Page 100 of Princess of Pride
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I’M YOUR GOD
Lachlan’s hands go to my waist. He grips my hips and rotates them against his swollen cock as he grunts and bites my lower lip.
“Fuck, Emery,” he hisses between kisses. “I didn’t come here for this.”
“But it’s what you want.” And what I want. I follow his lead, circling my hips to the rhythm he set.
He rolls his tongue with mine, long lapping swirls that almost steal my breath. Sweat heats my skin, and I pant as my undies grow wetter with each thrust, hitting my clit in the right spot. I moan and break our kiss just so I can breathe.
“Tell me you want me,” Lachlan says, cupping my breasts under my sweater and pinching my nipples.
I moan again from pleasure. “I want you.”
“How badly do you want me?” He cups my cheeks, brushing my hair back with his fingers and stares into my eyes.
“More than I’ve wanted anything,” I confess. In this moment, allI want is him.
He hoists me up from the chair and stands. I hook my ankles behind his back, not wanting to separate from him.
“Not in here.” He smirks then carries me to the door and stairwell.
It’s steep and I worry we could fall. “I should walk.”
“And give you a chance to change your mind? Not happening.”
I squeeze him tight, my chin over his shoulder, as he carries me down the stone staircase. He turns right and we enter his bedroom, going straight to the bed. He lays me on the mattress and stares down at me. My legs hang over the edge from the knee down, my feet dangling.
“I’ve never had a woman in my bed before. Never wanted one here. You belong here. A golden ray of light amongst the darkness and shadows.”
I am light compared to the deep tones of his room, but I feel like he’s referring to his life and not the color scheme.
“Sit up,” he instructs, and I do. He removes my cardigan then my sweater and my bra and feasts on my breasts, sucking on my nipples harder and harder until I scream out with pleasure and pain.
My hands are in his hair, and my head hangs back as my underwear soaks to the point of being ruined.
“Do you like when I eat your little nipples?” Lachlan asks.
I know it’s to get me talking since my breathing is hyperactive.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to eat your tight little pussy,mo bhana-phrionnsa?” My princess.
That deep voice in Gaelic. I sigh and nod, my eyes closed.
“Use your words, Emery.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” He removes my socks then unzips my skirt.
I lie back as he slides it down my legs, kissing my tummy and my pubic bone as he discards the clothing. “I want you to… eat me out.”
“Say it exactly as I did.” He stands and stares at me again, taking me in before slowly dragging my underwear down my legs with his teeth.
I want… you to… eat my tight little… pussy.”
