Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

“Oh, God,” she screamed, gripping my shoulders.

But I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. I pumped in and out of her. My body taking over with primal need. She felt fucking incredible. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I pushed in before pulling out swiftly. I rocked in and out of her, watching her tits bounce wildly on the bed.

“Fuck, Aspen.” I wanted more. I needed to be deep inside her. I pushed her knees toward her chest and crawled forward on top of her.

“It’s so intense,” she whimpered, while she gyrated toward me. “Fuck me. I want it.”

I wanted to own her. It wasn’t just a stupid joke or a dare. I wanted this woman. I wanted her to be mine in every way. This was the first step in claiming her. Burying myself in her. Filling her with my cock while she clung to me.

12

Aspen

When he first pushed inside me, my entire body surged with a new kind of exotic energy. My core took over and my brain shut off. All I knew was that with each thrust of his cock, I was climbing and higher and higher toward something blissfully erotic. Something my body craved and hungered for.

Lachlan looked into my eyes with a kind of determination I’d never seen from a man before. He wanted to sear this into my skin. He wanted to make sure I never forgot what it felt like when he was inside me. I cried out when he flicked my swollen clit with his fingers, strumming it to the point of explosion. It was an exquisite torture.

“I’m going to come,” I whispered. I didn’t recognize my own voice. “I want to.”

“Good. Come on my cock when I tell you to.”

I don’t know what I had agreed to do, only that my body felt alive in a way it hadn’t before. A bead of sweat rolled down Lachlan’s chest and landed on my stomach. Shit, he was hot.

He moved in and out of me with complete control. Every time I thought I was going to spill into my orgasm he would pull back and start over again. He could feel the power he had over my body and he knew how to use it.

“Please let me,” I begged. The tension in my belly was almost painful. My thighs tingled and my clit was swollen with want.

“Tell me you belong to me,” he ordered.

I didn’t think I could say the words, but that was exactly what was happening. I was giving him control with every thrust. With every kiss.

If I didn’t come, I was going to be tortured by the bundle of nerves tightening every time Lachlan touched me. I’d never put this fire out on my own. He rubbed his cock between my folds, nudging my clit.

“Say it,” he commanded.

“I belong to you,” I groaned. “I’m yours, Lachlan Kenzie.”

“Yes, you fucking are.” He grinned.

He pulled out and I looked up at him, puzzled. “What are you doing?”

I ached between my legs and immediately missed the way he filled me.

He gripped my hips and flipped me on my stomach. “Fucking you all the ways I want.”

“Oh God.” I grabbed at the headboard as I felt him push inside me, shoving my ass in the air.

And the fire took over. I couldn’t stop bouncing and riding him. Every time he slid inside me, I met him with another thrust. I ground my ass against him.

“Fuck, yeah,” he growled.

“Now? Can I come now? I can’t hold off anymore. Please. Please let me come on you.” I knew that was what he wanted. And in some deep part of me, I wanted it too. I wanted to coat him in the hot stickiness he created.

He reached around and I felt his palm slide over my stomach and inch between my legs. He twisted my clit between his fingers. I screamed from the intensity.

“Now, baby. Now come on me.”

And I let go. I sat backward as the orgasm shattered me. My back landed on his chest as he grabbed a breast with one hand while the other massaged my clit back and forth. I couldn’t move. I had nowhere to go, but to let the orgasm split through me. It pulsed and rocketed through my limbs, while Lachlan pumped in and out of me with sudden strokes.