Page 70 of Damaged Princess

Ana shoves my shoulder, rolling me over onto my back. She climbs on top of my bare chest. The feeling makes me groan.

"Oh yeah? Enjoy it now, fucker," Wolfe rants. "Because I swear pain is coming your way."

Anastasia blinks down at me as my hands fall to her generous hips. She wiggles down my torso a bit until her pussy rests overmy cock. She grinds against my sweatpants and my dick jumps in response.

My cheeks heat, even though I'm not sure why.

"You know how much I want you. Right, Rafe?" she asks, leaning forward to mark my cheek with hers.

"I want you, too, Ana." I palm the back of her head, pulling her mouth to mine. We grin into the kiss. Her nails dig into my flesh as she gyrates her hips. "I want more from you than sex. I want to build a life with you."

Anastasia tilts her head, studying my face carefully. "I believe you."

Her words send a zing to my heart. I'm really fucking glad she said that.

"I'd really like it if you'd pound the fuck out of my pussy, too, though," she says. Leaning forward she captures my bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth.

The kiss is flirty and playful as she grinds over my thickening cock.

"Is this okay?" I ask, running my hands up her sides to pull off the shirt.

"Please," she begs.

I yank it off and her hair falls around her shoulders. I discard the shirt and evaluate my feast.

I roll us before she has the opportunity to object.

I pull my glasses off, putting them aside, and kiss her deeply. Her legs wrap around my ass.

I find myself gently grinding against her slick core. Her tits are plastered to my chest. I want them in my mouth almost as much as I need to eat her pussy.

I lick my way from her throat, down her neck, and across her clavicle.

"Your beard is so scratchy," she whimpers. "I love it."

I grin, scraping my stubble over her sternum as I kneel over her. I palm her tits, cupping them, and running my thumbs over her tight pink nipples.

I'm not an expert on tits or anything. I mean, I know I love them, but I haven't got much in-person experience.

All I know is she's got more tit than will fit in the palm of my hand. They're firm and tight and kinda heavy.

I lazily flick my tongue over one of her nipples, and she arches off the floor of the nest. I can't help myself, I grin around her breast. I'm pleasingmyomega.

My cock throbs in response. My knot feels swollen and sore. Usually it only aches like that right before I burst. I ignore it and get back to work learning the best ways to make Ana beg.

I pride myself on not being a stereotype of my designation. I'm big on thinking before I speak and even better about considering something fully before acting. Usually. Except at the moment all my brain can seem to focus on is how Anastasia's pheromones flood the air, and how badly I want to sink my teeth into her throat while I bury my knot deep inside her.

"Damn," Ana moans as I switch to the other nipple. "I almost think I could come from that alone."

I grin around her tit.

"No, I was wrong. My clit is gonna need friction." Her nails dig into my shoulders. "You smell so freaking good."

I laugh against her soft stomach as I work my way down. I lick my way over her hip bone.

Ana squeals, writhing around.

"I absolutely hate you," Wolfe calls through the door. "You fucker."

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