Page 11 of Accidentally Marrying the Prisoner
Oh, I do. I don’t think I could form another word of protest as Conradconcentrateson massaging my clit with his fingertips while curling his tongue inside me. He makes the sexiest moans of pleasure as if it was his dick plunging into me.
I gasp, and my toes curl as I almost tear my comforter to pieces when a tidal wave of heat flows through my body, my eyes rolling back in my head, my hips jerking up.
As soon as I slump, my body going lax, my head hazy with the afterglow of my climax, Conrad climbs up my body.
“You said you’d leave me alone,” I say hoarsely.
“I will, I will,” he says. “I promise. I just—fuck, you have no idea how badly I need you, princess.” He senses it when I tense, and there’s a wildly desperate edge to his voice when he begs, “Just a little bit. I won’t fuck you. I just need to cum, ok?”
I ask hesitantly, “How much is ‘a little’?”
Conrad drops his forehead onto my right shoulder as the fabric of his borrowed pajamas roughens my skin with each short thrust as he dry humps me. He groans deeply, the vibration traveling through my body, stirring more of my desire. “Just the tip.”
“What does that mean?”I know exactly what it means, but it’s so hot that I want to hear him say it.
He kisses my shoulder, and I wish my T-shirt weren’t in the way so I could feel his beard brushing across my back as it did my thighs.
“Just the tip, princess. Enough to feel how hot and wet you are, but I won’t go any deeper.”
I consider it. I crave sex and connection as much as the next person, and I’ve been stuck in a self-imposed dry spell long enough to have me throwing caution to the wind. Nervously, I say, “I don’t have any condoms.”
His shivers atop me, voice raspy. “I’ll pull out and cum on your back.”
“Is that safe? I won’t…won’t get pregnant?”
“Mmhmm,” he quickly agrees, the liar. He’s practically panting, perhaps sensing how close I am to giving in.
He doesn’t have to wait any longer, because I’m too far gone to care, too needy for a second orgasm. We aren’t a love match, but I can live with a lust match until we go our separate ways. “Ok,” I whisper. “If you’re sure.”
“Fuck, yes, princess. Thank you. Thank you!” He hurries to push down the pajamas that I’m sure were painfully tight against his erect cock, and we both gasp when he positions his thick crown at my entrance. “This won’t take long,” he warns in his deep, rumbly voice.
What is it about me having to learn my lessons the hard way? Because I immediately regret my decision when ‘just the tip’ splits me wide open, my pussy stretched to the limits around his girth. I should have at least taken a peek at his cock before agreeing to allow him to get anywhere near me.
“I know, I know. It’s big,” he says apologetically. “I’ll stop and wait until you’re ready.” He tugs my hair tie out, my long hair falling around my face until he combs it back with his fingertips in an effort to soothe me. “Take a deep breath.”
I do as he says, trying to breathe through the pain.
“Good girl,” he croons, bossy but attentive. “Again.”
In and out, I breathe in time with his direction until my muscles uncoil and my pussy relaxes. “I didn’t know you’d be so big.”
“You’ll learn to love it, princess, if you ever let me back in after this,” he says, turning my face up so he can kiss my temple tenderly, his voice lifted at the end like a question.
“Just the tip,” I remind him when he pulls out and pushes in a tiny bit deeper.
He hums his agreement, but after a few more shallow thrusts, his next is harder, splitting me deeper.
“Conrad?” I pant through the intrusion as I wiggle my hips with as much as my pussy aches. “Just the tip.”
“Yeah,” he says, his breath heavy on my brow as he drops his chest on my back. “I know.” But then he does it again.
“Conrad,” I say more firmly.
“Itisjust the tip.”
My lungs seize. “You’re lying.”
“I wish I were,” he says. “But, fuck, you’re taking it so well.” He holds my waist, blowing out a long breath when my pussy starts making a wet, sucking noise every time he pulls back. “Listen to that.” He groans, moving a little faster. “You’re so wet for me, you can take a little more.”
