Page 132 of Their Princess

So tender and ticklish now.

What the hell? Did this always happen after real orgasms?

The hand disappeared, but another one splayed against the small of my back, not allowing me to move. I could squirm all I wanted, but he—Sas, this time, I knew by the longer feel of his fingers—had me trapped.

A rumble of voices mingled behind me, and I craned my neck like I could see them. But there was nothing but blackness and muffled male bickering. Another smack landed on my ass, and I placed my cheek back on the table.

Then, something large pressed between my lips, lining up with my channel.

I bit my lip, waiting with keen anticipation for what would come next.

The flared head of a cock—so much larger than a single finger—slipped inside, and I gasped. Then, Sas’s firm hands gripped my hips, and his cock drove home.

I threw my head back, arched up off the surface, and fucking screamed. My body started shaking so hard I could feel the table rattling beneath me. I clenched and bared down, fighting the intrusion.

Sas kept pushing, all the way into his hilt, holding my hips down. Slowly, I dropped my forehead to the table, no longer fighting what was deep inside me. My body started to loosen, to accept him.

A whisper erupted, almost like I was begging for more. “Sas. Oh, fuck.”

He held his cock inside me for several long minutes. It seemed like half an hour, but it was likely only seconds. The cock grew thicker, pulsing, wanting me as much as I wanted to be fucked raw.

There was a grunt. Something I could feel from where our bodies were connected. Finally, at long last, I’d lost my virginity, and I was high with this fucked-up situation. I had always known my cravings for sex wouldn’t follow the normal, boring situations, and this proved it.

More voices.

But I was so lost in all the stimulation I couldn’t find it in me to care what they talked about. I just needed more. My belly was starting to quicken, even without him moving. My body was his.

Theirs.

And I wondered if I could be theirs in more than just a body. Not today, but maybe someday.

Affirming the man fucking me was Sas, a hand wrapped into my hair and pulled me back until I was arched up off the table like a sphinx. His hips backed away and pounded into me.

I cried out, because it hurt so good.

Sas’s balls slapped my clit, and his thighs slapped mine and to top it off, his palm landed on my ass cheek. Then, both his hands returned to my hips, lifting them from the table as he drove into me over and over again. The ropes scratched against my wrists and ankles, adding to the pain and pleasure building in my body.

“Damn”—I panted—“Sas.”

I jerked and more sounds started leaking from my throat with every one of Sas’s thrusts. Not three strokes later, I was coming for the second time.

Harder as his cock kept hitting some spot inside that was driving electricity from my core to my nipples and radiating it out through every limb.

The fist wrapped into my hair again and pulled me back against Sas’s chest.

He dislodged the earplug just a little from my ear and gritted out, “Easy like a whore,” just before he put it back in place and let go of my hair.

I was still in the middle of coming as Sas withdrew. My orgasm crested and fell away, and my body wanted to be pushed to that high again. Then, I felt something hot and wet spurting onto my lower back in long, thick cords.

He hunched over me so that I could feel the heat rolling off his body and his breath brushing against my hair.

Fuck, that was hot, and I needed more.

Did Graff enjoy the show? I wanted to ask, but my brain couldn’t string enough coherent words together. Would he fuck me with his cock now?

Moments passed when I couldn’t focus on anything except all the things my body had just gone through, and then someone grabbed my hand. Not Sas.

Graff took my one bound hand in his and wrapped my fingers around his hard length. I curled them around him, but they wouldn’t touch. Sas had length, but damn did Graff have girth. My mouth watered, but I didn’t know what I was supposed to do with my hand tied.

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