Page 85 of Stolen Princess

He fucks me with the handle, getting me closer, building me up. Involuntarily, I move harder, my hips rock faster, and my thighs need to close. He pushes it in and out of me, counterbalancing my own movements. He holds me open with his other hand and uses his tongue on my clit. And when he starts twisting the knife, I lose my mind.

“Holy hell!”

“Be as loud as you want to be, princess. It’s just us out here. Let me hear you scream.”

I’m going to cut myself. I know I am.

But I can’t hold off.

“More,” I manage. It’s building and building.

“Like this?” He starts to pound it into me, his fist covering the top of the handle, and it hits my pussy with every pound and rubs my clit.

“Ferrin,” I plead as he twists his wrists and massages the smooth edge along my front wall. Holy fuck. My eyes roll back. Especially when he rubs that part of me faster and faster while working my clit.

“I’ve got you. Come on, baby. Come for me. I want you to come all over my knife. It’s okay to be afraid. It’ll make it better.”

I don’t have a choice. My orgasm bursts through me, and because of that fear, I don’t close my legs. I don’t writhe or undulate or let loose. I force myself to stay still, and with no way to ebb or control it, the pleasure is overwhelming. I scream, needing to thrash, but unable to. The knife is inside me, the blade between my legs, and holy shit, what the fuck am I doing and why am I coming like this?

“Ah!” I scream louder when he sucks on my clit. “Stop. I can’t take it.”

“You can,” he tells me. “You’re doing such a good job. Look at you. So fucking beautiful.”

“Please!”

“Your pussy is gushing.” There’s awe in his voice as his finger comes in and swirls around the knife, around my opening.

My orgasm goes on and on until my tense muscles finally relax. The knife is pulled from me, and I sink into the sand, shaking uncontrollably as my fear and adrenaline ebb. I’m lifted out of the sand and placed on his lap, straddling him. My head goes to his neck, and he holds me, kissing my hair and temple.

He shifts me until I feel his cock at my opening. I grip the back of his hair and shoulder blade and whimper as he thrusts straight up into me.

“My fierce girl,” he says, his voice wild and raw. “That was the sexiest thing ever. You feel this? You feel how hard you make me?”

He pumps into me, and I rock against him, finally able to move. It’s an inexplicable relief. The feel of him inside of me, holding me, makes me hot. His thrusts quickly turn uncontained. Uncontrolled.

“You’re so sweet.” His fingers glide along my cheek, encouraging me, urging me on. “Come on. Take me deeper. Open your cunt for me.” He licks the shell of my ear. “Take me harder, princess. Fuck me like you fucked my knife. Be ruthless. Yeah,” he groans as I dip my knees into sand and ride him hard and fast. “Fuck yes, that’s it. So good. Be my good little whore and fuck me dirty.”

My eyes pinch shut, and I swallow hard as I bounce on him, gripping his shoulders and losing myself.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating by my ear. “My sweet, perfect princess likes it dirty.” It’s not a question, but I nod all the same. “Fuck, princess. Fuck me and show me how dirty you want it.”

I rise and slam down onto him. We moan together, and he grabs my ass, splitting my cheeks, and fucks me up and down on his dick. His hips move, pounding into me, a constant slap of skin against skin. He wraps his fist around my braid and uses it to control my head and mouth. Teasing me with kisses and playful nips.

I hum, my eyes opening to his as he stares intently at me.

“I love fucking you,” he whispers against my jaw, his teeth biting into me. “I had you last night, then I ate you this morning, but all I’ve been able to think about is your tight, hot cunt and how good it feels when I have you wrapped around me.”

He tugs my hair just as his cock pummels straight into the hilt. I whimper and arch. My knees hike up, my feet press into the sand, and I spread wide to accommodate him. He pumps, his hips moving like the waves as he drives into me. Over and over, in and out, he fucks me while his eyes show no mercy or signs of easing up.

Sand is everywhere, all over us, rubbing my skin raw.

“I’m going to come inside you again,” he tells me. It’s not a warning, and like everything else with him, he’s not asking for permission either. We’re too wild to be slowed. Too out of control. Fucking with pure primal passion.

“Ferrin. Fuck.”

My orgasm explodes through me, and I ride it out, letting him fuck me, fucking him in return as best I can while I cling to him. Never wanting to let go. He comes inside me on a roar, filling me up as he did last night, and my heart can barely take it. I’ll never have something like this again with anyone else.

And I have no clue what to do about that when keeping him isn’t an option.