my legs. He disappears for a second, his cock sliding out. The core of me pulses with need until that horrible emptiness is filled again, literally taking my breath away. He slams into me once, and my arms are thrown forward in an attempt to catch myself. He reaches underneath, pressing up on my clit as his cock thrusts. Oh God. All the right spots scream with ecstasy. Instead of slowly building up, I’m shoved to the edge.
Then it stops abruptly as he pulls out and yanks me upright. Dazed, I watch the world spin around, and then he pushes me back on the mattress. His body follows mine as my legs wrap around his athletic waist. There’s not an ounce of fat on his body.
“All those years, what did you do to get by?”
“Vibrators,” I say in a breathless voice.
He tsks. “There’s nothing like a real cock, is there?”
No, nothing.
Even the rabbit vibrator with all its settings and attachments could never replace the feeling of a real man’s cock.
He touches my face in a gentle gesture that is completely at odds with the swift thrust he gives me. I curl my fingers in his short hair as he crushes his lips against mine. He fucks me until I ache with pleasure, until my pussy throbs with the heat pounding through his cock. No, there’s nothing in the world that could replace the man gliding over my body.
I run my hands over his muscular back and grab his ass, urging him deeper. Liam’s weight falls over me as he tucks his head in my neck, gasping for breath. His voice rises in pitch, and I let go to clutch his damp neck. It’s hot to the touch, and he turns his head, silencing my moans with his lips. I cry out into them as my body tenses and then erupts. The glow of my orgasm rocks through me as Liam breaks from my kiss, screwing his eyes shut as his cock slams home. He cries out, and I feel his cock jump inside me and a surge of heat. His arms shudder for a few seconds, but he keeps fucking me. My skin tingles with pleasure as he traces the outline of my face. He watches me with a sleepy smile and lazily kisses me.
Damn that felt good.
It’s good even now, with the sparks of my orgasm fading. He pulls back just a little, as my lips still tingle with electricity.
I want him again.
He trails a finger down my spine. When he gets to the end, he palms my ass.
“You may not be much of a friend, but I like the benefits.” He laughs, but the comment stings a little, as though he’s telling me I’m only good for fucking. I shouldn’t be surprised, right? This is Prince Liam we’re talking about. He has the emotional range of a teaspoon, and though he might fuck like a god, he’s not my type.
Not even close.
I shift away from him.
“Where are you going?”
I glare at him. “To bed.”
“You’re in bed, silly.”
“We’re not sleeping together as per the arrangement.”
“I see how it is,” he calls after me as I stand and walk toward my guest room. “Just ride him and ditch him. Is that right?”
“Like you care!”
Six
Naughty Princess: Trying for Royal Baby?
Daisy
There’s nothing like being shoved into the same car as the person you were sort of forced to marry and who you also had casual sex with.
Liam watches me, taking up half the vehicle with his very presence. It’s hard to be in the same space with him; hell, it’s impossible to not look at him. I keep thinking of what he’s like naked.
“You used me for sex.”
I finally glance at him. His freshly shaven cheeks shine with moisture. A dark blue wool sweater stretches over his broad chest, and his khakis are a distinctly darker shade. His hair is swept to the side. The hot, preppy, boarding-school look is strong with him.
“Yeah. So? I bet you do one-night stands all the time.”
“Usually the girl wants what I have. You just wanted my cock.”
I shrug. “We went over this, and you didn’t seem to mind the terms.”
He rubs his thumb under his bottom lip in a gesture I decide is extremely hot. “I’m just not used to it, that’s all.”
Whatever. I don’t have the time to ease the insecurities of rich, white men.
“Where are we going?”
“Kirkenhaum. It’s the first stop of our honeymoon tour.”