Page 171 of Their Princess

She tried to pull away—fuck, I didn’t want to let her go—but Graff put his hand flat against her chest. “Now I’ve got a little wedding present for you too.”

She stiffened against me. “Really?”

Keeping his palm flat against her chest, Graff undid the belt and the button of his pants. This, I didn’t expect. Not after how I had seen Sas act with them the other night. But Sas wasn’t here. Based on Graff and Sas’s closeness, it was possible the VP ordered this.

But then again, it would still be a gift from Sas if that were true. Maybe he just approved of it?

Graff didn’t have enough hands to keep one on her chest, one on his cock, and lift the many layers of wedding dress fabric. So I grabbed her skirt and pulled it up. Adelina squirmed, but she couldn’t move with how we now had her trapped. She was Graff’s plaything now, and he wanted her intently. A gleam lurked in his eyes, filled with excitement.

“Wait, Rafe,” said Adelina,

“I’ve got you, tesoro.” I pulled her wedding dress up until my fingers dug into her stockings, threatening to rip them.

With her pussy exposed, Graff lifted her legs and straddled mine. He grabbed her chin and kissed her hard. Her hand, still at the back of my neck, pulled, and I ran my tongue up the column of her neck, nipping on her earlobe to finish.

She tilted her head to give me more access. “Rafe,” she breathed, then, “Graff.”

Damn, she was gorgeous in her wedding dress that belonged to Sas, her pussy that right now belonged to Graff, and her neck, head, and finally mouth belonged to me.

As Graff pulled out of the kiss, he gave me a hard look. “Kiss her.”

Hearing the rip of a foil packet, I did. She tasted even better than she had before. Sweeter. More enticing. My cock throbbed against her back as Graff positioned her and rocked forward. When he seated himself inside her, she moaned into my mouth. I devoured every drop of her pleasure until she had to break the kiss to gasping for breath.

She was trembling in my arms. We were both falling in so many ways, but I kept her upright, and when Graff started to fuck her, the friction against my dick threatened to make me come.

It was slow and sensual at first. A good rhythm that left her rocking against me. He thrust deeply, rolling his hips, then drew back. The next stoke was harder and ended on a heavy grunt.

“I want you to come all over me, pretty girl,” said Graff through gritted teeth, then retreated and pressed forward again. “I want to feel how your pussy pulses against my cock.”

She was fucking getting there, but I had the sense Graff was talking to me as much as to her. He wanted to show me how good she felt, and it was sending me into a slow descent to the second circle of hell.

Adelina buzzed and swayed. Each breath came out as a wheeze. The same red that had been on her cheeks was now crawling down her neck and staining her chest.

Fuck, I wanted to feel how her pussy would spasm when she came too.

Adelina whimpered, her head falling to the side.

I bent toward her ear and ordered, “Look at him as he fucks you, mia cara.” She had always been my darling, even as a little girl.

Her eyes flashed up to me, and my cock jumped up. It was contained in my pants with nowhere to go, but it hurt. So hard that I couldn’t move. Could barely think. Each time Graff thrust into her, she was pushed back against me like they were fucking me too. I wanted her to fuck me so bad.

“Guardalo, mia cara ragazza,” I ordered. I would want her eyes on me while my cock was inside her.

She shook her head and then kissed me on the lips.

“Adelina,” I whispered against her lips, trying to jerk back, but she hooked her arm tighter around my neck, holding me there. She continued to kiss me as Graff fucked her, and then she was coming again, screaming her ecstasy into my mouth.

“That’s it, pretty princess,” said Graff, picking up his thrusts now. He held her hips and jerked forward. His thighs slapped against the backs of hers as he fucked her hard and fast. “Pretty princess, you’re milking me. You got me. I’m going to—” He hollered as he came deep inside of her.

She was leaning back into me, and I dropped one last kiss at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were wide, watching Graff as he pulled out. The condom shone with her cum. The smell of her—not the perfume that masked her true scent but her sweet arousal—slithered off Graff.

And my mouth watered.

After dropping the condom in the trash and tucking himself away, Graff leaned over and gave her another hard kiss. Her hands roamed over him until he pulled away, leaving her in my lap still. The pressure of her on my dick was driving me crazy. I needed to go and do something about it, because my balls fucking ached. This moment felt like oncoming death.

“Such a pretty princess.” Graff slipped his fingers around her face like an artist molding clay. “Now, Adelina, you have had an orgasm from Sas. One from me. And...?” He looked up at me.

“I can’t,” I said.

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