Seducing the Princess (Shillings Agency 3)

And that had to be enough, because it’s all he’d ever get from her. She was a fucking princess… And he wasn’t even close to being good enough for her.

His balls pulled tight to his body, and she cupped them with her hand. Sucking harder, she took his whole dick into her mouth. It felt good. Too good. He pulled on her hair, and she let him go right away. “Enough. Watching you fuck me with that sweet mouth of yours is too much. Put the condom on.”

Closing his dick in her hand, she made quick work of rolling it on him. After she finished, she looked up at him and her pink tongue darted out, wetting her pink lips. “I want to do that again.”

He swallowed past the Sahara Desert that was now his throat. “Maybe next time, if you’re good.” Picking her up, he set her back on his lap. “But now, I need to make you come. But first, ask—”

/> “You nicely. I know.” She gripped his shoulder and lifted her dress out of the way. “Please fuck me.”

“Since you asked nicely…” He moved her panties out of the way, and she lowered herself onto him. He hissed as her wet pussy closed around him, squeezing him perfectly. “Fuck me.”

“Well…” Her lips twitched. “I am.”

A laugh escaped him. “You think you’re funny, huh?”

“No.”

“You are.” He reached between them, his thumb pressing against her clit. She wiggled her hips, taking him in deeper. “And beautiful. And smart. And mine.”

“Yes.” She threw her head back, her hips rocking quicker. He held still, letting her ride him as fast as she wanted. “All yours.”

“Kiss me, Princess.” He pressed his thumb closer to her clit, rolling it in circles. “I want your mouth on mine when you come. I want to taste it.”

She cupped his neck and kissed him, her hips moving faster. Even though every muscle within him screamed for him to move—to fuck her—he held still, letting her have control this one time. His tongue rolled over hers in tune with his hand, and she rode him harder. Faster.

When she froze, her mouth pressed to his and her nails digging into his shoulders, he growled and took over. Pumping his hips up, he fucked her hard and mercilessly, needing to feel the pleasure he knew she could give him. Needing…her.

Shit.

“Oh my God,” she cried out, meeting each of his thrusts with enthusiasm. “Yes.”

Her pussy tightened over him, almost pushing him out, and he knew she was coming again. He slammed into her one last time, and they orgasmed together. She collapsed against his chest, her breathing erratic. Lifting his arms, he hesitated.

Then he closed them around her and kissed her temple, closing his eyes and enjoying the closeness. It felt…right. “Feel better now, Belle?”

“That definitely helped,” she said, letting out a small laugh. “Wow.”

He grinned. “Told you I knew the solution to tension.”

“So much for one night, huh?” She pushed off his chest, her hair wild and so clearly mussed from a man fucking her thoroughly. He’d done that to her. “Can’t say I’m sorry we broke our rule.”

“I told you. If you want more”—he reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. She was adorable disheveled right now—“all you have to do is ask nicely.”

“I’ll remember that,” she said, smiling at him. “I guess we should head to the hotel first, though, right?”

Or his house. Or for the highway. They could keep driving and never look back again. “Yeah, we probably should get you back before people ask questions.”

“All right.”

Her hands lingered on him, but she climbed off his lap easily enough. As she situated herself in the passenger seat, he cleaned himself up. By the time he was finished, she was buckled, and her hair was smooth. The dress that she’d lifted up around her hips so she could fuck him was smooth and flawless once more, spread out over her thin thighs as if she’d been sitting there all along. She looked every inch the princess she was.

And he wanted to own her. There was no denying that.

Too bad it wasn’t possible.

When they were finished fucking around, she’d go back to her country. Marry a prince. Someone like Georgie boy back there. Someone not him. Then she’d have royal babies with royal blood, and forget all about her walk on the wild side with an American. Or she’d think of him on lonely nights, while her rich husband went away for work, and touch herself.

Because of him.