Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

A tiny cry escaped my lips.

“But, I’m not leaving my post,” I challenged. “This was a…” I struggled for words while he roamed my body with his tongue. “…an impulsive weakness.”

“Weakness?” He bit my stomach and I squealed.

“Ok, not weakness.” I tried to fend him off. “Impulsive lapse of judgement.”

He pushed a finger inside me and a groaned. “Lapse of judgement?” he taunted.

His release had begun to pool between my legs. There was something insanely beautiful and magical about what we had done, and I was ruining it by trying to categorize it like a drunken one-night stand.

I tried to find my breath, but he pumped his finger, adding a second. It was intense as he stretched me wider.

“Admit you think we’re making a mistake,” I begged.

He rolled on top of me, positioning his cock at my pussy. He slid it back and forth torturing me with the promise of satisfaction, only he wasn’t giving it to me. My body burned for him.

I looked in his eyes. They raged with hunger and lust.

“We’re going to fuck the rest of the night, princess. And in the morning if you want to talk about our proper positions, I’ll let you. But only after you try all my dirty positions tonight.”

He started to push inside me. His mouth moved to my ear. “I didn’t want that condom to break, but I’m going to make the most of it. That means feeling how incredible your pussy is when I’m buried inside you. With nothing between us. Just for this night.”

I nodded. “Please.” There was no way our first time together would make a baby. And he made a good argument. He already came inside me—there was nothing we could do.

He grinned. “I think I can convince you to quit your job.” He thrust until the thickest part of his cock was inside me.

I shook my head. “You can’t.”

He chuckled. “I can. And I will.”

“Oh shit.” My head rolled to the side when he reared up on his knees and lifted my ass in the air with him. He drove into me. I reached for the headboard. I needed something to hold on to.

“Have you forgotten I’m your prince?”

“No, never,” I whispered.

His cock sliced inside me, blazing with control. Every move was intentional and deliberate. He knew how to render me speechless. He tilted my hips slightly upward so my clit rubbed against him. The friction sent me over the edge. The harder he thrust, the more vibration echoed to my core.

I couldn’t prevent the inevitable. I braced myself for an avalanche of an orgasm.

He grinned with satisfaction as my

body began to shake.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous, coming on my dick.”

I writhed against him, riding his thick cock harder. I wanted more. I needed it. I was exploding from the inside out. He pushed inside me, giving me exactly what I wanted.

I gripped his shaft inside me with violent force as the waves crashed through me.

“Oh fuck, princess. You’re going to make me come.”

“Please,” I begged.

We were idiots, having sex like this. We had lost all common sense. We were playing with fire. I ground into his pelvis, screaming as the flames licked my veins.

He pumped harder and faster. I knew he wanted to match my pace. He wanted to come with me. I yelped when he clutched my bottom and his climax hit him. The sweat dripped down his chest. And my eyes locked on his.