Page 12 of His Princess

Colt sucked sweetly on my bottom lip, and my mind stopped functioning as he slid his hands under my shirt. I shivered when he plucked my nipples, and my cock almost hurt because it got so cramped in my tight pants. He shoved my shirt up and pushed me so that I had to trust him to keep me from falling off the chair with his arm behind my back. With a wink, he feasted—there was no other word for it. He sucked on my right nipple, drawing it into his mouth and using his tongue to flick the nub the way I would a cockhead. I was shocked at how viciously I shivered as pleasure tightened in my groin. I grabbed his muscled shoulders and lost track of what I was supposed to be doing.

He bit my nipple, and I whimpered.

“Do you like it, Princess?” he asked, glancing up at me. “When you have our baby, you’ll need to get used to your nipples being abused.”

Frowning, because that wasn’t something I would’ve thought he would drag into this, I wasn’t sure what to say. “Daddy,” I whispered. That word made me want to spread my legs for him. “Daddy, I need you.”

Colt leaned back and stared into my eyes for a moment, assessing me, trying to figure me out. Good luck. I hadn’t really planned any of this, and my dick was a mystery to me, too.

“What do you need, Husband? I thought you wanted to....” I wriggled on the club trying its damnedest to burrow through my pants. He growled and dipped his head down again, teasing my nipple until I felt like I was crazy.

“Go upstairs with me. I have something I want you to do.” He sucked hard on my nipple. “Say you want me in your pussy, first, though.” He smirked. “Daddy needs to hear it again.”

Ugh, I squirmed inside, but my dick pulsed and my stomach trembled.

He skimmed his fingers over my soft abs.

“I want your cock in my pussy,” I whispered, face heating.

Maybe it was because I didn’t want to put my dick in one, but I’d never uttered pussy in my entire life before right now. It was a little mysterious and a lot something I’d never contemplated. Straight men talked about pussies.

Maybe that was why I cringed when I heard it out loud.

But the way that one word made Colt attack my mouth, shoving his tongue deep between my lips while he frantically worked that thick cock against my ass—I might need to revise my view on it. Maybe if he wanted to say my asshole was his pussy, it wasn’t the end of the world.

I didn’t have to like it, though, or the way he kept dangling things—such as having a place to live—over my head. But I’d better get used to it since I’d committed. In for a dime, in for a hundred dollars, Mom always said. Of course, she was usually talking about what happened once men invested. If they were willing to give you anything at all, they were on the hook. I guessed I should probably just concentrate on that—keeping him where I needed him. Which meant giving him what he wanted.

But I hadn’t anticipated my dick aching this much for him when I’d been storming back to his house earlier. This was too much. My clothing was awful, and I wanted my pants off right now, please and thank you. Colt seemed to be floating on the same vibe because he started tugging at my shirt and sat me up. He stripped the shirt off me, then ran his hands down my chest, cupping my pecs.

“They’re so pink. You’re beautiful, the perfect wife,” he said, giving me a smug smile. He squeezed my right nipple and thrust against my ass, then slid an arm under my legs. It didn’t take him much effort to stand up with me cradled against his chest.

My eyelids fluttered and I clung as we began to move. “Husband.” I licked my lips because this—his muscles and strength—were the thing that would slay me and put me in a grave prematurely. Dead from being too turned on. Was that a thing? I leaned up and nuzzled my nose against his beard. I was surprised, though I wasn’t sure why, that he smelled good there. Like something masculine. And the hair wasn’t too scratchy. He hugged me closer as he took me up the stairs.

Jesus, wait a minute. Wake the fuck up. I startled at my internal rant and forced my eyes open. He’d been talking a lot about pussies. What if he didn’t know how this works? I grimaced. “You do realize you’re going to need to, uh.... Asses don’t... .”

He snorted and winked at me. “I have your best interests in mind. I won’t tear up that little pussy. I want to use it all night long. Daddy wants to breed you, not use you like a whore.”

The fear unwound in my stomach, and I was able to settle into this a bit more. Okay, so he wasn’t actually insane and wouldn’t fuck me up and hurt me. That was good. If I understood it all correctly, lots of straight guys fucked asses these days. I slid my hand down and gave my dick a squeeze, and he shook me. I flinched in his arms and stared back into his face.

“My horny little wife needs to wait until that pussy is full before you go playing around between your legs,” he growled into my ear.

Okay, that was fucking hot.

I moaned and kissed along his collar, sounding exactly like the ball of hormones and need he’d accused me of being. Jesus, I needed to get a grip. We’d barely started this insanity and I was already losing my mind. I couldn’t wait for him to drill me. He took me into his bedroom, and I let out a shaky breath. He set me down on my feet beside the bed, and I frowned as he went to a dresser and started opening drawers. He grinned over his shoulder at me, then came back with a wad of pink silk in his hand.

“What—”

“Arms up,” he demanded.

Shrugging, I raised my hands in the air, and I gasped when he tugged a pink silk slip down over my head. The lace top gaped on my chest, but otherwise it skimmed down my hips perfectly. Mom and I weren’t that different from each other, size wise. I glanced up and caught sight of myself in the full-length mirror in the corner. With my hair falling in front of my face, I could be a woman with tiny tits, and he seemed to agree because he settled his hands on my hips and growled, a perfect, animalistic sound that raised the hair on my arms and had my balls drawing close to my body.

“Pants off, Princess,” he demanded.

The role. Don’t forget the role. My mouth trembled as I slid my hands up underneath the cool silk and opened my belt, then shoved down my pants. He watched me like a predator as I kicked the pants away, then peeled off my socks.

“Husband, I’m scared. Your dick is so thick.” I felt both absolutely ridiculous saying the words—to the point that I wanted to wriggle under the bed and hide there—and honestly fucking worried about the size of him. He wasn’t a baseball bat, but he was fat, and I’d never even had a toy like him. He would press against my insides and force my asshole open wide. I slid my hands underneath the slip and was careful not to pull the skirt up as I pushed off my pink briefs, face superheating when his eyebrows rose as the underwear hit the floor. I stepped out of them. “What if you hurt me, since I’m a virgin? I’ve never had anything in my... p... hole.”

“Hell, you were made for this, Princess,” he murmured, and I wasn’t prepared when he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. He shoved me face-first onto the bed, and I tried to crawl away because I thought, despite what he’d said, he was going to hold me down and shove that thick piece of meat into my ass. He dove and tackled me flat, using his muscles to crush me, and I gasped as he shoved the silk up.

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