Page 94 of Broken Princess
The sounds spilling from my lips turned primal and raw as I drove into her in choppy strokes, urgent and animalistic, and my face contorted with the pleasure and effort. I wanted to fuck her for as long as possible, but at the same time I wanted to come instantly whenever I was inside her. She’d always had that effect on me. She just felt so fucking good. So warm, so wet.
She turned her head over her shoulder to look at me as I fucked her. There was something mesmerizing about the fire in her eyes, and I stared right into them with a clenched jaw, pumping even harder. “Come, princess.”
Her body was shaking now, and her eyes were starting to glaze over. She let out a breathy moan as her pussy began to contract around me, gripping me in pulsing waves of pleasure. She was utterly soaked, saturating me with her desire, leaving me open to slam into her with the most intense thrusts yet. “Fuck… yes!” she hissed through her teeth as she fell apart at the seams. “Keep going. Please… oh, fuck…”
“Come again,” I gritted out, leaning down so my face was only inches from hers.
She turned her head back to the front and buried her face in the pillow to smother her screams as her pussy clenched around me again and again. I was conscious of a raw, guttural sound leaving my mouth too, but I barely heard it. All I could think about was the blazing pleasure of release as I came deep inside her, gripping her hips tightly enough to leave marks all over her soft skin.
I collapsed on my back a moment later, drained and satisfied. My heart was swollen with the love I possessed for Willow, almost ready to explode.
“I know we need to get dressed for Rowan and Chloe’s wedding, but I really want to stay in bed with you,” I said with a grin, reaching out to stroke her hair. “Is that terrible?”
Her eyes crinkled around the sides. “No. I know exactly how that feels. During yesterday’s Order meeting, all I could think about was sliding onto your lap and grinding all over you.”
“As much as I’d love that, you probably shouldn’t try it,” I said, letting out a low chuckle. “They might change their minds about letting us lead the society.”
She raised her brows. “Or maybe they’d like us even more for giving them all a free show.”
My grin widened. “Good point.”
It wasn’t easy for us to take control of the Order six years ago, considering the gravity of leading six hundred of the country’s most influential people, but Willow and I made it work in the end.
We had a large advisory council to help us, and we’d done away with a lot of the old bullshit in order to streamline things. We kept some of the cabalistic rituals for the new recruits, though, along with the parties and the annual Bacchanalia on Fire Island. We figured the members deserved a bit of fun and excitement every so often in return for their hard work.
I reached over and kissed Willow, squeezing her breasts with one hand. She giggled and broke away from my lips. “Stop. We really need to get dressed.”
“Five more minutes,” I said, sliding my hand down to her stomach.
She shook her head, sat up, and gathered the sheets around her waist. “You know you’ll end up wanting more than that, and then we’ll actually miss the wedding.”
“True. But you can’t blame me for wanting you all the time. Not when you make me so fucking happy.”
“How about I make you happy in another way?” she said, arching an eyebrow. “Do you think that might be enough to keep you at bay for a few hours?”
I pretended to think about it. “Hmm… a way to make me happy that doesn’t involve me fucking your brains out. Does that even exist?” I joked.
She nodded, eyes glimmering with a devious light. “Uh-huh,” she said, grabbing my left hand and moving it to her breasts again.
“I thought you said it doesn’t involve me fucking you,” I growled, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers. I was starting to get hard again.
“It doesn’t. Not right now, anyway.”
I frowned. “I’m confused.”
She put one of her hands over mine on her chest. “Remember how I said I’ve always loved these piercings?” she said.
“Yes.”
“Well, as much as I love them, I might have to take them out.”
“Why?”
“I don’t think you can breastfeed very well with bars through your nipples,” she replied.
My eyes widened. “You’re….”
She cut me off with a tinkling laugh. “I’m not pregnant, no. But I know how much you’ve always wanted to have kids with me, and I think I’m finally ready.”
