Page 11 of Wrapped Up

His palms, firm and possessive, run along the curves of my back.

“Do you know what you look like right now, Princess? Tied up, bent over, your curves on full display for me. Fucking irresistible.”

Heat prickles across my skin, a delicious tension coiling in my stomach. He steps closer, pressing himself against my back so that I can feel his hard length through his jeans. My grip on the railing tightens as I push back against him, desperate for more.

“I want to be inside you,” he whispers while grinding his hips against mine. “To feel your tight pussy wrap around me, taking all that I have.”

A throaty moan escapes my lips as I push back against him, craving more of his touch. “Please,” I beg, my voice thick with need. “Fuck me.”

His hot breath fans across my ear as he chuckles lowly.

“Oh, Princess,” he purrs, his hand sliding down to squeeze my ass possessively. “You have no idea how much you turn me on. When you beg like that, it drives me wild.”

In an instant, the charged silence is broken by the sound of his jeans unzipping. He pulls out his large, thick cock, a small bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip. With practiced ease, he tears open a condom wrapper and rolls it down his length.

Our gazes lock as he pumps himself with one hand.

“Do you want this?”

I nod, incapable of forming words.

“Good. Because I plan on giving it to you so good.”

He grips my hips. “Arch your back, and spread those legs for me.”

I comply, pushing my butt out and arching my spine in this vulnerable position. It's thrilling to be so exposed, to feel his primal gaze devouring every inch of my body.

“Fuck.” His palm glides over my skin like a flame. “You look so damn hot like this. Open and ready for me.” His fingers trace the small of my back, igniting sparks of arousal within me. “And that spot on your lower back... it's incredibly sexy.”

His words play with my mind, making me feel wanted, turned on, and desirable in a way I’ve never experienced before.

My previous sexual experiences were nice, comfortable even, but they don't compare to the raw, primal need that is consuming me now. For a moment, I question how I could have such intense chemistry with someone who is practically a stranger. But as soon as his fingers dig into my flesh and his hard cock glides against my slick folds, pleasure takes over and all rational thoughts disappear.

Waves of pleasure wash over me as he teases my entrance, coating himself in my wetness. I can feel the heat pulsing between my thighs and I push back against him, craving to feel him inside of me.

“Please,” I moan.

“That's it, Princess. Tell me how badly you want this.”

The head of his cock presses against my entrance. I spread my legs wider, arching my back further, inviting him inside. Nothing else exists in this moment—only his ragged breaths and the promise of bliss.

“Take me, hard,” I plead, the desperation spilling out.

In one powerful thrust, he enters me and I cry out in pleasure. My fingers tighten their grip on the railing as I push back into him, seeking even more delicious friction.

Suddenly, a door creaks open. Hushed voices break the intimacy, and panic seizes me. I struggle against the silk ties, trying to glimpse down the stairs. Shadows dance in the dim light before the door shuts again, leaving only our ragged breathing.

My Prince chuckles softly. “Looks like we almost got caught, Princess,” he leans in and whispers. “But maybe they're just pretending to leave. Maybe they heard you moaning and now they're listening to how I'm making you climax.”

The thought of being discovered, of someone hearing the intimate sounds of our bodies melding together, only adds to the intensity of my arousal.

His hands grasp my hips with a fierce strength, his fingers digging into the flesh on my backside as he spreads my cheeks apart and starts to trace circles around my tight entrance.

“Can I play with this little hole again?”

I press myself back into him, earning an approving grunt from him.

“I love how eager you are for me, my naughty little princess.”

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