Page 47 of Mercenary Princess

He stroked his cock as he towered above her. He was so perfectly made that she wasn’t sure she could withstand teasing either of them more than she already had, but she hesitated—not to torment them, but because she had something else in mind. She wasn’t sure if she was brazen enough to initiate it. When he growled, she knew she was willing to do anything to have more of him.

“I have no patience, Sophia.”

She bit her lip. “What if I want something?”

The hard muscles of his chest and shoulders pulled tighter. She didn’t give him time to speak before she rolled to her stomach and spread her thighs to the edges of the two-person lounge. He cursed in Russian, and she couldn’t help tilting her hips.

Her experience was lacking, and even though it had been incredible every time, it had been with her facing him in some way or another. This felt different, dirtier somehow.

The gravel was back in his voice. “What exactly are you offering, ????????”

Her breath hitched when his meaning registered, and a single word slipped free on a whisper.

“Everything.”

There was no taking it back. It was out there. The room went still, the air charged with his single indrawn breath.

She heard the groan of the lounge when he joined her. She wasn’t sure what he’d do, but when she felt his fingers slide through her wet lower lips before moving them up to the tiny back hole, she groaned into the fabric.

“Have you taken a man here?” The way his accent thickened was her undoing. He was so commanding, yet she swore there was tenderness in his actions with her. It was an addicting combination.

“No.”

“Yet you offer this to me?” When he said it that way, softly, possessively, she felt her face flush, and she was incredibly glad that it was hidden from him. He kept stroking her, tempting her to do every wicked thing she’d ever dreamed and never look back.

Who knew how sexy this would make her feel. She pushed back, feeling more of her slickness slip free. He groaned. “You like my finger here. Look how slick you get. Lift your hips higher.”

Her mouth was completely dry. Would he truly take her there? Would it hurt? Feel good? She had trusted the man with her body, and he’d proven more than worthy. But suddenly she worried she’d pushed the edge of her recklessness.

With her legs spread wide and her ass offered up, he teased her, pushing at and circling the tiny hole with his fingers.

Suddenly she felt his warm breath on her neck, tickling her flesh. “So beautiful. So incredibly responsive. As if made for my touch.” He was still barely circling her ass as her hips pushed back. His words were seducing her, making her wet, hazing all thoughts.

He groaned, bearing down a little harder. She gasped and felt her hips jerk back for more. When she felt his teeth sink in where her shoulder and neck met, tingles ran all through her body. “Not now, Sophia, but I will have you there. I’m bastard enough to want what you’ve never given, no matter how much work it takes to get my cock in your beautiful ass.”

Her hips had a mind of their own, writhing for more. He cursed and swatted her ass. It was so unexpected that she yelped and turned a shocked look over her shoulder. It hadn’t hurt, but it had surprised her.

His eyes were glazed, and she’d never seen him look closer to losing control, not even when she’d been on her knees. His breathing was harsh as he commanded, “Put your head down and angle your hips so I can see everything.”

This was exactly what she’d wanted. His words made her ache just as they had before. Without hesitation, she lowered her head down on her hands and angled her hips. She could feel his eyes on her, and it was making her insane. Her body was getting slicker as goose bumps rose over her skin.

“Your pussy drips for me, Sophia.” His voice, that accent, shot spears of pleasure through her. She groaned.

Her eyes nearly crossed when she felt his cock at her entrance. His big palms spread her cheeks, so she knew he was seeing all of her. She held her breath, waiting. When he slammed the full length of his cock into her with one hard thrust, the sudden stretch wrenched a wild cry from her lips. “Yes!”

He held nothing back. She felt so stretched, so full. Her fingers clawed at the lounge as she pushed back to meet his next hard drive. His thumb came back to toy with her ass while forcing her hips higher.

“Is that what you want, Princess? For me to use you? To hold you down and fuck you any way I wish? Anywhere I want my cock?”

A buzzing started in her ears as he said the filthy words she seemed to crave. “Yes.” She wasn’t sure what she wanted, but when his chest settled over her back, she knew it was that. Air sawed from her lungs as her vision hazed.

“You need my weight, don’t you?”

She couldn’t speak, could only nod. Why did being restrained affect her so much?

A voice in her head told her what she already knew. She craved the mindless pleasure in doing nothing more than feeling, and she trusted him to give that to her.

“Spread your thighs as wide as they’ll go.”

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