Page 10 of Accidentally Marrying the Prisoner
FOUR
MIRABETH
Caught between fight or flight, I involuntarily go with a third option: freeze. “Why?” I ask, unable to make my body cooperate enough to flee to the bathroom, my heart hammering at the intensity of Conrad’s voice.
“If you move, I’ll be on you so fast it’ll make your head spin.” He groans, and my body lists to the side as he shifts closer to me on the bed. “And mine.”
By a fraction, I twist my head, my breath stuttering to see Conrad sitting on his knees, his hands fisted at his sides. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” he says, eyes locked somewhere on my backside in the teal light. “Yet.”
Oh god, that sounded ominous. And that’s what breaks my frozen spell, kicking me into flight mode. I try to lunge forward off the bed.
“I said, don’t move!” Suddenly, his breath is hot on my neck, his knees caging me in. His presence as he hovers above me pins me down as much as his big hand does when he presses firmlyon my lower back. “Why can’t you just be a good girl and do what I say? Why is it always a fight with you?”
Flight finally gives way to the fight option, but to my horror, it’s only through my words, not my actions. “Because I don’t know you! And I’m a grown woman. I don’t have to listen to what you say!”
“You’re gonna know me soon enough.” Keeping his hand in place, he takes a drawn-out, deep breath, his chest rumbling like an animal. He skims his nose down my spine, mumbling something I can’t quite make out, moving lower and lower until, like a freak, he nuzzles his nose against my panties. “These fucking boy shorts,” he says. “I knew I should have picked something else for you to wear, but I thought they’d be hidden beneath your pajamas so I wouldn’t have to see them.” His breath fans lower across the backs of my upper thighs. “Just knowing you were wearing them was supposed to be enough for me.”
“Enough…” I pant as he drags his nose up and down between my asscheeks. “Enough for what?” I ask with the immediate urge to squeeze my thighs together against the ticklish sensation of his surprisingly soft beard rasping along my bare skin.
He shakes his head back and forth and doesn’t answer.
Still hanging off the bed, one hand braced on the carpet, blood rushes to my head, making it pound and swim. “I’m going to pass out if you don’t let me get up.”
Conrad grips my hips, and he yanks me backward, my T-shirt unintentionally wrenched upward. “Fuck me, princess.” Pushing his knees between my legs to kneel, he squeezes my hips and lifts them slightly off the bed as something wholly different from his nose rubs along my backside. “I told myself I’d keep my dick to myself.”
“Good! Keep doing that,” I squeal, balling the comforter in my hands, even as my body responds against my will, a pulsing, warm sensation gathering in my lower belly as he grinds harder.
“Yeah?” he asks with surprise, pushing me forward and yanking my ass back against his lap as if we’re having sex. “You like that?”
Huh?“I meant keep telling yourself you’ll keep your dick in your pants…not…not keep…humping me!”
“Fine.” His hands disappear as he shuffles backward so I’m no longer pinned.
I breathe a sigh of relief that it’s over.
I shouldn’t have.
Because Conrad suddenly yanks my panties down my thighs. Before my mind can process what’s happening, he circles an arm around my waist and shoves two pillows beneath my hips so I’m head down and ass up. Then his tongue is there, buried between my legs from behind, with my panties no longer in the way.
“Conrad! You can’t?—”
He grips the backs of my thighs, breathing hard against my center afterlicking melike I’m his favorite dessert. “You taste so good, princess, and it’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman. I’m fucking starved. Be a good girl and let me worship your pussy until you cum. I’ll leave you alone after that.”
Oh, well in that case…“No!” I say, even as I rock backward into his face like a wanton creature. It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched by a man, too, let alone by one as sexy as Conrad.
His tongue plunges inside me when I rock backward a second time, his fingers digging deliciously into my flesh. “That’s it, princess. Fuck my tongue.”
I moan, rocking back harder. “We can’t…can’t be doing this.” As embarrassing as it is knowing that my asscheeks are clapping against his face, I can’t stop. “We just met!” And also, he’s a hugedick. A hot one, though, who knows how to use his tongue just right, so there’s that.
“Doesn’t matter.” He digs his fingers deeper into my thighs, pulling them apart enough that he can slip a hand between them and find my clit. “We’re married.”
I kinda forgot that part.
“That doesn’t mean?—”
“Yes, it does,” he says, half moaning as he laps at me. “Now be a good girl and shut up so I can concentrate on making you cum all over my tongue.”
