Page 134 of Underground Prince

Give in, he was saying. Don’t want me, need me. Ask me to fill you and I will.

His arms shook, likely fighting off the carnal urge as much as I was, if not more.

“Please, Theo,” I said. “I need you.”

There came a pause, for only a second, where he grinned, but not with crooked attitude or a smile for the win. He did it with the same kindness he used when tracing my face.

That realization scattered when he drove into me.

I cried out, every part of him stretching, tightening, filling me. I cast my eyes to the ceiling, pleasure blinding me to all sights.

“Look at me.”

Hearing his demand, I closed my eyes, preferring the feeling of him sliding, the ribbon of pleasure hitting my core and exiting, over and over, increasing the urge, the friction hitting my nerves in the very best way.

Theo stopped, bending low to lift me up, my legs around his waist, still inside me, but now we were face to face.

He kissed me. “Look at me.” And kissed me again.

Slowly, carefully, I did as he asked.

His answer was to spin until he landed flat on the bed, with me on top. Waiting.

Hands balanced on his shoulders, I held his gaze, fingers digging into his skin.

“Take control,” he said.

One breath. Two. His thumbs rubbed against my thighs, communicating patiently.

Three.

I threw one leg over, severing our connection for as much time as necessary to readjust so he would get the show of his life. Holding on to him, I slid down, facing away but understanding precisely what he’d see.

Everything. Himself being sheathed, the angle changed, the ride of a tight ass and an even tighter fit.

“Oh…fuck…” Hands came at my waist as he forgot all about being tender.

I found my own pleasure spot and rubbed with my fingers as he thrust, the pace quickening, the fire building, my free hand braced on his shin. “Theo…” I whispered at first. “Theo.”

He released in a hot burst as my body shook and gripped around him. Sweat dotted my skin as I flew with him and rode the arc of stars, shooting sparks until I was nothing but tingling, sensitive gauze where my skin used to be.

Balancing on his legs for a moment, I caught my breath and swung around until I landed at his side.

“Je…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, his stomach expanding before concaving with his deep breathing, bruises stark against his damp skin.

I mustered up the energy to sit up and face him. “I’m that good, huh?”

His voice rippled with laughter as he yanked me on top of him. “Touché.”

“I never want to stop,” I said into his neck.

His fingers slid down the line of my back.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

I smiled and said, “One of us has to be.”

“Mm. Always the jokester.” But he didn’t press the issue. “What brought you here? Not that I mind, but at the door you seemed…”

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