Page 103 of Princess of Pride
“Cat-fiadhaich?”
Him calling me the name of the stray cat gets my attention. “Don’t call me that,” I pant.
He rolls me onto my side and slows his pounding. My sweat soaked back rubs against his hard chest as his hand finds my clit and he rubs. “How about I just call you mine,” he murmurs into my ear.
His hot breath sends me over the edge. I orgasm, screaming mindless words. It goes on and on for so long, I grow lightheaded and may even passed out.
“Breathe,” Lachlan whispers. “Breathe, my princess.”
He eases in and out of me with languid strokes.
When I come down from the magnificent high, I mumble, “Did I faint?”
“I don’t think so.” He continues with his slow thrusts, his cock still as hard as a rock.
“Do you need to come?”
“Yes, Emery.” He runs his fingers up my side and back down to my hip. “I need to come inside you more than you can understand, but it’s going to be rough and I wanted you to come first.”
I nod and tense a little. “Should I be scared?” I thought what we did was kind of rough.
“No, my princess, you never have to fear sex with me.” Hehooks the back of my knee and lifts my thigh high, giving him ample access. “Trust me,” he murmurs and his hand slides higher. It forces my thigh against my boob and the back of my knee to rest at the crook of his arm as he cups my neck.
I gasp. Choking’s a bad idea for me, with the way I pass out.
“Trust,” he murmurs again, then moves his hand up to my jaw before shoving two fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”
The moment I do, he surges into me so deep he hits my cervix. A moan rips from my throat at the mix of pleasure and pain. Each brutal thrust draws more moans from my lips, but I don’t stop sucking his fingers as he pounds into me at an impossibly fast pace. Like this, I can’t do anything accept take what he’s giving. My body pulls tight again, ready for another orgasm. His heavy breathing is at my ear, his fingers no longer in my mouth.
“I… I can’t,” I stammer, feeling out of control, unable to handle another climax without passing out.
“You can,” Lachlan orders, and bites my shoulder.
I gasp not from pain as much as from shock and shatter around his thick cock, pulsing as if to drag him in deeper.
“So fucking good.” Lachlan groans and calls my name as he comes inside me.
I keep on climaxing until lights flash behind my eyes, and the room grows darker, quieter. On the verge of slipping away, I feel teeth at my ear lobe and a light tugging.
“Stay with me, princess. That’s an order.”
He turns my face toward his. “Breathe, Emery. Or I’m giving you mouth-to-mouth—and that will lead to more fucking.”
More? I force air into my lungs and try to regulate my breathing. Soon, I’m able to open my eyes.
Lachlan rests on his elbow, watching me, his body still close to mine. “There’s my girl.”
I don’t remember him lowering my leg or pullingout, but we’re no longer connected. Instead of fear, anger, concern, or a combination of all three on his face, he looks at ease. More relaxed than I’ve ever seen him.
His eyes twinkle like gems stones in sunlight. “Better?”
I’m exhausted but satisfied in a way I’ve never known. I want to roll over and bury my face in his chest while he holds me. I don’t want to separate from him ever or get dressed. I want to keep him here forever. It must be side effects from three orgasms.
“What do we do now?” I ask, groggily. I don’t want to go back to my room. But it’s the late afternoon. He’s supposed to be working.
“Now we rest.” He shifts so his head is on the pillows and takes me with him, tucking me tightly against his warm, muscular, naked body. The hair on his legs tickles the backs of my thighs. Something—his cum—oozes from me.
I gasp. “You’re leaking on the bed. From me. It’s leaking.” I try to sit up, but Lachlan holds me in place.
