Page 8 of His Princess

And he’d taken his boots off. Apparently, he planned to stick around a while.

Well, hello. Who’s this pretty little thing? I placed my tumbler on the small table beside my chair where my work tablet currently sat. I patted my thigh. “Come here, Princess.”

His jaw firmed and the fire in his gaze danced with rebellion.

My stomach churned with need. I liked that he fought against my demands, because if there was anything I enjoyed, it was a bit of resistance and a chase. But sometimes I also wanted an obedient wife who bent over when I told her—maybehim?—to take my cock in their tight little pussy.

He squared his shoulders and stalked toward me. Even though he was fighting against the idea of this, he walked so much more daintily than his mother. Everything about him was soft, and he could argue it all he wanted, but he was already a better wife than Bethany.

“Sit on my lap,” I growled out, hunger flooding me. I ate him up with my gaze, taking in the femininity of his long lashes and the gentle curve of his chin. His mouth was supple and pouty, with the most perfect cock-sucking lips I’d ever seen in my life.

He hesitated and his nostrils flared. “I want to make rules first.”

I laughed and tilted my head. “What makes you think you get to enforce them, Princess? You’ll be my wife. I am the king of the house.”

He crossed his arms, and in this position, he reminded me of Bethany. He had her stubbornness and her fire, the same spunk that had attracted me to her in the first place. “I want to keep going to college, and I want my car back. Even better, I want a pink one.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Do you?”

“Even if you have to get it painted, that’s what I want.” He jutted out his jaw, and I held in the urge to laugh at how adorable he was. His defiance was as enticing as the rest of him. “And I want a credit card with no limit. If I’m your wife, you will spoil me.”

I clucked my tongue. “A wife shouldn’t be so demanding.”

He ignored me and sucked in a deep breath. “Also, while we’re doing this, I’m negative. For everything. I get tested regularly and take PrEP. How about you?” He pursed his lips in my direction.

“I’m good, and I’m not wearing condoms.”

“If you ever, and I mean ever stick your dick in someone besides me, you wrap up until you test negative.” He stomped his foot. “Those are the rules.”

“Fine.” I spread my legs, and I didn’t miss the way his gaze dropped to my crotch where my cock was straining against my pants. I rubbed myself, kneading the heel of my palm against my aching cock. “Here are my conditions. You can go to your classes. I assume they’ll be during the day, around the same time I’m at work, which is good because when I get home, I expect dinner ready and the house clean. After we eat, you’ll bend over and let me breed your pussy. I want you nice and full of my cum every night until it’s dripping from your hole. You’ll let me fuck you whenever I want, no matter the time or place. If I want to fuck you while you sleep, you’ll wake up and say thank you. And when you wake up before me, you’ll use your mouth on my cock. Am I clear?”

He sucked in a breath and gave me a short nod.

“I didn’t hear you, Princess. Speak up for your husband.” Delight raced through me.

He inhaled deeper this time. “I understand... Husband.”

I grinned, pleasure bubbling low in my stomach. My cock twitched and the desire to fuck myself inside of his tight hole made it throb. “Come sit on my lap.” I patted my thigh again, and this time he didn’t hesitate. He walked closer and slowly slid onto my crotch, his ass right over my cock. He knew what he was doing, and I had to applaud him for the way he sat with his legs on one side of my thighs and his hole right above my twitching boner.

“Good girl,” I purred, leaning up to nip his earlobe.

He shuddered, a shaky breath slipping from between his sweet lips.

“Do you want to make your husband happy, Princess?” I cupped his face and turned it so that our mouths were inches apart.

He visibly swallowed. “Yes, dear.”

My insides sizzled, and I grabbed his hips, nails digging into the clothing that separated me from his bare skin. Fuck, I could already imagine how silky he would be to the touch. “Suck my cock, sweetheart. Show me how grateful you are that you’re my wife now.”

His tongue darted out to lick his lips and he shifted so that he stood beside the wingback chair. I pushed the ottoman to the side, giving him ample room to fall on his knees in front of me, which he did. He stared up, long dark lashes fluttering and liquid hazel eyes smoldering. I smirked back at him as I spread my thighs.

“Are you a virgin?” I whispered as he shuffled forward so that he sat between my legs.

He frowned ever so slightly and shook his head. “No.”

I reached down to grab his long hair, fingers curling and latching on to the strands in a tight grip.

He gasped in pain and slapped his hand on my wrist. “Ow, that hurts.”

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