“Oh Kenley.” I pulled her legs off my shoulders, holding them out in a wide V. Shit, she was flexible like a ballerina.

Her head shook back and forth. “Your high—” she stopped in the middle of addressing me with the title she always had.

“You better call me Dominic, princess. I’m buried deep in your sweet pussy. You’re mine right now.”

“I-I can’t.”

“Do you feel my cock inside you?”

She bit her lip, her eyes glazed with lust.

“Try Nic, baby. Call me Nic.”

“Ohh Nic,” she hissed, gripping the silk quilt in her fingers as I fucked into her.

“Touch yourself,” I commanded.

Her eyes widened. I thought she might protest. After all, she was my by-the-rules girl. I groaned when I saw her reach between her legs and begin to strum her clit.

“Holy fuck,” I growled, losing what control I had left.

I pumped harder, knowing I was going to come hard. The base of my spine clutched in a heated spasm. I had to hold on longer. I wanted more. I needed her pussy. I needed to watch her be a dirty girl a little bit longer.

I drew out slowly, dragging my cock through her folds before diving inside her with a forceful thrust.

“Don’t stop,” I ordered. “Make yourself come on my dick, princess. Spread your lips and I’ll watch.”

“Oh Nic,” she mewed. “More. I want more. Harder. Please.”

“Damn.” I stared at her in disbelief as she spread herself wider with her fingers.

I was in some kind of erotic movie. I had to be. Girls like Kenley didn’t do things like this. She was the girl who always had the right answers. Always knew the right thing to say. She knew rules and decorum.

She wasn’t the girl who let the prince fuck her in his closet, and begged for more. Or was she?

“I want you on your knees.” I breathed huskily.

I threw her legs to the bed and backed up just enough to flip her on her stomach.

“Ohhmph.”

I lifted her hips, rounding my hands over her perfect ass.

“I want this,” I growled. I pushed a thumb to her rose bud. She flinched and tucked her hips when I tried to push against the puckered muscle. “Later, princess,” I promised. “I’ll have this later.”

She looked at me over her shoulder. I leaned toward her, burning a kiss on her lips as my cock slammed into her. She tightened around me with precision, driving me wild. Pushing me to lose the last shackles that were holding me back.

Her eyes locked on me as she twisted to watch me take her from behind. Could she be any more perfect?

My hands gripped the softness of her hips as I pounded home.

“Harder,” she whispered. “Fuck me harder.”

I grinned devilishly. The answer was no. She couldn’t be any more perfect. She was pure perfection.

“Yes, princess,” I teased, slicing into her with determined force. She wanted my cock and I wanted her to have the chance to know it. To know how much I loved fucking her. How she turned me on.

“You’re mine, Kenley. Say it,” I demanded.

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