Possessing the Princess

Moving again.

I rode my cock along her swollen lips, my thick shaft coursing across her clit with every pass.

The water had washed away the soap, but that didn’t matter. My slippery precum lubed us, and her creamy pussy lathered the long slick way.

Not entering her. Not fucking her. As close to penetrating her as I let myself get because this interlude was too fucking hot to stop.

Just as hungry for it as me, Roya looped her arms around my neck, crushing her tits to my chest.

Reaching between us, I grabbed my cock and angled it down before letting the bone-hard length slap up.

The wet noise resounded, but her scream collided louder.

I tapped and slapped her cunt with my cock before going right back to fucking through her wet puffy pussy lips.

We grappled together, our kiss becoming a nipping, biting, sucking thing.

I yanked on her hair and set my teeth against her neck before snarling out, “Fucking come on me. Come now.”

Roya’s scream curled out, her fingers clawing into my shoulders, her head tilted back.

The pulse and pull of her pussy shot me over, and I came all over her channel and even her thighs, the ropes of cum as hot and heavy as the steam swilling around our twined bodies.

My fingers clenched on her rear end, I propelled us around until my back sank against the wall with Roya plastered to my front.

“Blyad.” I nudged her face up, again brushing my thumbs over her lips. “You feel so good, prinkípissa.”

Her lashes fluttered. Her lips curved. She actually hummed.

And this was getting all too cozy for my liking.

I shut off the water and ushered her out. Grabbing a towel, I marched out of the bathroom.

Drying off and dressing again, I vowed I wouldn’t succumb to her spell.

She had a part to play in my masterplan, that was all.

Still, I wanted to take her precious virginity. That was as much a certainty as the fact that I’d finally get what I wanted from her father.

And the price had just gone up.

I’d ordered room service from one of the hotel’s many onsite restaurants and, by the time I’d put myself back together, our meal was waiting outside the door.

When I had everything set on the dining table, Roya appeared. I watched her approach, her damp hair feathering at the ends as it dried, a guarded look in her deep soulful eyes. She had dressed in a silky, dark red blouse and linen trousers that billowed around her legs as she walked. I pulled a chair out for her, noting that the pants might’ve been loose on her legs but, goddamn, they molded to the curves of her hips and the high shelf of her ass.

After I pushed her in and took a seat across from her, I mentioned, “I thought about making you cook for me but, with all the servants you have at the palace, I figured you probably don’t even know how.”

Her onyx irises sparkled with fire. “I have never been treated in such an undignif—”

“Da. Da. I know. In such an undignified manner by any man.” I unfolded my napkin with a snap. “But since you just came all over my cock, I figure I’m not just any man.”

That shut her up with remarkable speed.

I tucked into my food, and she took a few halting bites from her plate before her eyes widened in appreciation.

Seemed I’d chosen right. Along with a bowl of fresh fruit, I’d gotten omelets stuffed with cheese and vegetables. As she dug into the light, fluffy combination, her manners were intact. She held both knife and fork in a poised grip, occasionally dabbing her lips with the napkin.

When I’d finished, I pushed my plate aside and poured more coffee from the carafe on the table, replenishing her cup as well.

I looked up to find her regarding me.

“Why do you do that?” she asked, her head quirked to the side.

“Do what?”

“Switch between Russian and English and Greek?”

There was a deeper answer to that question, but I simply said, “Because I don’t know Arabic that well?”

Her trilling laughter was a surprise, the sound light and airy until it faded away.

She speared a piece of melon with her fork but then set it aside uneaten.

“What happens now?” She peered at me with troubled intensity.

Standing, I walked around the table. I opened one side of the large balcony doors then lit a cigarette and blew the smoke outside.

“Well, I think I’ve given your father enough time to fret over your sudden disappearance that he’ll be amenable to anything I ask. But I’m not sure I’m through with you yet.”

“What do you mean?” Her voice trembled, and she rose too.

My gaze coursed over her in one indulgent sweep. “I’m not done using your body yet, prinkípissa.”