I never imagined the woman I’d fall in love with would be a princess, but here I am. Fucking whipped by a woman who looks like she stepped out of a fashion magazine, who drips in diamonds, and who keeps me coming back for more even when she’s being too fucking much for me to handle.
She’s a fucking badass princess, though.
Attitude might be her middle name, but fierce is her first, and fuck if that hasn’t grabbed my heart with some strong hands.
“Fuck, Mason,” she cries as she grinds her pussy down on my dick and grips my hair so hard she’s likely to pull it from my scalp. “I need it harder.”
She’s sitting in my lap, having planted herself there the second I arrived at her place after work. I’ve let her take charge. But if she wants it harder I’m gonna need her on her back so I can get the job done.
Taking hold of her, I shift her onto her back and spread her legs. Roughly, just how she likes it. Finding her eyes, I growl, “Tell me.”
Her lips curl up into the sexy smile I would fucking die for. “I love you, Mason Blaise.”
I thrust my dick inside her. “Yeah, baby, you fucking do.”
She wraps her legs around me and brings her arms up so she can hold on. “Don’t go easy on me.”
I pull out and slam in again. “Babe, when your cunt is this wet for me, there aren’t any plans to go easy.” Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to. From the very first time I fucked Chelsea, I haven’t been able to hold myself back.
Her fingernails dig into my skin as her pussy squeezes my dick.
Fucking hell.
This woman was made for my destruction. I’m fucking sure of that. It’s a good thing I made her mine; I wouldn’t survive the carnage if she wasn’t.
I keep my eyes firmly on hers while I fuck her how she asked me to.
And I don’t go easy.
By the time she comes, I’ve fucked her so damn roughly and thoroughly that she’ll find it hard to walk out of here tomorrow.
“I really do love you,” she says afterwards as I pull out and roll onto my back. “But I really love that dick of yours.”
I pull her close so she’s resting her head on my shoulder. “Your mouth is getting filthier every day.”
She brings her hand to my jaw and angles my face down so she can kiss me. “Are you saying you don’t like it filthy?”
“No, so long as I’m the only one who hears that filth.” It’s fucking crazy to me how possessive I am of Chelsea. I’ve never been like this with a woman before.
She kisses me again, slow and deep. I feel the smile teasing her lips. When her eyes meet mine again, I see the pleasure she feels over my possessiveness. “You know you’re the only one who’ll ever hear that filth.”
“Good. Keep it that way.”
We turn silent for a beat while she traces lazy patterns on my chest. “I hate that it took us so long to get together, but I also think we wouldn’t have worked before now. It feels like this is exactly how we were meant to be.”
Chelsea talks my ear off non-stop about the universe and manifesting and shit. She’s big on believing in the timing of life. Me, not so much. I’m more about forcing shit to happen, but I’ll listen to her talk about this for the rest of my life so long as it means she’s by my side.
“Why wouldn’t we have worked out before now?”
She shifts onto her stomach so she can look up at me. “I was a hot mess before. I know I drive you crazy sometimes, but if we’d met before I got myself together, I don’t think you would have stuck around for long.”
“The words ‘hot mess’ don’t belong anywhere near you, Mayfair. I think this is one of those times where the way you see yourself isn’t accurate.” I’ve never met a woman with her shit together as well as Chelsea has hers, but every now and then she shows me her self-doubt, and it’s always over something she shouldn’t doubt about herself.
She smiles. “No, I really would have driven you away. I was needy and jealous in relationships, and unable to manage those feelings. With you, I’m better at it.”
I arch a brow. “Really?”
She smacks me. “Shut up. And trust me, I’m much better now.”