Page 39 of The Princess and Her Mercenary

He needed no other prompt than that. He reached under her skirt and tore her panties from her body, the sting of the fabric against her skin exciting her even more. Wetness gathering between her thighs. She reached between them and shoved his boxing shorts down over his cock, freeing the beast.

"Want you so fucking bad." He turned them so that her back was against the door, then he pulled her down onto his rigid cock, impaling her until she was so full she arched her back to ease the pressure and gasped for breath. She dug her nails into his shoulders and let out a moan.

"I want you too," she whispered. "I'll always want you."

Her words seemed to unleash something inside him, and he was slamming into her like he would never get enough. Her back hit the door repeatedly, but she didn't care; all she felt was the intense building pressure of a monumental orgasm about to take place. It hit hard and fast. She flung her head back smacking it into the door and let out a scream. She didn't care who heard them, she didn't care if the cops came busting through the door because she was screaming bloody murder, she only cared about how phenomenal it felt to be in his arms, fucking like animals.

As she was turning into a melting puddle of goo against the door, he slammed himself into her twice more and then let out a ferocious shout, unloading jets of semen up inside her. Dammit, no condom again. She was not ready to be a mother yet. She was pretty sure sticky little fingers and Crown jewels did not go well together.

They made it to the bed in time for a second bout of lovemaking. This time she managed to gasp the word, “Condom,” before he surged inside her. The second time around their movements were less frantic as they explored each other, their bodies coming back to life with a few touches, licks and kisses. The culmination of his fight tension crashed into her desperate and constant need for him, creating the perfect inferno of orgasmic energy.

Later, as they lay cooling off, Ndari rolled against Keane and gazed up at his face. “We need to start using condoms, Keane. Believe me, I’m just as excited as you to get to the fucking, but the 10 extra seconds it takes to put a condom on won’t kill anyone.”

“It might,” he grumbled.

She tweaked his nipple. He growled and slapped her hand away.

“Fine, we can use condoms for a while. Not ready to be a dad anyway.”

“My point exactly,” Ndari said with a smile, falling back against the pillows. “As much as I would love an urchin or two in the very far future, I’m not ready to share you, or our time.”

“Agreed,” he grunted, his gorgeous red eyelashes starting to drift shut. She loved the colour of his hair. It was dark at the roots, almost auburn, but faded out to a bright red, ending in a lighter, almost blond colour at the tips. It was natural and beautiful, and she wished she could bottle it in a kit. She’d make millions.

"Was your mom upset that we decided not to spend another night there?" Ndari asked.

"No," Keane said, trailing his fingers over her belly. "Mom is a realist. She knows exactly what her son wants to do with his girlfriend. It's better for everyone that we do it in a hotel room than in that tiny little bed with the paper-thin walls. I think one desecration was enough."

She giggled remembering how they'd made love in his bed. It had been a rickety little thing, jumping around as Keane fucked her. Now that she was thinking about it, she really hoped Mary hadn't heard them.

Ndari sighed contentedly, snuggled against Keane and closed her eyes. Life didn't get much better than this.

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