Page 95 of The Princess's Chosen

"I'm not as—as good at saying wicked things as—"

"I don't need you to be like anyone else," I said, bending forward and pressing a kiss to his warm chest. As much as I loved the almost poetic filth of Thao's speeches during sex, I liked Wendell's quiet intensity just as much.

His hands squeezed my thighs, guiding me down, joining my hands in a tangle as he pressed his length against my sex, encouraging me to rub myself on him as he grew hard. His fingers slid between us to stroke insistently at my clit, and he grinned up at me as I started to whimper and grow impatient.

"I want you to get me nice and slick for you," Wendell said, cheeks blushing. "And then I'm going to bend you over the desk. Or the armchair, what do you think?"

He was fully hard, pressed between his stomach and my sliding pussy as I rocked on top of him. Wendell was probably my most patient Chosen, and anytime he was involved he always made sure I came before anyone even fucked me. I considered testing that patience now, teasing him as much as he did with me, and then decided it'd be easier and faster if I just played along.

I glanced down at the papers on the desk and then back over my shoulder at the tall armchair and its deep cushions.

"Better not ruin the paperwork," I said, gasping as Wendell swirled his fingertip directly against my clit and hunched beneath me to suck on my breasts.

I slid my fingers into those silky blond locks and let out a high, breathy moan. Wendell was quick and observant. He pinched at my clit gently and I came with a bright cry, a soft and surprising flash of giddy heat and magic bubbling through me. I drew back on the magic before it could do something ridiculous with the room and then squeaked as Wendell sat up, lifting me from the desk with so little effort.

Three steps to the chair and he set me on my feet, cupping my face for one deep kiss, tongue laving against mine, and then another as I tried to climb back into his arms. His cock was smearing pre-cum against my belly and my own thighs were already a little glossy and damp. Wendell pulled away with a hum, and for a moment I wished Cosmo and Thao were here to appreciate our beautifully rumpled diplomat. Then he turned me around and swatted my rear.

"Knees on one arm, hands on the other," he said, with surprising directness.

I blinked at the chair in front of me and imagined the precarious balance of the position he was suggesting, but then he nudged me forward. He held my thighs steady as I climbed into place, my palms landing on the other arm with a smack. The chair wobbled, and Wendell released one of my legs to hold the back of the chair.

"If you let me break my nose—"

"I would never. I'm very partial to your nose. No, keep your thighs closed like that," Wendell said as I started to shift my thighs apart.

Which was good because the arm wasn't really wide enough for him to fit between my legs.

"Hold still, just like that," he murmured, the hair on the inside of his legs tickling my feet. The sticky head of his cock nudged against my ass, and my eyes widened as he pulled my cheeks apart, adjusting himself until he was pressing against the opening of my cunt.

"Oh stars," I hissed as he started to push in. I was swollen from my orgasm, and with my thighs pressed together I felt even tighter as Wendell pushed in.

"Yesss. Push back, love," Wendell murmured.

I sank back, forcing Wendell into me, and we both groaned at the tight pressure of him inside of me, of me sucking him down into my core.

"Can you ride me like this?" he gasped.

I absolutely could and I did it eagerly, starting with small movements to be sure Wendell could keep the chair and me from toppling over. When it held steady, I grew more insistent, my ass bouncing against his hips as they kicked gently into me. It was a dull kind of pleasure, intense but also shallow for me without any stimulation to my clit, but Wendell made the most delicious sounds in response, and I grinned and grew rough as his fingers dug into my ass.

"Fuck. Fuck you're so tight," he hissed. "Oh,shiiiit."

Wendell grew quiet and obscene, his words barely audible over the sound of our skin slapping. I tucked my smile against my shoulder and peered out of the corner of my eyes. His gaze was focused on my ass as it bounced, attention rapt, fingers clenching roughly over my cheeks.

"So fucking pretty," he murmured, and I giggled, interrupting his stare. Wendell blushed and then held my eyes as his hand lifted briefly and then came down with acrack!

"Oh!" My elbows folded, and Wendell groaned, sinking deeper into my channel as my back arched.

"I watched your ass the other night as Aric did that," Wendell ground out.

Slowing my pace of riding his cock, I moved my hands down to the cushions, bending my body forward, our breath stuttering as Wendell leaned into me, his cock so deep I thought I could feel the weight of it in my heartbeat.

"Do it again," I offered.

This time Wendell watched my flesh bounce as he spanked me, and I buried my squeal in my hands, nearly forcing him out of my cunt with the clench. Wendell groaned and then braced a foot on the edge of the chair, taking a new angle and a sudden control. I howled into the cushion as he bucked into me eagerly, the chair trembling with the force of his thrusts and a new pounding tension building in me. I wiggled my fingers between my thighs, barely managing to brush at the lips of my sex, but the gentle tickle against my clit paired the with booming feeling of Wendell inside of me was enough. With the next sharp slap against my ass, I came with a muffled scream, my teeth around my fist and a bright flash behind my eyes. Wendell grew frantic and uneven inside me until his hips stuttered and his weight leaned into me as he coated my core with warmth.

I stiffened at the sound of the light clap from the door, but Wendell only huffed, leaning forward to wrap his arms around me. He maneuvered us with a careful slide, holding me against his chest as he fell into the seat, one leg draped over the arm I'd braced my hands on, the other resting against the floor. When I peeked, Thao and Cosmo were closing the door behind them, twin hungry grins on their faces.

"I was a little rough with her. Be gentle to start," Wendell said, and then he reached down and coaxed my legs open, spreading me wide with my legs hooked outside his, displaying me for their eyes as our mixed release slipped out of me.

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