Page 71 of Damaged Princess

I forgot about him for a minute.

He can't tell from the bond that I'm not really inside her? Maybe it's still too new for him to differentiate all the details, or possibly Ana is blocking some of the bond?

He finally stomps off.

I chuckle against Ana's thigh. My eyes fly up to hers. Her chest is heaving in short, rapid pants. My left hand slides up, pinching and tugging her nipple as my breath fans over her slick pussy.

I flick my tongue over her swollen clit. My eyes fall shut as I savor the taste of her on my tongue.

"Okay, perfect," Ana moans. "You're perfect. Do that. More of that. God, yes."

Her words send my chest puffing up with pride. My left hand continues to tease her tit while I bury two fingers inside her. I know I'm not as experienced as the others, but I put every bit of enthusiasm I have into figuring out how to please her.

Its apparently not that hard to do. She's soaked. She tastes like tart cherries, and it's like I can't get enough.

Her thighs wrap around my shoulders as I work my fingers in and out. I want to hear more of her begging moans, but I'm not willing to stop what I'm doing to ask for it.

She's so slick that I add another finger without much resistance. It feels like it takes no time at all before she's tightening around my digits in rhythmic waves. The feeling is indescribable.

It's unreal how snug she becomes. Her body tries to lock my fingers in place and it gets practically impossible to continue working in and out.

"Rafe, please. I need your cock," she begs, gently tugging on my hair.

I growl against her sex and dive back in. I'm nowhere close to satisfied. I'd also love to hear more of her begging forme.

Ana whimpers and continues to beg. Once she starts begging for my bite, I have to shake my head to keep from complying. It knocks the fog away enough that I manage to keep from sinking my teeth into her thigh, but everything is extremely hazy. Mydesire for her is so intense it's intimidating. I've never wanted anyone the way I want Ana.

"Dammit, Rafe," Ana moans. "Slam your cock inside me." She's a bossy little thing. Her hand in my hair starts to tug violently as she comes again.

She's so wiggly it triggers my impulses, and my forearm pins her stomach while my other hand locks down on her hip.

I growl. Hell if I know what that growl means, but my omega seems to.

She freezes.

"Please, alpha," Ana sobs, letting out a little huff. Her tits bounce with how hard her chest is heaving. "Rafe, Ineedyou so bad. Please don't make me beg anymore."

I pull back until I'm kneeling.

My chest is suddenly the one falling in rapid movements. Her pussy is glistening in the low light.

The look on her face is pleading. I'd give her anything she asked for at the moment.

"You want my cock?" I growl.

Anastasia nods wildly. Her hand slides over her stomach and down to work her clit.

"Beg for it," I snap, pulling down my sweatpants and hovering over her.

She does. She sobs and begs so perfectly that the fog creeps in at full-force.

The sounds she makes has my cock leaking all over her lower stomach. My skin brushes against hers and it makes my heart thunder. I don't just want to fuck her. I want to love her and take care of her and keep herforever.

I pull her mouth to mine for a slow, tantalizing kiss. She moans, grinding against my length as I suck on her bottom lip.

I pull back until I'm kneeling again, but my eyes are glued on Anastasia's beautiful face. She's so incredibly open with heremotions sometimes. I crave these moments furiously. I wish I could etch the look on her face into my mind permanently. She gives me a soft smile that makes my chest feel warm. I'm pretty sure I'm already half in love with her. I've always been a caregiver, and it's clear she needs me as much as I want her.

"Um, holy fuck," she whispers, drawing my attention back to the moment at hand. Her eyes are glued to my dick. "I know you didn't try to sweet talk your way into my ass with that monster…"

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