It’s as if she’s waking me up, and now I’m the man I want to be instead of the prince the world sees.
My hand slides up her inner thigh, and I use it to spread her wider, making her take steps to accommodate me. The sweet pink of her pussy is right in front of me, and I bite her inner thighs, making her jump and move to escape me.
“My beautiful, sexy girl, you look absolutely stunning with these on your skin.” I drag my fingers along the indents of my teeth and climb back up her body. My good girl still has her arms raised, and it shocks me how one can be so defiant and anxious to submit at the same time.
It makes me so fucking hard, I have stars behind my eyes from the lack of blood flow in my brain.
I turn her back around and kiss her with an all-consuming,I can’t get close enoughlevel of desperation. The heat of her mouth and the way she kisses me back, filled with longing and lust, makes me tremble. Our hands are everywhere, our mouths messy as we groan and moan and grind, wanting to fuck, needing to come.
She’s sin racing through my veins and capturing my heart.
My fingers split her pussy lips and rub her clit. She moans, kissing me and rocking against my hand. Before her, I never kissed much. It felt misleading and intimate when I knew the woman was only going to be a simple fuck and nothing more. But from the night I first met her, all I want to do is kiss her. Again and again, over and over. Any distance between us feels like too much.
She rolls up onto the balls of her feet and pushes down on my fingers, rolling her hips as she fucks against my hand. Steam surrounds us, making me dizzy and high.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.”
“Rowan.” My name is an expletive. A plea. More internal conflict.
“You can pretend you don’t want me, sweetheart, but your hungry little cunt is grinding on my fingers, desperate to get more friction so you can come.”
Her eyes clench, and she coils in, but I’m not having that. I pick her up, force her legs around my waist, and enter her. My lungs empty, and my eyes roll back.Jesus. How is it this good every fucking time? How is that even possible?
I settle into her as deep as I can go. All the fucking way until I’m practically in her womb.
“There. It’s just us. Me inside of you, you surrounding me. I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want you. I have you, and it’s not enough. I keep needing more.”
“Rowan, please.”
I pepper her face with kisses and grip her ass, splitting her cheeks so I can really drive into her. I’m unyielding. I hold her steady and plunge in and out of her like the palace is burning around us, and this is my last chance to feel her.
Because that’s what this is like. It’s always like this. Every time with her feels like the first and last. Like I’m chasing her and will never stop because she believes she always has to run from me. It thrills and terrifies me all at once.
The piston of my hips doesn’t let up as I move into her, sinking deeper, going harder.
I groan against her lips and kiss her sloppily. Her hands hold the back of my head, fingers knotted in my hair. Her pussy spasms and clenches, her breath seizing as she gets close. I nibble and kiss her wet skin, giving her every inch of me, burying myself, pounding, my breath shaking.
Her cunt grips me, squeezing me to the point where light dances behind my eyes.
“So fucking tight, sweetheart. Fuck, your pussy is amazing.”
“More,” she pants. “Rowan, more.”
I’d do anything she asked. Fucking anything.
I work into her, hiking her thighs up higher, the slide so fucking good we’re both loud. I get us both to the end, my orgasm racing up my spine like a shot. She rides me through hers, wiggling her hips and moaning and crying out.
I slow, savoring the feel of her as the tail end of pleasure holds me.
More kisses. More touching. More breathing.
I pull out and set her down, but I don’t stop touching her. I can’t. I wash her hair and body, and she only mildly protests, but the truth is, she’s spent. Her eyes are heavy, and her muscles are lax. I dry her off and dress her in my clothes and tuck her into my bed.
“No sneaking out on me,” I whisper as I hold her tight. She stiffens, but I simply kiss her neck and trickle my fingers along her skin until she gives up the fight and falls asleep. A few moments later, I do too, thoughts of morning on my mind and questions about whether my Cinderella will be there this time when I wake up.
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ROWAN
