Page 9 of Niko's Printsessa
“Is that what you want? My cock?”
I scoff, “Never.”
He presses his boot in between my legs and nudges my knees apart. I try to hide my wetness with a glare, but he leans his facedown and sniffs loudly. “Your words lie but your body tells the truth.”
“Fuck off!”
“In due time,Printsessa.”
“Stop calling me that!”
“Stop acting like it.”
He lets go of my hair and pats his lap.
My face reddens. “You don’t honestly think.”
“Oh, I do.”
“Oh no, I’m not some cheap replacement for your twin whores.”
“Noone could replace you.”
I ignore him, unable to even comprehend that statement. “I’m in danger and you think it’s a good time to play Daddy?”
It’s hard to read his expression and his soft voice confuses me. “I hate that you’re in danger, which iswhyyou arehere, withme. You refuse to obey, so fuck if I’m not going to fulfill a fantasy while also teaching you a lesson.”
I scoff, “This is not my fantasy.”
His dilated eyes bore into mine. “Who said it was yours?”
“I will never be your fantasy, so you can…...”
His huge hand wraps around the front of my throat, the threat of him cutting off my oxygen grabs my attention. His steely eyes bore into my soul.
“Every God damn night, Becca.” He loosens his hold but feral hunger crosses his face, hypnotizing me. “Every God. Damn. Night.”
My heart bangs against my ribs and my head spins from his words.
He whips me up with hardly any effort and my stomach lands against his lap and the hard bulge of his cock. The possibility of him spanking me has my sex clenching around nothing. Knowing it’s the wrong reaction, I try to wiggle out of his grasp, but while trying to break his hold, my clit sweeps against the roughness of his jeans, and I immediately see stars. Fuck. How can I be this close? He hasn’t even touched me there.
Commonsense tells me to fight, but my brain is short circuiting, and the only thing that matters is relieving the growing ache between my thighs. The pulsing of my sex is so intense, it’s almost painful. I don’t even realize I’m grinding my hips against him until a whimper escapes me.
His hitched breath snaps me back to reality, and my body tenses as I squeeze my eyes shut. Am I insane? Yes, I’m utterly, impossibly, terminally insane. Because all I can think about is how close I am to an orgasm.
His gruff voice is strained, “Fuck, Becca.” His hands caress the curves of my body over my waist, leaving a trail of tingles, until he’s locked onto my hips. His cock is a rod of steel pressed against my center. His fingers dig into my skin and he skims my body across his lap. My clit connects, and I let out a desperate moan.
It feels so good, and his voice rolls over me with permission. “Fuck yes.” Shame beckons me and my drenched pussy, but he won’t let me curl into myself. “Take it, Becca.”
I shake my head, staring at the carpet and unable to speak.
He skates my body across his again, and my swollen bud sings for more.
His voice is soft but firm, “It wasn’t a question. Take it.”
My eyes roll as he glides my body back and forth, the heavy need increasing with each stroke. Soon I’m consumed and chasing my orgasm without regret, grinding against him, searching desperately for release. I’m soaked and so close to coming, I need it more than anything. He keeps his hands on my body as I press my pussy into him and fuck the rough fabric, hitting my sweet spot just right. The ripple of ecstasy erupts within me, and I scream out as I come so hard the edge of my vision blurs. I continue to rub against the material, riding the wave into another, overwhelmed with the longest euphoric orgasm I’ve ever had. The tingles and pulsing aftershocks continue as I finally begin the descent from my high. My body falls limp while I catch my breath and slow my heartrate.
His baritone moan fills the air and embarrassment quickly returns. What the fuck did I just do? I grimace, tighten my already shut eyes, and brace for his brutal taunt but he doesn’t berate me. Instead, his fingers slowly slide between my legs and up towards my soaking slit.