Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Can you get more in if I do this?”
“I said, there’s no more room, baby—” I shudder hotly when she rests her ankles on my shoulder and she does, miracle of miracles, bury another two inches of me in her pussy. “OH GOD! Oh God. Don’t fucking move.”
“I…” Her eyes widen with enjoyment, her walls squeezing me with so much hot pressure, I have to stop pumping to gather my control before I blow. “I love watching you react to me,” she whispers, tightening up again, on purpose, making me grit my teeth and shake through a curse. “I love how you can’t hide anything when I open my thighs for you. Whether it’s on my back like this or I’m riding on you like a horse—”
I slap a hand over her mouth to keep her from saying any more, because my demise is imminent and I’m so horny, I’m going to lose sight of her pleasure. And I can’t allow that, so I reach between us and stroke her slick little button, growling into the evening air when she gasps and quickens, her body somehow accepting another two inches of me and then, son of a bitch, I’m fully seated. I’m pushing my whole cock into her and she’s looking up at me in wonder and relief, on the cusp of pleasure.
“Motherfucker, this little girl is sweet and ripe,” I say, dragging my hand off her mouth and taking hold of her throat, triumph bursting in my sternum when she sobs as if she’d been waiting for a more intense show of dominance. I squeeze with increasing pressure, watching her pupils expand, her pussy getting slicker by the second. “Little girl wants to please her man, doesn’t she?”
“Yes.”
“There’s no greater pleasure in this world than your body, baby.” I’m lost now, driving into her on the pallet, waves crashing in my ears, my hips going for broke. So close, I’m so close, and she’s only getting more perfect by the second, driving me insane with her mewls and constricted muscles and smooth, wet flesh. “Take your pleasure from mine.”
“I’m trying,” she gasps. “It feels so good. I…it’s right there…”
“What do you need to come?”
“I don’t know.” She wets her lips. “I need more…Daddy.”
Responsibility swells inside of me and I react before my thoughts even form. With great difficulty, I pull out of her tightness and flip her over, reentering her from the back with a savage pump, reaching forward to grip her chin in my hand, holding her face steady while I speak in her ear, my cock rifling in and out of her from behind. Jesus, she’s even tighter from the back and my head is alive with static, my balls on the verge of erupting every time they slap off the underside of her mound. “Did you wear those riding pants to tease your Daddy today? Huh? You’ve had me hard since the fucking sun came up.” I bite the side of her neck. “Showing off your pussy like it’s a trophy that every man would love to win. But I’m the only one who’ll ever know that the princess begs on her hands and knees like a peasant when Daddy unzips his pants.”
Damn. That does the trick.
She tenses up, her cunt pulling and rippling while her sides puff in and out, strangled cries filling the small, circular room. As soon as she hits her peak, I throw back my head and cease to hold back, my entire body jolting and flexing with every rope of seed she milks out of me, her pussy stroking me like a fist as she spasms, ownership of her flesh blazing in my bloodstream. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.
I have no idea how we end up entwined on the pallet, but I know the way she snuggles into me for safety and warmth gives me more purpose than I’ve ever had in my life.
More…love. Yes, love.
I’m in love with Greta, Princess of Leidenstein.
And I need to find a way to keep her.
ten
. . .
Greta
I hardly remember life before Conrad anymore.
I’m lying on my bed facing the ceiling, my body still flushed and slightly damp from my bath, hair in a messy top knot. Not a stitch of clothing to shield me from the view of the commander as he paces beside the bed. Slowly. He’s decided to dress me this morning, but he’s taking his time finding an outfit, and time honestly means nothing now, so who cares? I’m wrapped in a meandering fog day in and day out, every inch of me so sensitized, I can barely carry on a conversation because I’m just thinking of the next time he’ll be inside of me.
The pulses in my neck, wrists and chest flutter madly, my chest rising and falling on anxious breaths just listening to his footsteps. They go from one side of the bed to the other, his sharp and reverent eyes examining my flesh. And I don’t feel a hint of self-consciousness or worry that he doesn’t like what he sees, because he praises me every moment we’re alone. Pressing me into dark corners of the palace and groaning into my ear.