Page 184 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

I’d felt the tip of his cock so close to the entrance a few times, but it would keep sliding forward instead of in.

“Lift up a little,” Chris instructed.

I did, placing my hands on his chest to steady myself. He reached between us, his eyes searching mine as he lined the tip of his cock to my entrance.

“When you’re ready, start lowering down on me. Go slow, so it doesn’t hurt.”

I felt a little silly, needing instructions on how to have sex. But, if he thought my questions were silly, too, my man didn’t show it. All I saw was pleasure and pride on his face, as I started lowering myself on him while he held his cock steady for me.

The first inch stretched me, and I stopped.

Chris wasn’t moving. I wasn’t even sure he was breathing as he waited for me. I took a few deep breaths, and when the stretching didn’t hurt like I thought it would, I lowered myself little by little until he was fully seated inside me.

“Ju-Just like before. If it feels good, rock back and forth until you find a rhythm you like,” he managed to instruct, even though he appeared to be having trouble swallowing.

I did an experimental wiggle, trying to put a word to how it felt to feel him sliding inside me. I couldn’t. It felt too good for words, and by the strangled noise ripped out of the love of my life, I could tell it felt good for him, too. I rocked again, letting his cock slide out a little further each time I did, experimenting and moaning when I felt the tip hitting a spot just right that made me gasp.

“Fuck, Violet. You’re noises are killing me. Does it feel good, Little Warrior?” he cooed, his knuckles white from his restraint.

I whimpered and nodded, trying to change the way I was moving. I leaned down a little, my hands resting on his chest. I lifted up and sank back down on him, causing him to throw his head back, and moan loudly when I did it again.

“Touch me,” I begged him.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” he asked.

“Everywhere. I need your hands on me. I need—” I panted, trying to figure out exactly what I needed. “I need you to take over. Make me cum, Chris. I wanted to feel you making love to me. Your way.”

He sat up, growling his approval. I almost fell back, but as usual, my love had me. I never had to fear anything as long as he was near me. He steadied me before he pulled me to his chest and kissed me. He ripped his lips from mine as he placed his hands on my ass, and started lifting me and letting me sink back down on his cock. I let my head fall back when he hit that spot inside me again, and he latched onto my throat, leaving tiny little bites everywhere, before he dipped his head a little further down and pulled my nipple into his mouth. I detonated like a firecracker with a silent cry.

“Goddess, Violet,” Chris groaned, pushing my body down onto his cock one more time as he buried his face in my neck, and I felt the rush of his hot cum filling me up.

He lowered himself back to the bed, keeping me wrapped in his arms as if I was the most precious thing to him. I snuggled closer, feeling like the happiest person in the world.

“You’re fucking perfect, Little Warrior,” he whispered, after a few minutes of silence as our bodies calmed. “Thank you for choosing me.”

“I will choose you every day until the day I die,” I assured him. I looked up at him, happy tears coming to my eyes. “Thank you for being so patient. Thank you for choosing me back.”

We cuddled for a while and then I asked, “Can we do it again soon?”

“If I ever say no to that question, shoot me because someone took over my body,” he chuckled. “First we should eat, though.”

I was about to protest, but at the mention of food, both of our stomachs growled. I looked at the warm sandwiches on the counter and realized that would do nothing to fill us up.

“How about I cook some real food for us downstairs?” I suggested.

“I’ll help. Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”

I rolled to the side so I could land on the bed. Before I could get up though, Chris rolled over on top of me. He kissed me properly, using his whole body to tell me how he felt, and making me forget I was hungry. He pulled back, the heat in his eyes getting me ready for another round instantly, but he stood, lifted me into his arms and carried me into the bathroom.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Bellarose

Ifucked up.

It was a hard truth to face as I watched Adam trying to get excited over feeding the giraffes, But failing. Even when the giraffe, sensing his sadness, tried to tickle the palm of his hand with its tongue, there was still no smile on my monkey’s face.

I fucked up.

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