I surrender instantly. I feel air on my back as he lifts me bodily from the bed, f*cking me with his hand. My legs jerk and curl up, and I dig my fingers into his flesh and drag my lips and tongue over his skin.

Now, now, now, I need it now, oh God….

I arch under him as he pins me down, my body trapped between him and the bed, the explosion of pleasure rocking through my body in relentless waves, curling my toes, clenching my teeth.

My legs fall still first, then my arms go limp and the tension eases out of my muscles. Slack-jawed and bleary-eyed, I let my arms slide off his body to fall where they will on the bed.

My eyes open halfway when I feel his mouth on my chest. He's tasting my sweat. When he sniffs at my armpits, I giggle.

"Stinky pits," he says and tickles me.

It's too much. I pull his hands away, groaning.

"Let me lie for a moment. Puh-please."

He pulls me close to him, and I lie in his arms, taking shallow breaths.

"I dare you to f*ck me," I demand, embracing him.

"Truth. Pick a truth."

"You don't want to?"

He strokes my hair and touches my cheek.

"I do. Very badly. I need… you deserve more than this. More than the heat of the moment. I don't want to rut with you. I want your first time to mean something. I want to show you what you mean to me."