She has almost reached me now, her fingers playing with her mouthwatering pink nipples, and I can’t resist anymore. I drop both hands and free my dick, jacking myself off at a vigorous pace, twisting my hard flesh in rough strokes. It seems to turn her on, her own mouth popping open on a puff of air, her eyes growing heavy.
“Yes.” I grit out my answer. “You’re my little princess.”
Even with me sitting down, she has to go up on her toes to lay a kiss on my mouth, and I hold my breath, memorizing the smooth texture of her lips. My hand stops moving in my lap. What need is there to beat off now? I’m going to come just having her kiss me. Oh, but she does so much more than that, and I can only sit there, groaning like an animal as she climbs onto my lap and straddles me.
“If I’m your little princess,” she whispers, scooting closer and closer, her tight backside dragging on my thighs. “Does that make you my king?”
Finally, her cunt reaches meets my swelled-up dick, the dewy lips opening up around it as much as they can. “Yes,” I rasp. “Yes, I’m your king.”
Her hips twist, and I throw back my head on a roar. And she keeps going, riding her virgin pussy up and down the trunk of my cock, her fingernails digging into my shoulders as she works. As she drives me insane.
“Shouldn’t the king be in bed with the queen?” She breathes against my ear. “What are you doing in the princess’s bedroom, you bad, filthy man?”
My already rampant hunger whips into a cyclone below my waist. “I…”
“Surely that’s against the rules.”
My abdomen squeezes tight, dark spots winking in my vision. In all my depraved fantasies of being with Lainey, I was on top. I was a grunting, sweating powerhouse, getting my nut as hard and fast as possible with the use of her sexy, sweet body. Yes, pleasuring her was part of the dream—a big one—but in the end, it was all about force. This, though? This? Lainey slowly grinding on my cock while saying forbidden things to me is…it’s the paradise I didn’t know existed.
Because it’s what she needs. I could be the man who gives her exactly what she needs without having to take it. Steal it.
“I can’t do it.” My hands find her ass, massaging the smooth cheeks as she continues to writhe on my manhood. “I can’t stay away from the princess.”
“Why not?” She reaches down between us, wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock. Her grip only encompasses about half of me, but come sprays from my tip nonetheless, landing on her stomach. “You can’t keep this where it’s supposed to be, can you?”
“No,” I grit out, closing my eyes and letting Lainey weave her words around me. “No, I’m a sick man and all I want is that tight, little princess pussy.”
A shudder moves through her, her hand moving faster on my dick. “Until now, you’ve just been sneaking in to play with me late at night, haven’t you? Just cuddling and playing.” Her tongue licks into my mouth, and we groan into a too-short kiss. “But you can’t help it anymore, can you? You’re going to—”
“Going to roll you on your back and tickle you until you start to kick and buck. Until your thighs open up for what you don’t understand. What you didn’t know was coming.” Fuck, I’m so hot I’m going to throw her down on the forest floor and— No. No. Can’t lose my head. Must give Lainey everything she needs or she’ll run from me again. And…I’m enjoying this fantasy more than I ever thought possible. Lainey’s cunt is wet as hell, too, telling me the more we explore, the easier her first fuck will be. “What we do when the queen is sleeping will be our secret, won’t it, little princess?”
“Yes, my king,” she sobs…and then she slides the tip of my cock inside her. “Oh. Oh God.”
I’m paralyzed with pleasure, my hands shaking on her bottom with the need to plunge her down, rip through her virgin barrier and finally make her mine. It will make her unhappy and hurt her, though. I will die first. “I promise I won’t move,” I force out. “I’ve waited my whole life for you. I will not ruin this over a matter of minutes.” My balls swell with pain, breaking sweat out across my forehead. “You will ride it only when you’re ready.”
“I want to ride it now,” she whimpers, easing down another couple inches. “Want to please my king.”
“You please me just by existing.” My hands flex on her ass, my pinky finger dipping into that valley in between her cheeks to circle her back entrance. “The queen will know our secret when I finally take you here. You’ll be sitting on a pillow at breakfast.”