Page 31 of Mercenary Princess

“Yes. And you like it.” An arrogant statement if she’d ever heard one.

“So sure?” she challenged.

“Yes. Show me.”

She’d gotten wetter with every second, every word he spoke, but she felt the need to push him, so she hesitated.

When his eyes shot to hers, she arched a brow while very slowly sliding the material aside. Her clit throbbed as the fabric rasped against the sensitive nub. She was tormenting herself with this show.

His eyes roved over the bare, slick folds. His eyes flashed with pleasure as his thick fingers unfastened his charcoal pants. When he finally freed his cock, she sucked in some much-needed air. She’d felt him through the material, but now there was no mistaking how long and thick he was.

“So wet for me already,” he praised, staring at her slit as he finished removing his pants and black boxer briefs. He tossed a few foil packets on the bed beside her before crawling between her open thighs.

Every move he made was animalistic, predatory. Sexy. He eased the material back, rasping it over her clit before rising over her to claim her lips in another savage kiss. She gasped at the purposeful way he tormented her.

She was breathless and aching when his lips moved to her jaw and neck. His bare cock rocked against the material over her clit before sliding down. She groaned before curling her leg over his hip, attempting to grind her pussy against him.

He growled, “Do not come.”

She was panting and writhing with the way his lips and teeth tormented her sensitive neck. She couldn’t answer if she wanted to, and she was already too close to stop.

He lifted from her without warning, pulling a desperate denial from her lips. He sat kneeling between her spread thighs, his cock hard and ready. “I said not to come, Princess.”

“Why?” Was he a sadist? She hadn’t come, but she desperately wanted to.

His gaze softened in a way that was sexy as hell. “It will be better if you wait,???????.” She didn’t argue with him about calling her his kitten. She loved the word on his lips.

“It won’t,” she assured him, shaking her head, not believing it could be better.

He trailed a single knuckle down her exposed throat to her breast, raking it over her nipple, but not giving her more. He was coaxing and demanding with his fingers, and the look on his face was that of a man used to getting what he wanted, but patient enough to get what he demanded. She squirmed as he said, “You want to obey me in this. I can see it.”

She was on fire enough to nod. Words were too difficult, and they would all be a lie at this point.

He seemed to debate something for a moment before shaking his head and settling his weight back between her thighs, right where she needed him. Her fingers dug into the strands of his hair when he moved his lips to her throat. Her hips writhed for contact when he slid down to her breasts, both loving and hating his new position because she’d lost the sensation of his hard cock riding her clit. She made a frustrated sound that turned into a cry as he sucked a taut nipple into his hot mouth, lavishing it with attention. Her vision started to blur at the onslaught of pleasure.

Her back bowed off the bed as she pushed for more. Wild surges of sensation rocked all the way to her aching clit.

When he nipped the tight peak, her head thrashed in the bedding. Her body was on fire as she held his head to her, demanding more of the wicked, flicking tongue. Her legs moved restlessly up and down his sides as if she might come despite his not even touching her clit.

One of his hands moved to her other nipple and plucked as he tormented the one in his mouth. He growled, “So fucking responsive,” against her skin and moved to the next, torturing her more.

She was dizzy by the time his mouth trailed down her stomach. She felt the way the muscles of his back and shoulders tensed and flexed beneath her hold. It anchored her in the moment, or she’d have surely flown apart.

When he got to her pussy, she was too far gone to stop the tide. One touch of his lips against the scrap of lace covering her was all it took. She cried out as her first climax rolled over her.

She heard the rending of fabric as he ripped the material away, snapping the thin lace. Suddenly, all she could hear was her own pulse as he licked her folds before moving to nip and suck her aching clit. The action caused her hips to jerk as new pleasure rushed through her, shocking her and almost taking her under again.

His strong hands braced her hips against the bed, and that unyielding hold unleashed something dark and wild inside her. She cried out as she came harder than before.

When he finally rose from her, the look in his eyes was primal. He grabbed a condom and tore it open with his teeth, sheathing himself in seconds.

She thought he’d slam straight into her, but he didn’t. He came in for another mind-stealing kiss. She kissed him back, loving the erotic taste of herself, a reminder of how he’d feasted on her. Her body easily primed for more.

When he leaned back to kneel between her thighs, he practically growled. “Your greedy pussy is about to milk me dry, isn’t it?”

She nodded, unable to speak. Those words. So dirty and sexy. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and drew him to where she needed him. The look on his face was that of a commanding man on the edge, and she instinctively knew she wasn’t doing anything he wasn’t allowing. He was hot and hard as she lifted her hips and led him in. The dark approval in his eyes sent delicious shivers over her skin.

He pushed in a fraction, and she moaned at the way her body stretched around the head, making her channel clench.

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