Letting her go, though? No. No. NO.
How can I ever consider this? She’ll never return on her own. Why would she? I’m the man who took her hostage and almost fucked her without a goddamn consideration for her comfort. She just ran away from me. Even now, she could be playing me. Lulling me into a false sense of security by offering me this fantasy of watching her touch herself, watching her approach me instead of turning away in disgust.
She has almost reached me now, her fingers playing with her mouthwatering pink nipples, and I can’t resist anymore. I drop both hands and free my dick, jacking myself off at a vigorous pace, twisting my hard flesh in rough strokes. It seems to turn her on, her own mouth popping open on a puff of air, her eyes growing heavy.
“Yes.” I grit out my answer. “You’re my little princess.”
Even with me sitting down, she has to go up on her toes to lay a kiss on my mouth, and I hold my breath, memorizing the smooth texture of her lips. My hand stops moving in my lap. What need is there to beat off now? I’m going to come just having her kiss me. Oh, but she does so much more than that, and I can only sit there, groaning like an animal as she climbs onto my lap and straddles me.
“If I’m your little princess,” she whispers, scooting closer and closer, her tight backside dragging on my thighs. “Does that make you my king?”
Finally, her cunt reaches meets my swelled-up dick, the dewy lips opening up around it as much as they can. “Yes,” I rasp. “Yes, I’m your king.”
Her hips twist, and I throw back my head on a roar. And she keeps going, riding her virgin pussy up and down the trunk of my cock, her fingernails digging into my shoulders as she works. As she drives me insane.
“Shouldn’t the king be in bed with the queen?” She breathes against my ear. “What are you doing in the princess’s bedroom, you bad, filthy man?”
My already rampant hunger whips into a cyclone below my waist. “I…”
“Surely that’s against the rules.”
My abdomen squeezes tight, dark spots winking in my vision. In all my depraved fantasies of being with Lainey, I was on top. I was a grunting, sweating powerhouse, getting my nut as hard and fast as possible with the use of her sexy, sweet body. Yes, pleasuring her was part of the dream—a big one—but in the end, it was all about force. This, though? This? Lainey slowly grinding on my cock while saying forbidden things to me is…it’s the paradise I didn’t know existed.
Because it’s what she needs. I could be the man who gives her exactly what she needs without having to take it. Steal it.
“I can’t do it.” My hands find her ass, massaging the smooth cheeks as she continues to writhe on my manhood. “I can’t stay away from the princess.”
“Why not?” She reaches down between us, wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock. Her grip only encompasses about half of me, but come sprays from my tip nonetheless, landing on her stomach. “You can’t keep this where it’s supposed to be, can you?”
“No,” I grit out, closing my eyes and letting Lainey weave her words around me. “No, I’m a sick man and all I want is that tight, little princess pussy.”
A shudder moves through her, her hand moving faster on my dick. “Until now, you’ve just been sneaking in to play with me late at night, haven’t you? Just cuddling and playing.” Her tongue licks into my mouth, and we groan into a too-short kiss. “But you can’t help it anymore, can you? You’re going to—”
“Going to roll you on your back and tickle you until you start to kick and buck. Until your thighs open up for what you don’t understand. What you didn’t know was coming.” Fuck, I’m so hot I’m going to throw her down on the forest floor and— No. No. Can’t lose my head. Must give Lainey everything she needs or she’ll run from me again. And…I’m enjoying this fantasy more than I ever thought possible. Lainey’s cunt is wet as hell, too, telling me the more we explore, the easier her first fuck will be. “What we do when the queen is sleeping will be our secret, won’t it, little princess?”
“Yes, my king,” she sobs…and then she slides the tip of my cock inside her. “Oh. Oh God.”
I’m paralyzed with pleasure, my hands shaking on her bottom with the need to plunge her down, rip through her virgin barrier and finally make her mine. It will make her unhappy and hurt her, though. I will die first. “I promise I won’t move,” I force out. “I’ve waited my whole life for you. I will not ruin this over a matter of minutes.” My balls swell with pain, breaking sweat out across my forehead. “You will ride it only when you’re ready.”
“I want to ride it now,” she whimpers, easing down another couple inches. “Want to please my king.”
“You please me just by existing.” My hands flex on her ass, my pinky finger dipping into that valley in between her cheeks to circle her back entrance. “The queen will know our secret when I finally take you here. You’ll be sitting on a pillow at breakfast.”
She gasps and slides down, down, as far as she can possibly take me, my senses going haywire over the hot, snug sensation strangling my inches. The subtle tear of her virginity might as well be a gunshot, it’s so loud in my head. My shout of victory echoes through the woods, but it ends in a broken growl, because the need to come is so overwhelming. Fuck. Fuck, it’s never been more obvious that I wasn’t built for actual sex. Especially with a girl so young. I’m too damn large. The needs I’m going to inflict on Lainey’s pussy are selfish. So selfish. There is a good deal of my cock left over for her to take, but I have no chance of her taking more.
Until I do. With a cry, Lainey bucks her hips and swallows up the rest of my dick, falling forward against my chest, her legs trembling around my waist. I shoot forward and fall back, my eyes going blind at the pleasure, the unimaginable pressure in my stomach, my balls. “Princess, no.”
“Yes.” She lifts her face, pressing her gasping lips to mine. “I’m yours now, see, Carver?”
“Yes.” My voice is nothing more than a strangled exhale. “Yes.”
“Do you feel how right we are?” Teeth sinking into her lower lip, she circles her little body on my cock and drives me to the brink of madness. “Would I give myself to you like this if I wasn’t coming back to my king?”
Processing her words is growing more difficult by the second with her pussy throbbing around me, her hard nipples buried in my chest hair. Rubbing there. Rubbing. But I hear her. Or more importantly, the organ beating in my chest hears and understands. She’s mine. I’m still terrified to let her leave me, but the way she’s looking up at me right now, eyes imploring and innocent of deception…they make me believe. I believe in this. Us.
My hands begin to urge her gently, up and down my aching shaft. In order to slide her pussy all the way up to my tip, I have to lift her several inches off my lap and guide her back down…and she goes like a dream, whimpering every time I’m fully impaled. Her hands hold on to my shoulders, squeezing, her tits beginning to bounce up and down the faster I lift her, grind her down, lift her, grind her down.
“Oh God. Carver.”
“Lainey.” Her backside slaps off my thighs again and again, the sound making me fucking desperate to fill her with my come. “My little princess. Mine.”
“That’s right. I’m yours,” she murmurs, leaning in to kiss my scarred mouth, giving me her tongue and rocking, rocking on my dick like she was made for me. She was. Thank you, God. “The way my king tickles me feels funny,” she whispers against my ear. “You usually only use your hands.”
Jesus Christ. I’m finished. Knowing I only have seconds before my body gives in and releases deep inside her, I wedge my fingers between our joined bodies and begin to jiggle her clit with my thumb. “Get used to this kind of tickling, princess. It makes us both feel so good, doesn’t it?”
“Y-yes,” she gasps. “I-I think I’m…”
“Let it happen. I’ve got you.”
Watching Lainey’s eyes go blank and feeling her body seize is the greatest moment of my life. I did this. I pleasured her, scars and all. She twists in my lap, her fingernails burying in my shoulders, a scream leaving her mouth to ricochet among the trees. “It’s so good.” Her pussy constricts tighter, her body wracked with tremors on top of me. “Oh my God.”
My thighs move on their own, shifting beneath her ass. I press her down as far she’ll go on my shaft, groaning as come makes the long climb higher, higher, up to the head of my flesh. A savage growl accompanies the spurts I unleash into her hot, waiting cunt. My mind holds on to the gorgeous image of her as my eyelids drop, my head falling back under the weight of the bliss. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I try to be gentle, but my hands jerk Lainey closer, push her down harder, trying to guarantee she’ll be filled with every drop of my need. It’s instinct, it’s necessity.
Get her pregnant.
Fill her with life.
Keep her.
Please her.