Page 43 of The Pakhan's Forced Bride
I bite my lip and rub my hand up and down.
Ardalion swerves across the road and pulls off to the side of the highway. He turns the car off. I giggle, realizing how turned on he is.
He shakes his head, reaching over, he grabs my hips and lifts me onto his lap. My legs straddle his lap as I sit with my pussy pressed against his cock.
My entire body sparks to life. He grabs my jaw and pulls me into a kiss, his hand wrapping around my ass as he drags me forward on his lap, then pushes me back, rubbing my pussy against his cock.
He growls against my lips, and heat builds between my legs.
Ardalion is forceful and confident as he plays with me. I dig my nails into his shoulders, and soft sounds of desire spill from me as he kisses my neck and lifts me on his lap, wrapping his hands around my ass until they brush over my pussy.
My body shudders in delight, and I spread my legs wider against him.
“You’re soaking wet, little bunny,” he whispers against my ear. His voice rumbles through me and makes me even wetter.
Ardalion pushes me away from him, forcing me to lie back against the steering wheel, my body arched over it and my hips lifted towards him.
He runs his hands up my thighs, forcing my dress higher, over my hips, revealing my pink lace panties.
He dips his long fingers beneath the lace and tugs it to the side. I moan loudly as he slides his finger into me.
My pussy throbs over him, my legs feeling weak, and my body melts as he moves his hands expertly in all the right ways.
While he fingers me, I rock back and forth against his cock. I’m torn between the pleasure of this and wanting to lose myself fully to him.
I reach forward to tug at his belt, and he grabs my wrist, locking it out of the way, pushing his finger deeper into me. Hepulls out slowly and slides a second finger into me; at the same time, his thumb brushes over my clit.
Suddenly, I don’t care about anything except for how it feels to have his hand touching me like this.
I tilt my head back, breathing heavily as he moves faster, his thumb flicking over me, his fingers fucking me faster and harder. When he lets go of my wrist, I grab onto his leg, holding on for my life as my body begins to shake.
He uses both hands, one playing with my clit, the other inside me, moving and rubbing until stars flash behind my vision and I can’t breathe.
The orgasm makes my entire body go tense. Wave after wave, my muscles spasm against his touch. It seems to last an eternity before I take in a gasping breath of air.
I open my eyes and stare at his beautiful face.
He tugs his belt open, and I bite my lip, eager to experience more of him.
“I’ve never felt that before,” I whisper as he pulls the zipper of his pants down and frees his monstrous cock.
He pauses, knitting his brows. “You’ve never had an orgasm?” he asks, confused.
"On my own—um—yes. But no one has ever touched me like that before,” I grin, still glowing from the aftershocks.
“Belle, what do you mean. Have you—are you—have you had sex before?” he asks, his voice tight.
I shake my head. “No,” I whisper.
He seems taken aback. Unsure. He shakes his head. “We can’t do this.”
“Yes, we can,” I say in desperation. “I want to, Ardalion. Please.”
“Not here, Belle. Not in a car. Not like this. It’s your first time, it wouldn’t be right.”
“I—"
He kisses me, silencing me and reassuring me at the same time. When he pulls away, he whispers, “We can carry on when we get home. Trust me, I don’t want to stop any more than you do.”
