Page 11 of Kept for Christmas
I nod and pull her closer knowing that it’s wrong to say what I’m about to say. Then again, nothing else in my life has ever felt so right. “I’m not going anywhere, princess. You’d have to kick me out and set me on fire.”
Her lips land on mine, and though I know I should be a gentleman and push her advances away, I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as badly as I want her.
My hand lands on her back and I force the seat back in one fluid motion as I guide her across my lap.
Her thighs spread, and she straddles me, hooking her hands behind my neck as she leans in and kisses my lips, my neck, and the lobes of my ears. I’m trying not to react. I know I shouldn’t, but holy fuck there’s no reprieve. There are no words. She’s just a soft, little princess and I need to make her mine. Ineedto take care of her.
I wrap my arms around her waist and push up the back of her shirt, scooping over her round ass as she lifts and kisses me deeper.
The radio plays a song I know I’ve heard, but I can’t focus on any of it, and suddenly, the heat that’s been pumping through the vents is overwhelming. I tear my hand away for a second to turn the dial down.
“I need you!” she pants, moaning into my mouth with a sigh. “I can’t wait any longer!”
“I need you too, princess.”
“So then take me.”
“Right here?” I swallow hard and will myself to stop touching her, but before I know what’s right, I’m pulling the fabric down on her shirt and my mouth is moving from her lips to the hard tip of her nipple. “You don’t want to fuck right here. You’ll regret it.”
“I won’t regret it!” There’s desperation in her voice, an aching as though she’s being tortured and I’m the salvation she’s been looking for. How can I deny her that?
She reaches between us and moves her hand over my cock and moans, as my brain suppresses whatever reasoning I have left.
Fuck!
She stares at me. “Please. I need you to fill me up.”
Looking at her, I want nothing more than to fill her tight, little pussy with come, but there’s so much riding on this decision. First off is the part where she’s out of her mind. Second, she won’t remember the first time we were together if this did work out. Third, I’m not one hundred percent sure she’d talk to me ever again if I go through with this. Sure, she’s asking me now, but what happens when the world is less fuzzy?
“We should wait and plan something special. I want to make sure you’re feeling better. That makes sense, right?” Saying those words are like sticking knives into my back and twisting them. I’ve never betrayed myself more.
“No,” she laughs. “We don’t have to wait. We can feel good right now. Besides, I couldn’t wait any longer if my life depended on it. In fact, I think my life might actually depend on me sinking onto your cock right now.”
Fuck!
Something inside me ignites and there’s no going back. Those sweet little lips and all those filthy words. The blood hasleft my brain, and all sense of reasoning is gone. As fucked as it is, I’m taking this little princess. I can’t deny this any longer.
Chapter Seven
Emma
Nick lands his hand against my soaking panties, pressing his palm into my throbbing clit with a low growl in his throat. His gaze is intense, flattened on me with a concentration I’ve never experienced before. It’s dark, real, and ravenous, as though nothing is going to stand between us.
His cheeks are red, his shoulders are tense, and I’m afraid he might explode. Which is great, because that’s what I want. I want his big, gritty hands all over me. I want this long, thick cock filling me up.
No, it’s more than that.I need it.
“Princess,” he growls, “I can’t be gentle anymore.”
“So don’t be!” I whisper. “Wreck me. I want you to spread me wide, Nick.”
His gaze flares and he narrows the attention his hand is giving my clit. With two fingers, he rubs through my panties as I rock back and forth on his lap, grinding into his leg, riding his hand, unbuckling his jeans.
His finger slides my panties to the side, and in one swift motion, his work-worn fingers are deep inside of me, scrubbing at my walls, thrusting deep with a come-hither motion that makes my insides shiver.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls into my ear, spreading wet, hot heat against the nape of my neck.
“I’m yours,” I moan, aching for him to go deeper.