Page 89 of Undisputed Player
His fingers withdrew, leaving me gasping and empty. The sudden absence made me whimper, my body clenching around nothing, desperate for the fullness of his fingers to return.
"Shh," he crooned, his hands stroking my trembling thighs as he positioned himself at my entrance. "I know. I know you want more."
My body was hypersensitive now, every nerve ending alive andaching. The intense stimulation had left me loose and pliant, my muscles relaxed in a way I'd never experienced. I felt open, vulnerable, and ready.
“So sweet,” he breathed, his eyes devouring every inch of my exposed body from above me. His voice was thick with desire as he began to push himself slowly inside me. "So wet, so ready for my cock. That's exactly what I wanted."
I gasped at the intrusion, but he slid in easier than I expected, my body welcoming him with a little resistance. His thumb found my swollen clit, making me jerk and moan as he continued his slow advance.
"You're perfect like this," he continued, pushing deeper, voice strained with the effort of going slow. "All sensitive for me. Feel that? Feel every inch as I fill you up?"
His eyes never left my face as he watched for signs of discomfort. The stretch was intense, but the way he filled me felt so right, it made my toes curl.
"Fuuuck," he groaned, his voice strained. "You're so tight, princess."
He continued rubbing slow circles on my clit as he began to move. The sensation of his thickness sliding in and out of me while his fingers worked my most sensitive spot had me gasping, my back arching off the bed.
The feeling was so different, feeling so impossibly filled, pleasure overtook my every sense.
"Look how perfectly you take me. Watching my big cock disappear inside you is the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen."
He gathered the wetness from where we were joined, bringing his slick fingers to my breast. I watched as he painted my nipple, my breath hitching.
He leaned down to lap it right up with his tongue, flicking my nipple, as he continued to piston in and out of me the entire time.
“Addicting,” he murmured against my skin, his tongue swirling around the peak.
His thrusts grew deeper, more purposeful, but still careful, stillattentive to every gasp and moan that escaped my lips. The angle had him hitting spots inside me I didn't even know existed, building pressure that threatened to tear me apart.
“I’ve wanted you since I saw you,” he panted, his thumb never stopping its relentless circles on my clit. "You trusting me, taking everything I give you. So fucking right, princess."
The combination of his words, his touch, and the way he filled me completely was driving me toward the edge. I could feel myself climbing higher, my body coiling tight with impending release.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "Let me feel this tight pussy squeeze my cock.”
The orgasm crashed over me with devastating force, my body convulsing around him as I screamed his name. He groaned, his own control shattering as my walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper into the storm of sensation.
“I’m coming,” he growled against my throat, his body shuddering as he found his own release. “In my fucking pussy. All fucking mine.”
But he didn't pull away. His hips continued in a slow, grinding rhythm, working us both through the aftershocks as he pulsed inside me. Every breath was a struggle as pleasure continued to ripple through my body.
“I can’t get enough,” he panted against my neck, his voice wrecked.
His hands roamed my sweat-slicked skin, fingers tracing patterns that made me shiver. When he finally began to move again, I thought I might die from the intensity. My body was hypersensitive, every thrust sending shockwaves through my core.
"I want to watch you come one more time,” he ordered, his voice dark with promise. “I want to see those pretty eyes roll back while you scream for me."
I didn’t think I had it in me, but his thumb returned to my clit, circling the swollen nub while his cock stretched me wide. It was almost too much to bear, but I craved it, needed it like air.
"You're so fucking wet," he groaned, gathering more of my arousaland spreading it across my other breast. "Dripping all over my cock like the princess you are.”
His words sent another wave of heat straight to my core. I was his princess, and I was finally accepting it. I wanted to be his princess. I wouldn’t let any other woman take that title.
“Tell me,” he commanded, his thrusts becoming more demanding. "Tell me who’s princess you are.”
"Yours,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m your princess.”
"That's right," he growled, his pace increasing. "My perfect little princess. My dirty girl who takes my cock so beautifully."
