Page 102 of Princess of Pride
“Watch, my princess.” He pushes the fat head inside me, slowly stretching me to a point I’ve never experienced. “So fucking tight.”
When I tense, he groans. “Relax,mo bhana-phrionnsa.” He rubs my clit with his thumb, the tip of his cock only in.
I moan and soften into the mattress as pleasure courses through me.
“Good girl,” he purrs again. “Now watch me feed you my cock. Watch how your tight pussy takes me like it was made for me alone.”
I keep my eyes glued to us as he slides deeper inside me, filling me to the point that I don’t think I can take anymore.
“Like the tightest glove,” he groans, his neck strained like he’s in pain. “I knew you’d fit me perfectly. Almost there.”
He rubs my clit more and lowers to suck on my nipple as he surges the rest of the way inside me.
I can barely breathe or keep my eyes open. So much is happening at once. He’s inside me,deepinside me, so deep I don’t think I can move without the need to shove this foreign beast out of me. I also don’t want to—not with his lips on my nipple, his teeth biting then his tongue licking away the twinge of pain.
The ache between my legs is more tender than the burning I’d expected from his size.
Lachlan stares in awe at where we’re connected then catches my gaze. “You are mine now and forever, Emery. I’ve claimed you, taken what’s always belonged to me. Only I can have you like this. No one else. Ever. Do you understand?”
I nod, and he slides out drawing a gasp from my lips. The sensation!
“I want you to remember this moment—when you gave yourself to me. Your husband.” He thrusts back in, and my boobs bounce.
I pant at the sudden invasion of him deep inside me again, and the pleasure I didn’t expect.
“No one will ever have you this way. No one will ever touch what is mine.” He slides out again, his gaze so intense it’s as if he’s swearing an oath.
Maybe he is. This doesn’t feel like the sex I imagined with him. This is powerful, consuming, and a connection I wouldn’t have known to expect.
“Say you understand.” He thrusts back in with a bit more force.
I groan from the pleasure. “I understand.”
He pulls out. “Say you’re mine.” He slams back in.
“I’m yours, Lachlan, only yours.” I improvise and it seems to set him off.
He bends, cups the back of my neck, and devours my lips with a fierce kiss as he thrusts in and out of me, faster, harder, deeper.
“Oh god!” I cry out.
“I’m your god, Emery. I’m the one you call out to when my cock is deep inside you.”
He lowers to my breasts and sucks on each nipple as he continues to pound into me. The bed bounces with us and that glorious feeling builds inside me, letting me know my release is on its way.
“Oh god, oh god,” I chant.
“Who?” He shoves in and holds himself there.
“You, you.” I can’t.
“Remember to breathe,” he says then flips me onto my stomach and shoves into me from behind.
A loud moan rips from my lips. This feels different, better even. He thrusts relentlessly into me, hitting a spot inside that sends electric tremors through me.
“You better be breathing,” Lachlan orders, sounding winded.
I think I am. I don’t know. My lips tingle, and my body wants to come so badly. I’m so close.
