Player's Princess (A Royal Sports Romance)(73)

I relax just a little and close my eyes, and suck in a sharp breath. It hurts, just a little bit, a sweet sting. It's almost uncomfortable as his thickness spreads me open, but it feels so f*cking good to have him in me. My legs shake harder and still he holds me, slowing my descent. I try to take him faster and he makes me go slower, makes me savor it.

From the look on his face, he's savoring it too.

My weight settles in his lap, and I sit up, my breath quickening. God, he's huge. I had no idea how full I would feel. I shake all over, just from sitting on him and having him in me.

His hands roam my body, and I find I like it when I move, so I start to ride him with my hips moving forward and back, his thickness shifting inside me. He slides his hands slide up my body and cup my breasts. He doesn't squeeze hard enough, so I grab his wrists and push into him, twisting his hands to tease my nipples.

Oh. My. God.

"You like it?"

"Yes," I pant.

"There's no one here. Moan. Moan for me, baby. Fucking scream. Let it go."



Jason



I am going to lose control. There is no sight more beautiful. Her snow-pale skin glows in the moonlight, still dappled with ocean water. Every time she moves, little, cold, stinging flicks of water land on my thighs. How is she not freezing? Maybe she is. She's trembling, and her nipples are hard enough to cut glass. I lift my hands from her hips to touch them, feel their soft stiffness under my fingers.

Ana gasps and her stomach clenches, and the expression on her face is somewhere between ticklish and feels good. She gives me a sharp look, and I run my hands over her warm skin, marveling at the sight. I'm buried in her to the root, my cock throbbing like a newborn star between my legs.

As she leans on my chest, she bites her lip and starts to ride up and down. I can see my cock sliding out of her just a fraction before her furnace-hot sex swallows it again, and all I can do is pant and watch. She's so f*cking wet, it's incredible. I grab her neck and pull her down roughly, tightening my stomach to lift her up. I have to taste her breasts.

Ana chokes back a soft cry as I take her nipple in my mouth and falls on me, cradling my head in her arms as we find a rhythm together.

Fuck, f*ck, f*ck, I can't stand this. I shift and push her down, holding her against my chest, and thrust into her from below. I can't believe how soft and silky and warm her skin is, the way she shudders at the slightest touch, like my fingers are magic wands.

She whimpers and chokes back a noise again, rising a little from my chest. I loosen my grip and let her ride the way she wants, take my cock the way she wants. Every sensation is a surprise for her, and the shock and pleasure is written on her face. She's so worried about making noise, she grabs my finger and pulls it into her mouth and sucks, hard.

I pull my finger loose and cup her breasts, then grab her sides and push her down onto my cock so hard it hurts, but I don't care. I want to reach every inch inside her.

"Moan for me. Scream. Make some noise, Ana. Let me hear you."



Ana



After so much forcing myself quiet, I let out every sound that forms in my throat, every moan and cry, every whimper and blissful sigh.

Jason grabs me and rolls. I lock my legs around him as he mounts me, thrusting harder now. He gives me a questioning look.

"Does it hurt—?"

"Fuck me very hard. Now."

"As you command, Princess."

He drives into me, and I rake his back with my nails, nip at his neck, urge him on with my feet on his thighs as I grip him with mine. As he thrusts and grinds against me, my pleasure mounts, growing within me by the second, like a flower unfolding, flaming petals rising from its core to spread heat through my body. The water in my hair will boil; the droplets on my skin should sizzle.

He f*cks like a god, and I feel like a goddess.

Jason thrusts into me hard and holds himself there, then does it again. The lust in his eyes is almost like anger, and somehow he is rough and gentle at the same time. I curl up against him as he presses me down and ride the sensation, my eyes pressed shut.

I try to hold back. I try to contain myself, but I cry out, loudly, until my throat burns as beautiful anguish consumes my body. The pleasure goes from trickling through my middle like the first melt of spring snow to a raging, boiling torrent that fills me until it radiates through my skin, sending me into sheer ecstasy.

He grunts and holds me close, and I can feel him throbbing, pulsing, oh my God. He's coming, I can feel it. His body is like iron, hard and tight and hot, the power in him almost frightening, but it's mine, mine, I made him do this. I take him into me, steal him, swallow him, draw us together. There is only one, only us.

"Don't you dare f*cking stop," I cry out.

He doesn't. He grabs my hips as he rises up, and turns me over. I get on all fours and thrust back at him and he takes me again, eager and ready. God, it feels so good, so raw, the energy coursing through me tightening my muscles into wires. I f*ck him as much as he f*cks me, thrusting back against him so our bodies meet like the waves meeting the shore behind us.

I'm so loud my voice echoes. Jason moans, grunts, cries out. He goes still, and I use my hands and knees to push back against him, taking him hard. He pulls me with him as he falls back, and I ride him facing away, my fingers laced through his. I can f*ck him harder this way, our bodies meeting furiously.