Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

“You know you drive me fucking insane.” He pushed inside and I dug my nails into his shoulders.

He stretched my sensitive center. My head thrashed to the side.

“I want to fuck you like this, Aspen. With nothing between us. No condoms. No barrier. My cock fucking your wet pussy.”

He grinned, knowing he made me wetter just mentioning it. Could I do this? Could I throw the last bit of common sense I had out the window for this experience?

Lachlan’s hand moved between my legs and he withdrew, sitting back on his knees. He tipped toward the floor and I heard him sift through the bag close to the bed. I took a breath. Thank God I didn’t have to make that decision. He reared up, showing off the condom between his fingers.

“Next time, love.” He waggled his eyebrows.

I nodded, not able to comprehend next time. I wanted this time. I wanted this with him now. I wanted him to fulfill his promise and fuck me properly. It was such a perfectly British way to put it.

He rolled the condom on and rubbed the tip up and down between my slit.

“Please, Lachlan.”

“I own you, don’t I?”

I’d never been so exposed or vulnerable. This man ruled me and I liked it.

“All of me.”

He palmed my breasts, pinching and squeezing my nipples. I inhaled sharply, feeling the tightening in my core.

“Damn, everything makes you wet.” He grinned. “I like it. It’s fucking hot.”

And that was when he slammed into me. I screamed his name as his solid cock filled me with blinding ecstasy. I met his thrust with one of my own, desperate to pull him in. Desperate to cling to him, clench his massive shaft.

Sex with Lachlan was incomparable. We were in our own universe. We were lost in pure physical rapture. He pushed deep inside and I clutched at his shoulders. The sweat dripped from his throat and rolled along the smooth planes of his chest.

His hands traveled over my body, exploring my skin, caressing my curves. He kissed my neck and throat, biting my shoulder, licking the saltiness of my skin. And when his orgasm built, he looked in my eyes.

“Fuck, Aspen,” he groaned.

His muscles tensed, and with one forlorn look, I fell into his trap. I bought the sex pitch. I let go of the control I had over my body. He pumped harder and faster, driving a third orgasm into me.

“Lachlan, I can’t…” I didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t know how to describe it.

“Fuck, yeah.” He dove forward while I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist.

I felt his shaft pulse with aftershocks while the last waves traveled through him.

He collapsed against my chest, and I sighed with satisfaction.

“I can’t believe.” I gasped for air. “That was amazing,” I whispered.

He pushed off the bed. “I meant what I said, Ava. I want to fuck you with nothing between us. You’re mine.”

And I felt it. He had taken my body and given it a special gift. I didn’t want it back. It could be his as long as he wanted. Beyond the Olympics. Beyond Rio.

I smiled sleepily. We still had time before dinner. Enough for a nap while Lachlan drew lazy circles on my stomach.

17

Lachlan

I squeezed her hand before we walked inside the restaurant. I leaned toward Aspen’s ear. “You’re fucking incredible.” She was wearing an aqua dress that hugged her curves. “No one shags like you, love.”