Page 70 of Mercenary Princess

“My princess needs more.”

The approving rumble of his voice made her stomach flutter.

The bed dipped again, and his weight shifted. When she felt his knees spreading her thighs wider, she sucked in a breath. His hands left her, and she heard a cap pop. Wet dribbles of liquid fell on her crease and rushed all the way to her already aching pussy. His fingers were there a split second later, massaging that tiny hole. It felt so incredible that a haze of dizzying need washed over her.

“Take my finger, Sophia. Push against it.” His accent had thickened in that way she loved.

She rotated her hips uncontrollably before pushing back. He slipped inside, and she groaned. That single finger was nearly her undoing. He rocked it in and out with more lube easing his way.

“That’s good,” he praised before urging, “Take more.”

He pushed in farther, and she felt stuffed with only his finger inside her.

He didn’t stop. More lube slid down as he toyed with and stretched her until she was pushing back for each thrust. “Good girl.” The strained edge to his voice gave her a sense of power.

“More,” she moaned.

A rumbling sound slid from his lips. “Can you take another?”

She wanted to. “Yes.”

Another finger eased inside, widening her almost painfully. “Let me in, Sophia,” he coaxed as more fluid slicked his way. “You have no idea what this does to me. What you do to me.” The tone was so low she almost didn’t hear him.

She wasn’t sure how long he played with her, easing her open until she felt the cool metal of a plug replacing his fingers.

She felt the cool fullness of it along with the added stretch before it finally settled into place.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, and then his hands lifted her hips until her knees propped her up. “After this, you’ll be able to take me. But right now, you’re going to come for me.” It was a command and promise both.

She wasn’t sure what she expected. His mouth? His fingers? What she felt was the hot glide of his cock at her entrance, sliding in while her ass was already filled by a plug. She gripped the bedding and made a sound that even she couldn’t decipher. She was already so full. But this… this was so much more. It was something wicked and so erotically charged that she couldn’t form words.

He seemed equally affected as he hissed at the tighter fit. She could feel her channel gripping and throbbing with every inch he gave her until he was finally seated deep inside her. His fingers tightened around her hips as if he were fighting the need to come, but he stayed still inside her, allowing her to get used to the stretch.

When she finally couldn’t take any more waiting, her hips bucked. “Please.”

He grunted before slowly gliding back. It was torture so good she couldn’t stand it. “Come for me,” he demanded. He thrust into her at the same time she felt the plug shift. The man was playing with the toy as he fucked her, and that was what finally made her explode. She cried out into the bedding as her body jerked, gripping him tight.

Dazed and impossibly still aroused, she felt him ease from her body.

She was still gasping for air when she felt his kiss on her shoulder and neck.

“How can I want more?” she whispered without realizing she’d said the shocked words out loud.

He didn’t answer, but she felt him still before rewarding her with more kisses and firm caresses along her shoulders and back, down to her hips. His touches lulled and aroused her so completely that she barely noticed her hips rocking back for more.

“I want inside you, Sophia.” It was as much a warning as it was a request. She sucked in a breath as he gently pulled the plug from her body. “Are you going to let me have you here?”

The tension in his voice said just what it had cost him to wait. He hadn’t come inside her. He’d only gotten her off, which meant he’d been waiting for this.

“Yes. Do it.” He’d taken so much time, she was ready to come all over again and wondered if she would the second he got inside her.

He growled, and then she felt his slicked cock against her ass. “So beautiful.”

She pushed back, feeling just how different it was. He was bigger and hotter than the toy had been as he stretched her to the point of pleasure-pain. More liquid slid between them as he poured more lube until she could fully accept his slow, torturous glide.

The only sound in the charged room was their heavy pants as he claimed the part of her that she’d only given to him. It was the only way she wanted to be ruled, and he was the only man she would allow to have all of her.

Only him.

He groaned as he praised her in Russian, his hips thrusting as she pushed back.

He rocked in and out of her body, taking what she offered. She felt the threads of her orgasm rising. She hadn’t realized it was possible to come like this without his fingers on her clit, but apparently it was. It was as if her body had a mind of its own. Her hips jerked, and she pushed back for more of his demanding thrusts until her entire body rocked with the sheer force. She climaxed harder than she’d ever come before. She was still crying out when she felt and heard him come with his cock buried inside her.

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