Page 112 of Taking Jenny
I nuzzled her tender neck. “You’d be surprised by what I can do.” Then, I bit her earlobe and she gasped and shivered. “Would you like me to show you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
I ran a finger between her breasts and down the bodice of her gown, then paused when I reached her waist. “A shame about this dress. Pants are so limiting.”
She grinned. “I told the designer to make me something he had never seen at court. I like it. It makes me feel like a badass.”
“It’s quite fetching, but…” I slid my hand lower, pressing my palm between her legs and she groaned. Quietly, I said, “The ensemble is dangerously frustrating.”
Her hips moved against my hand, subtly rolling back and forth. She gripped my shoulder, as her breaths fell harder. “Mal, I—”
I snatched her hand and pulled her to the darkest corner of the balcony, two meters from the door. As long as no one came out, no one would see us. I pushed her against the wall, kissing her throat, while I unfastened her leather pants.
She gasped, “What are you doing?”
“Whatever I want.” I reached in and dipped my fingers into her pussy.
Her mouth dropped open, while I played with her clit. “Mal, we're gonna get caught.”
“I believe our odds were much worse the last time you worried about such a thing,” I murmured.
She giggled, so I slipped my finger into her and she shuddered. Her smile dissolved into a sharp inhale of breath. I loved making her shake, and the slick, velvet squeeze of her pussy made me drunk on her. I leaned in close and breathed in her scent. Beneath all the palace perfume, she still smelled like herself. Warm. Addictive. Real.
She was so wet, I couldn’t hold back any longer. The animal inside me took over and I spun her around so that she faced the stone wall. I jerked her pants down to her midthigh, then quickly unfastened mine, pulling out my stiff shaft and pressing forward between her legs from behind. I grabbed her hips, angling them, and when the slick heat of her pussy kissed the head of my cock, we both groaned in pleasure.
“Feel good?” I rasped into her ear.
She trembled, nodding wordlessly. Then she tipped her ass even more, giving me the perfect position in which to fuck her.
That first thrust inside her stole both of our breaths. I pinned her hands to the wall, lacing our fingers together, and slowed my movements, giving her time to adjust to my size and length. I wasn’t worried about being caught this time—it would not be the first time someone had found me fucking at a palace party—and I wanted to ensure I would not hurt her.
Gods she was tight. Too tight. Too perfect. And I wanted it to last. This wasn’t the desperate frenzy of the hunting ground. This was something deeper, hungrier. Pure, unstoppable, maddening lust for the woman that I lov—
“Fuck, Mal, that’ssogood,” she moaned.
“When we get back home,” I grunted, trying to breathe as I continued thrusting in and out of her, “I want you…and Tiger…in my bed.”
She nodded and uttered, “yes,” before her shudders grew into quakes. Her body went rigid in my grasp. Her body arched. Her legs stiffened. She panted for breath as I felt the first pulses of her orgasm start to milk my cock. Her lips parted, and I released one of her hands to cover her mouth, muffling her scream before it could pierce the air.
It took every last bit of restraint I possessed not to come, too. When her body went limp, I pulled out and readjusted her clothing, then held her until she recovered. When she did, she turned around and looked up at me with a devious grin, before she started to kneel.
But I gently grabbed her arms and kept her on her feet. “No.”
She frowned. “But you didn’t come.”
I tucked myself away, exhaling slowly to steady the need pulsing through me. “Not until I get you and Tiger in my bed.”
She pouted adorably. “But I want to suck your dick.”
“At home.” My voice dropped to a growl.
“Now.” She stroked a hand down my chest to the waistband of my pants, a seductive gleam in her eyes. “I’m the Prima, I get what I want.”
I arched a brow. “Took you less than an hour with that title to start throwing it around?”
She grinned sinfully, and glided her palm over my still stiff shaft, giving it a squeeze in her hand. “It’s my title, I can use it how I want.”
“And it’s my cock,” I refuted playfully, grabbing her wrist and removing her hand. “I can use it howIwant. And, I can make you beg for it before you get it again.”
