Page 89 of Bitter Prince
The pressure inside me built, taking me higher and higher. His eyes lowered, watching his fingers disappear inside me. I watched his cock so close to my entrance, my hand pumping in earnest now, rubbing myself against him.
The throbbing pulse between my thighs became unbearable. “I need you inside me,” I moaned.
Another finger joined the other while his thumb strummed my clit faster and harder. I pumped his cock, up and down, gripping it tightly. He buried his face into my hair, murmuring words that didn’t register.
I closed my eyes, relishing in the sensation. He kept fingering my entrance, and I lowered my body just a fraction, the tip of his hard shaft brushing against my entrance.
It was all it took.
My body exploded into a million pieces. Cum spurted as Amon finished, smearing all over my pussy and himself. I kept milking his cock, both of us moaning and grunting.
His heady, masculine scent filled the car, evidence of what we’d just done covering us both. I kissed up his neck, making a soft noise of appreciation. I was so high on the languid heat of him, it took me a few seconds to realize he was looking at me with a soft expression.
“Are you okay?” I murmured.
He let out a strangled laugh. “Better question is whether you are.”
I nuzzled his neck, nipping and licking. “Never better.”
Pulling away slightly, I watched as his fingers slid out of my wet pussy and he brought them to his lips. I shouldn’t have been so shocked after watching him on the carousel ride. And yet, my mouth parted and my cheeks heated. His gaze burned, zeroed in on me, as he slipped them into his mouth and licked them clean.
My heart rate sped up. Adrenaline flooded through me as I watched him with labored breathing. I bit into my lower lip to hold in the moan that wanted to escape. He leaned over and kissed me, his tongue brushing my lower lip, letting me taste myself.
“Like I said, you taste sweet. Cinnamon with a dash of sugar.” His lips moved against mine, his voice soft but tethered.
“Can I taste you too?” I rasped. Before I could bring my fingers to my own lips, he gripped my wrist to stop me and I whimpered my protest. “Please.”
Letting out a breath and shaking his head, he kissed me on the lips. “Will I ever be able to deny you?”
“Hopefully not today.” I leaned in, darting my tongue out and licking my fingers while holding his gaze. His grip tightened around my wrist while heat bloomed in my stomach, moving lower, and I had to squeeze my thighs to ease the ache.
He brought his free hand to my mouth and smeared cum over my bottom lip. I licked it eagerly, loving the taste of him.
“Why can’t we just have sex now?” I asked, pouting. “Don’t you want me?”
“There’s no need to rush it.” Gosh, even his voice turned me on.
Reaching to the back of the car, he grabbed a shirt and cleaned up the mess we made, wiping it between my legs and my inner thighs. My cheeks heated at the intimacy of it, and he let out a soft chuckle.
“You’re blushingnow,after what we’ve done,” he said, his tone incredulous.
He cleaned himself next and threw the shirt onto the floor in the back seat. Still straddling him, I leaned closer and buried my face in his neck, thinking I could stay like this forever.
Neither one of us said a word, but his hands never stopped roaming my back and his mouth never stopped kissing me softly.
It was the happiest I’d felt in a very long time.
37
REINA
Aloud squeal had me jumping upright in my bed, blinking my eyes as my vision cleared.
“Happy birthday, boo,” Raven, Athena, and Isla all cheered while Phoenix stood there beaming, her hand on her heart.
I groaned, flopped back onto the mattress, and pulled the covers over my head. Amon had dropped me off around midnight. I was so pumped up—and turned on—it took me another few hours to ease the adrenaline and excitement buzzing through my veins before I eventually fell asleep.
“No, no, no.” Isla’s voice held a note of sternness.
