“Tell me what you like,” I say as I move from one tit to the other. “I’m new, remember. I want to do everything you want.”
“I don’t know what I like,” she cries. Her hips wiggle a little, which drives me crazy.
“Do you like it rough?” I envelop the hard tip and suck until my cheeks hollow out. I release her with a pop and then lap at the now red nipple. “Or softer?”
She lets out a breathy laugh. “Both. Both feel good.”
“How about this?” I pinch her nipple lightly, and she jumps. I chuckle. “Okay. You like that, don’t you?”
I apply a little more force, and she moans this time, her head falling back and her lips parting. A little pain with a little sweetness seems to be the right recipe. I want to see if she likes that combination in other areas. I slide down, nipping the skin and then pressing soft, soothing kisses on the red marks. Her breaths turn to gasps, and her fingernails rake their way across my scalp.
My dick is hard as iron. I want inside that wet pussy of hers so bad. At her waist, I run my tongue around the band of her pants. Her hands release my hair and push the fabric out of the way. Her efforts are stymied by the fact she didn’t undo the zipper, and Princess curses in a very unladylike way.
“Shit,” she spits. “Help me.”
I swallow a grin and undo the offending zipper, pulling off her pants and her underwear. My smile slides right off when her pink, juicy pussy comes into view. I nearly nut in my jeans at the sight of her. Her hands cross and cover her pussy. “Don’t stare at me.”
I brush her hands away. “Hell, Princess, you’re too pretty for words. I can’t not stare. You’re like a fucking piece of art.”
My voice is rough like I scraped my tonsils out with sandpaper or swallowed half a dune. My throat feels dry and my tongue too big for my mouth. She’s so pink and delicate. I’m going to tear her in two. I shove a hand through my hair.
“Babe…” I trail off.
Her head pops up. “What’s wrong? Is it me? Is something wrong with me?”
“Nah. I think it’s me.” I draw a finger down one sweet, exposed thigh. “You’re tiny, Princess, and I’m…big. And I’m not saying that to brag or shit, but I’m worried I’m going to hurt you.” My cock disagrees. My cock is ready to bust through the denim and drive into her in the next second if I don’t take action.
She giggles slightly. “No you won’t. I’m made for you.” She stretches her arms above her head and spreads her legs wide. “Put your big cock against my kitty and you’ll see.”
I gape at her sudden confidence. It’s a turn-on, not gonna lie. I shuck my jeans off, rip my shirt over my head, and then lie down on the bed next to her. She widens her eyes, questioning me. “Are you taking a break?”
“Nah. I want you to fuck yourself on me. I want you to control how hard you want me to take you. How deep you want me to go. I don’t trust myself not to hurt you so this first time, I want you to fuck me.”
Her eyes grow big like saucers. Her tongue comes out to lick her bottom lip. “I’m in control?”
“Yeah. This time at least. Next time, I’m going to dick you six ways until Sunday, and you’re going to have a hard time walking after we’re done, but for this first time, you’re in charge.” I take my turgid shaft in hand and squeeze the base so hard I see stars. The pain drives away the need to come immediately. I gesture for her to swing her legs over and straddle me. “You know how to ride a horse. It ain’t much different.”
“No,” she says quietly. “It’s not.”
She climbs on top of me then and positions her wet cunt over the tip of my aching erection. I hold myself still, calling on every ounce of my willpower not to move, not to drive my shaft inside of her, not to impale her sweet, virgin body. She slides down slowly, so slowly that I feel like I might die. I count sheep and steers and clouds and then blades of grass to keep my orgasm at bay. Above me, she gasps and sighs and coos until finally, finally, she’s fully seated. Sweat drips down the sides of my forehead.
“You ready?” I croak.
She nods silently.
I take over then. I grab her hips in both hands and hold her while I jack into her, powering from underneath, driving my cock so deep that I swear I can feel her womb. Her hands fall to my chest, and through the veil of her long hair and the sweat and maybe even some tears of ecstasy, I watch her small tits bounce and wave as she rides her own release. Her cum drenches my cock.
Sweetness comes for me, too, with my spunk streaming out of me in long, thick ropes, filling her up, splashing inside of her, making her come again. Tenderness falls over me, and I gather her in my arms, pressing her against my heated body. “Rest up, Princess,” I whisper against her hair. “I’m going to be ready for round two soon.”
CHAPTER 18
MARIA
“These Justice men are no joke.” I say to Franklin, Cam’s mom. I still can’t get over the shock of Tucker riding in here on a horse and scooping Cam up.
I mean, I know the man is head over heels for her, but that was crazy. And one of the sweetest things I’ve ever seen. I want that. I know I’m young, but I can’t help but long for that kind of love. The more time I spend around all the Justice men, the more I realize that I’ll never be able to let my father pick some random husband for me.
Not only because I see how these men are with the woman they love, but I’m starting to understand what love really is when it comes to having a partner in life. The things I feel for Sterling are so unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced in life. And now that I’ve had a taste of him, I could never be in some loveless marriage.
“They aren’t,” Franklin agrees. “And you got yourself one already, don’t you?” Franklin lifts one of her perfect eyebrows at me, knowing I already told her my father is trying to promise me to someone else.
“I think I do.” I bite down into my bottom lip. There is no way I could marry anyone but Sterling now.
My body still aches from the things Sterling has done to me over the past few days. The man is insatiable. I’ve never felt more desired in my whole life. He can’t keep his hands off me. I’ve been enjoying every second of it.
Nothing turns me on more than when he starts to lose a bit of control and gets rougher than he means to. I love that I bring out that side of him. That even though apologies fall from his lips, he takes me harder with uncontrollable lust.
He wants to treat me like spun glass until my clothes start to come off. Then he snaps in the best of ways, and damn do I love that I’m the one that makes him do that. That I can make him take his princess harder than he means to.
“Think?” Franklin laughs. I don’t want to get my hopes up.
“We’re young,” I point out.
As much as I want this, I’m not sure it’s possible. We really are from two different worlds. We both may have money, but our cultures and lifestyles are night and day. None of that matters to me, but I know my father won’t be so accepting.
“You know Tucker has been in love with my Cam since they were kids. He thought he couldn’t have her and waited all these years to finally say the hell with it and go for her. So many years wasted, if you ask me.”