King Sized - Jessa Kane Page 0,17
fuck. Fuck. She is tight and hot. Ripe for a man. “I know you do, little girl.”
“Oh!” Her back arches, her eyes seemingly blind. Is my crude speech affecting her so much? Yes. Yes it is. And my pride over pleasing Britta is consuming, makes my temples pound.
But when I remove my fingers and dip my mouth between her legs to start licking, Britta’s fingers twist in my hair, stopping me from descending all the way. “No, I want you inside me,” she sobs.
My cock jerks painfully, demanding I bury it in her virgin pussy. To take take take until we’re both satisfied. Replete. There is nothing I want more in this world than to have Britta completely. Make love to her without restraint, without limits.
I’m held back by the fact that she’d regret it.
Maybe I haven’t even admitted it fully to myself, because the knowledge is painful. It makes my heart feel like it’s been dropped into a vat of acid. Yes, the future king could seek retribution against the man who deflowered his bride. Yes, I could be hanged. Yes, Britta might be ridiculed. That last possibility is the worst. Almost as bad, though, is knowing she doesn’t really want me to make love to her. She’s just confused, caught up in her recent grief, seeking human connection to deal with the pain. When the dark cloud finishes passing over, I won’t have her cringing over such a mistake. Giving her virginity to a hefty brute.
“No, Britta. No.”
Her disappointment is too much to bear. It very nearly breaks me. Drives me mad. Makes me want to tear out every strand of my fucking hair.
And I’m pushed even closer to the edge when she peels the slip off over her head, leaving the queen lusciously naked, her pale skin glowing among the blankets. The bed I made her. A beautiful virgin offering for the beast.
“I want to belong to you for one night. Completely.”
“You don’t,” I say thickly, unable to keep my eyes off the bounty in front of me. A feast fit for kings, not inconsequential guards. “You don’t really want that.”
“Don’t tell me what I want.” She sits up and presses her mouth to mine, giving me no choice but to kiss her ravenously, with every ounce of frustration and love inside of me. With every wild, anguished beat of my heart. And then her hand finds my erection, stroking it through my pants, cradling my balls, massaging them until I heave a curse, breaking the kiss.
“Britta,” I growl.
“I hereby order you to make love to me, Rexington Monroe,” she whispers.
And my tether snaps.
Britta
Ever since I learned about the mechanics of sexual congress between a man and a woman, I’ve always assumed it would be terribly awkward. Two barely acquainted people in a stuffy bedchamber just trying to get it over with. And if I allow Rex to bring me back to the palace tonight and marry a prince, that is exactly how my first time will be. I can’t allow that.
This whole evening has been one magical moment after another and I know—I know—it was all leading to this. This moment when Rex flattens me on the blankets, his mouth hungrily tasting mine, tongue desperate, his large, working man’s hands on my bare breasts. I am vulnerable to him. Naked. A virgin. And he’s going to have me.
I’m going to have him.
I’m going to collect this one incredible night and live off it for decades.
Or maybe not. Maybe there will be thousands of these nights, Rex loving me beneath the starry sky, his perfectly substantial weight bearing down on me.
Maybe…I’m being a little strategic.
If Rex and I make love, surely he won’t be able to let me go. Let me marry a prince.
What if Rex has been my prince all along? The eventual king who will rule beside me? There is no one more suited to the job. He is a giant among men. A fair-minded, hard-working, lion-hearted hero. The court will push back against the idea, but I will fight them. I will marry for love and protect the kingdom at the same time. Sure, we will be losing a potential alliance, but we will be gaining a man with a lion heart and great courage.
A stubborn one, as well.
Yes, stubborn.
So I can’t just come right out and ask him to be my king. I have to give him some time to come around to the idea. I have to make it impossible for him