Club Princess - Nicole James Page 0,37
me. And God help me, I want him to do every one of them.
All he has to do is look at me, and I’m lost. He owns me. Completely. Totally. His.
We crash together, our mouths eager, desperate, obsessed. He backs me to the bed and we fall, rolling, and fighting for dominance. He gives it to me, and falls to his back. I straddle him, pushing up with my hands and pulling my shirt off, then my bra. I put my hands on his abs and undulate against him, two pairs of jeans in our way, but it still turns me on.
His hands lift to unfasten mine, and then he rolls me to tug them down my hips, pulling my boots off with them. I kick my feet, helping him.
He stands and strips, and then we’re both naked, our hot skin pressed together. He rolls again, and I’m on top.
“Ride me,” he orders, and I push up. His hands on my waist, he lifts me and brings me down on his hard cock, his hips bucking up.
I ride him, like he wants, slow at first, then faster. His eyes zero in on my breasts.
“I love to watch your tits bounce, baby doll. So fucking hot.”
I grin, and lean over him until he can reach one with his mouth, capturing the nipple and sucking deep. I moan, coating his dick in another rush of wetness.
He feels it, and moves his mouth to the other nipple, latching tight.
I moan again, loving it.
His palm cracks against my ass; reminding me I’ve slowed down. “Faster, darlin’.”
I buck, and his hands tighten around my hips holding me tight against him as he powers up into me with pounding thrusts. After a few minutes, he shifts us; dragging me to the edge of the bed, and positioning me on my knees, my cheek pressed to the bedspread.
“Stretch your arms out, tits to the mattress.”
I do as he says, and it arches my back with my ass and pussy thrust up high.
His hands move up my thighs and over my ass. Then his fingers find my pussy lips. “So wet, so ready for me,” he says, his voice low. He plays with me, circling the opening, teasing me.
I whimper, need coursing through my taught body. “Please,” I moan.
One big warm palm moves over my ass and down my spine while the fingers of his other hand dip inside me, then withdraw.
“I want to play,” he replies. “And you’re going to be a good girl and let me for as long as I please, right?”
I nod my head, thrusting back against his hand.
“You’ve got my dick good and hard, Lola.”
I turn my head, and see him holding his throbbing shaft, pre-cum dripping from the slit.
“You want this, baby?”
I nod again. “Please.”
He swirls the head around my entrance, spreading my wetness all over, and making circles around my clit until I’m ready to scream with need.
“Please, Memphis. Give it to me.”
He plunges inside me, and I gasp. At this angle, he finds my g-spot with the head of his dick, stroking over it with every thrust. He takes his agonizing time, drawing in and out slowly, building the pressure inside me until all I can think about is getting relief. I want to come so badly.
Like he can read my mind, he growls, “Tell me what you want.”
“To come. I want to come.”
“What’s the magic word?”
I smile. “Please, baby.”
His fingers find my clit, and he amps up his thrusts pushing deep and hard. One forearm locks around my hips, pinning me still as he strokes my clit faster and faster, all the while that magic dick of his drives into my g-spot until I scream, my orgasm hitting hard and fast.
Once I come, long and hard, coating his dick, he glides me through it until I float back to reality. He grabs my hips in his hands and pounds into me until he, too, explodes in ecstasy, shouting my name.
After a long minute, his arm locks around my waist, and he drags my limp body up the bed to collapse in exhaustion. Once our breathing settles, Memphis tucks me to his side, and I cuddle up against him, my head on his chest.
He strokes my back.
I press a kiss to his skin. “That was amazing.”
“Fucking phenomenal,” he replies, smacking my ass.
I trace his tattoos with the tip of my finger. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Tell me how you ended up in the group home they put you in.”
He covers