Page 172 of Their Princess

“Yes, you can,” breathed Adelina, rubbing her lower back against my cock. She knew exactly what the fuck she was doing to me.

I couldn’t. At least, not today. In fact, if she didn’t stop that, I might have to run to the store to buy a new pair of pants.

A growl rolled through my chest. “Give her one more,” I ordered Graff.

“Geez, man, I don’t know how the fuck you’re holding back.” He dropped to one knee and reached up under Adelina’s skirt. “But you don’t ever have to tell me twice. I’ll eat her orgasms like candy.”

Graff reached higher under her skirt as I bent my head down to Adelina and said, “This one is mine.”

Like her.

I knew the second Graff touched her pussy because she jerked back, gasping. Her head flung into my shoulder, and I latched my arms around her center, holding her against me. Graff peeked under her skirt as he worked, sweat gleaming on his forehead.

Adelina started moaning loudly, and I kissed her, slipping my tongue inside of her mouth. She dropped her chin, allowing me further access, and I deepened the kiss. I wanted to explore every hidden place. Then again, every part of her, as this sexual creature, had always been hidden to me. Now, it was my time to conquer her, if only from a distance.

Mia cara ragazza came again, jerking forward and nearly slipping from my arms, but I gathered her back up and kept her close, flicking my tongue inside of her mouth. I swallowed everyone of her moans. When Graff pulled back, I did too and then brushed her hair out of her face.

Neomi would have a field day if she saw her daughter in such a state, but I thought she was more beautiful now in this vulnerable state than I’d ever seen her before.

“How are you feeling, tesoro?” I asked.

With each labored breath, she only nodded. Her ribs expanding like she had been running a marathon. In a way, she had.

“Was it good?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said when she finally regained her voice. “Wait, Graff, what are you doing?”

Without me realizing it, he had opened the box he had brought and then had his hand under her skirt again. Adelina’s mouth dropped open, and she mewled. Graff cocked a smile, so I laughed. Fuck, her body was so fucking responsive.

“That’s the last present from Sas,” explained Graff. “For during and after the wedding.”

I arched an eyebrow as Graff held up a small plastic square and pressed a button. Adelina jerked in my arms, eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head. Each jerk flattened my cock against my body, and she ground down. Fuck, I was going to come if this continued.

Graff draped her skirt down onto the floor, and I asked, “What is it?”

“A vibrator,” said Graff, raising his eyebrows.

“Sas really is a sick bastard,” I mumbled.

Graff nodded. “He’ll be waiting at the end of the aisle for you, pretty princess.”

And then he left. As the door closed, Adelina jerked, moaned, and whined again. The door closed behind him, and she tried to push up from my lap.

“Shit, I have to get ready for the wedding.” Her hands patted her head. “I need to redo my hair. Probably my makeup. Rafe, let go.”

“I can’t,” I admitted, my hands tight to her arms.

“Why not?”

“Because if you move, I’m going to have a big mess.”

My cock twitched, and I tried to think of anything else because how good she felt. How she tasted. How she sounded.

“I can feel it,” she said, her voice husky now.

Hearing those words didn’t help; they would send me tumbling into an abyss of pleasure. “Just give me a minute before you move.”

“No.” Adelina pushed away from me and ducked down.

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