Page 68 of Princess Broken

Using her heels against my lower back for leverage, she pumps over me, moving more quickly now, but not nearly as fast as I would typically, and she still hasn’t taken in the full length of me.

Just as I conclude that my length is too much for her small body, and I swear that I’ll never force my entire cock into her again, she drops down hard, and takes me fully in. Stopping there, she pants as she looks into my eyes.

“You okay?” I ask softly, my voice unexpectedly hoarse.

“Fantastic,” she answers, and we smile into each other’s eyes.

“Okay, if I take over for a bit?” I ask, feeling myself already moving inside her, my cock twitching and pulsing, hoping for some friction.

She nods, her thready exhale telling me that she’s feeling my cock’s twitches too.

Gripping her hips I lift and lower her over me. I start with a similar pace to what she used, letting her body milk the entire length of me with each pass, but soon my hips are thrusting up to meet each of her landings. I didn’t plan that, but my hips seem to have a mind of their own.

I’m swept away, washed out to sea, fully enchanted by Ana, and it scares me. How can I yield so much of myself to another person, to this woman. How can I let her see me like this? Why am I letting her body control mine?

I haven’t let anyone control me since we got away from the Master, but I’m entirely under Ana’s spell. I would do her bidding without question, even break the code for her. Hell, I’ve already broken it.

This is too much. I can’t do this. I can’t be ruled by anyone. Not even Ana. Not ever again.

Bringing her down onto me, hard and deep, I leap onto my feet.

She gasps as she clings to me more tightly. I refuse to let her control my actions, but I check her eyes to be sure she’s okay.

She’s better than okay. She’s excited, exhilarated, and the rapid motion of my standing drove her even further onto my cock. I press her back against the tile wall, and then drive into her hard and fast.

Cushioning her head with my hand, I press her cheek against my chest, my only concession to her comfort as I punish her body, punish mine with every hard rapid thrust.

It’s time to seek my own satisfaction, to drive into her like I would any random cunt, but no matter how hard I try to shift my thinking, to regain my sanity, neither my mind nor my cock can be fooled. I know who owns the tight hole I’m inside.

Letting her head drop away from my chest, I pull her back from the wall, and she locks her heels against my butt. We work together now, her rising and falling, me driving my hips to meet her. In this position, we can see into each other’s eyes again, and it’s amazing, increasing my pleasure in ways I don’t understand.

Movement outside the shower room draws my attention. I leap, turning to protect her modesty with my body as I look back over my shoulder.

“Who’s there?” I call out.

“Forgive me,” says Maria, one of our stewards. “We thought you were alone.”

“Who’s that?” Ana’s eyes fill with alarm.

Relief floods through me. Ana’s not in danger. Spearing her with my cock and resting her upper back against the wall, I cup her face in my hands.

“It’s just our stewards. Don’t worry. I will protect you. Always.”

Then I tear into her soft body again, pumping hard and fast, eager to fill her small, warm body with my seed.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ana

Pressing my back against the wall, Flame drives into me, making my body sing—sing an ode to Flame’s body, an anthem in praise of his cock. I can’t believe he pushed me to use that crude word for his manhood, but the word felt good on my lips.

In fact, I start to imagine how his actual cock might feel on my lips. I’ve never considered putting my mouth on that part of a man, but I’ve heard some men enjoy having their members, their cocks, licked and sucked by their sexual partners. And if that act is anywhere near as pleasurable as what Flame did to me when he sucked and licked my clit, then I understand why men like it.

Flame turns me abruptly, forming a wall of muscle and power between me and the glass. “Who’s there,” he calls out.

My body tenses. Are the others back?

But Flame tells me it’s one of their stewards, the people who take care of the cleaning.

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