Page 9 of North (The Moral Compass 2)

“Your wish is my command, Princess.”

I rock my hips forward, giving her just the tip as she pushes up to try to take more.

“Slow your roll, greedy girl. You’ll get what I give you when I give it to you. If I remember right, you were in control last time, and that was probably the last time.”

I smirk as I push in fully, and her eyes fly open in surprise and with a tinge of pain.

She wanted to be fucked, so that’s exactly what I’ll do.

I hammer into her repeatedly as her moans get louder and louder. I can feel her tightening, and I know she’s close, so I stop. She looks right into my eyes, but before she can complain, I start again, slowly, then hard and fast until I can feel she’s going to come.

“Don’t come, Kara,” I demand. She looks back at me, confused. “You’ll see, Princess. It’ll be all the more powerful if you let it build. Don’t give in, Kara. I love fucking your perfect tight cunt.”

She tries her best, and when I feel my own climax coming, I lean back and rub her clit. She can’t take any more.

“Fuck, oh my God, fuck, North.” Warmth surrounds me as I feel my dick throb and my balls tighten, and I mark her with my come. It feels like I’m coming forever. As my dick throbs and pumps, I slow down to a stop. Fucking hell. I’ve never come that hard in my life.

I go to the bathroom and grab some warm washcloths. The surprised look on her face makes me feel all chivalrous as I take my time cleaning her up and kissing her body gently. I can feel tiredness creeping on me.

“Do you want me to go back to my room or can I stay here?” I ask. She just closes her eyes and wraps her arms around me. I lie there for a few moments, thinking of what tomorrow will bring. Will she regret this? Will she hate me again? Or will I get what I’ve wanted for the longest time?

Chapter 8

Kara

Iwakeupwiththrobbing thighs, and my nipples feel like sandpaper.

Shit, I fucking slept with North. Worse than that, I told him how I felt.

On a positive note, he didn’t run for the hills. On a less positive note, he barged right in and stole my fucking heart. No man has ever called me Princess or looked after me after sex.

Even when I’ve been in a relationship it never felt so… so natural. It’s only then I realise I’m pinned to the bed with a really thick, heavy arm. Small snores fill the room. I can’t believe he’s still here and still spooning me and—

Oh, good morning! Aha, he might not be awake, but his dick is.

He must be waking up too, because his thumb starts rubbing circles on my nipple. Then, he presses a gentle, almost whisper-like kiss to the back of my neck. “Morning, Princess,” he almost growls.

“Hmm, how are you feeling? Hangover kicking in?” I ask quizzically.

“Nah, no hangover, well, not from drinking, anyway. I might be a little heavy-headed from last night’s activities, though. You remember? The punch to the head? And then the world’s most amazing sex?” One hand is caressing my nipple, and the other slides down my thigh and starts stroking between my thighs.

“Kara? Kara, are you awake?” a voice yells from downstairs. Fuck, it’s Sutton. And she’s coming up the stairs.

“Quick, hide! It’s Sutton! She can’t see us like this!” I whisper-yell to North.

“Nope, not going anywhere, Princess. I’ve been waiting too long to be with you. I’m not fucking hiding, and certainly not from Sutton.” He smiles, and his whole face lights up like a pissing Christmas tree. He sits up in bed like it’s a normal Sunday morning and he’s waiting for the kids to run in.

“Fuck, those stairs are going to kill me.” Sutton huffs as she walks through the door and sits on the edge of the bed. “Oh! Hey, North. Oh, shit. North, what are you doing in Kara’s bed? On second thought, don’t answer that. Erm, I’ll go put the coffee on.”

And as quick as she came into the room, she was gone.

“West, don’t go upstairs. You can’t unsee things,” she yells downstairs.

“Oh, yeah?” West shouts.

We both look at each other and laugh and kiss. Then, we laugh-kiss, and things start to get a little heated when Sutton shouts, “Coffee’s ready, lovebirds!”

As we enter the kitchen. “What the hell happened in here last night?” Sutton asks.

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