Page 31 of Roughing the Princess

Fuck.The sting of pain followed by the feeling of pleasure had me so close to the edge. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. And I was trying my best not to grind against his hand.

Talon massaged my sore ass cheek. No one had ever spanked me before. No one had ever turned me on this much in my life. Every inch of me wanted his mouth, his fingers, his cock. God, I just needed anything he’d give me.

He spanked me again. “That’s for not speaking to me for over a week.”

I regretted that. I’d needed time to figure out the shit running through my head. But mostly I’d just been winding him up. Because if I was being completely honest with myself…I’d fallen for Talon Kendrick a long time ago. As soon as he invited me to his game, I knew I’d come. And I knew we’d probably end up in a room with him fucking me too. I had worn lingerie in his team colors, after all.

“For torturing me.” He spanked me again.

I moaned. I never thought I’d like being spanked this much. But every time he massaged my ass after leaving a mark with his hand, I swear I almost came.

“For teasing me for weeks.” He spanked me even harder.

“Please,” I begged. “I need you.” I jutted my ass higher in the air. “You promised I’d need this helmet, Talon. Please,” I begged again.

He exhaled, like a weight was being lifted off his shoulders. “You finally figured out what I like,” he said.

I turned to look at him over my shoulder.

“What gets me off. I love when you beg for it, princess.” He grabbed my hips and thrust into me hard.

My hand slammed against the glass to catch myself. His teammates couldn’t see us. But they’d probably heard that.

Holy shit.I was right. Talon was so fucking big. Definitely bigger than anyone else walking by. And all my teasing him had paid off, because when he pulled back and thrust in again, I swear I saw stars.

“Talon!” I moaned.

Yeah, his teammates had definitely heard that too. And I didn’t fucking care.Let them hear.

“Dirty girl,” Talon said again and thrust into me harder, his hipbones digging into my ass cheeks. “Your pussy was made for my cock.”

God.

He groaned. “The way you grip me.”

He thrust into me harder, stretching all my walls.

“Talon,” I moaned. And then I bit my lip. “Do you think your friends can hear us?”

“Why? Do you wish you were on all fours in the middle of the locker room, princess? Another cock down your throat? Putting on a show for the whole team?”

I whimpered.

He grabbed my breast and then his fingers traced up my collarbone. Up my neck. For a second I thought his hand was going to tighten around my neck. Instead he slid his thumb into my mouth. “Suck, princess. Let me fill you from both sides.”

I wrapped my lips around his finger.

He groaned behind me.

Another naked player walked by and stared into the mirror. And it was like it was his cock being shoved down my throat. I was greedy for all of it.

But mostly I was greedy for Talon. I wanted to see him. I squinted at the reflection, making out his abs in the image reflecting back at us. His finger in my mouth. His cock deep inside my pussy. I wanted to remember this image forever. I never wanted to forget this feeling. Because this feeling could write a thousand love songs.

“My perfect little slut,” Talon said, the fingers of his free hand digging into my hips so tightly, I was sure they’d leave a mark. “You got your audience. Now let me worship you.”

Chapter 12 – Good Girl

Talon

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