Page 113 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
“I want that sweet mouth on my cock, little fairy.” Ian’s voice was stern, demanding, his hand slipping under her chin, separating her from Dante so he could feed his cock past her lips. “Ah, that’s it. Suck me.”
His hand curled around the back of her head, holding her in place as he took charge, controlling the movements, flexing his hips forward, fucking her mouth while Dante fucked her pussy.
I knew this was a risk, me taking her like this. Here. With them. My need for her was irrational, had me losing control in a way nothing and no one ever had. But I wanted this for her, to give her the pleasure I knew she craved. I’d already warned my brother, told him to follow my lead without question. He had promised, ensuring me they would retreat if he saw the need for it.
I gripped Everly’s hip, guided my cock right where I wanted it.
It took tremendous restraint not to drive myself into her, to sate the ever-growing desire that never seemed to abate, no matter how many times I took her.
Her sweet moans fueled me, growing louder as her tight ass squeezed my cock.
Ian pulled out of her mouth, stroked himself as she cried out. Not from pain. This was frantic, a desperate need that I understood because I felt it inside me.
“Please … my Liege … fuck me. Oh, God … fuck me.”
I retreated, drove into her, harder this time, bottoming out, my hands gripping her hips firmly.
Knowing I would lose control soon enough, I nodded to Ian, signaling him to move. He guided Everly’s mouth back to his cock as I fucked her, Dante using my momentum to drive deep into her cunt. I could feel his cock against mine, which in itself drove me fucking crazy. I loved feeling him like this, deep inside the woman we loved.
Minutes felt like hours, the erotic pain taking over, the need to dominate, to control so great I could hardly breathe. It was always like this with Everly.
I focused on her pleasure, remembering this wasn’t about me. It was for her, only her. I fucked her, the combined grunts and groans echoing, her soft moans lingering in the room, until the air became too stifling, my body an inferno.
“Ian,” I growled. “Go.”
I wrapped my arms around Everly, pulling her back against my chest as my hips pumped, my cock driving into her ass even as Dante pulled out, rolled out from under her. When they were out of sight, nothing mattered. I ripped her blindfold off, held her tightly against me as her arms covered mine.
“My Liege … it’s too good.”
I growled in her ear, overcome by the insanity I only felt with her. I pushed her forward. She fell to the bed, propped up with her hands while my fingers dug into her hips, impaling her ass again and again as she writhed, moaned, took everything, begging for more. Her back bowed, hips lifted, that sweet ass rocking back, meeting every punishing thrust, and still I couldn’t get enough. It would never be enough.
“Fuck…” I hissed the word, my body catching fire, burning out of control, and my release threatened to overtake me.
“My Liege, please … come inside me. Let me feel you come.”
That did it. I drove into her once, twice. My body erupted, my cock pulsing as I spilled deep inside her ass.
As the air returned to my lungs, I came back to myself, knowing I had taken more than I’d given this time, and regret was a hot lump in my throat.
I pulled out, fell to my side, and pulled Everly to me. Her eyes were wild, her mouth tipped up in a smile, and still, I couldn’t understand it.
“Thank you, my Liege,” she whispered as she brushed her lips to mine. “This was the best birthday ever.”
I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her face to my chest, and let the emotion churn, willing it to abate. The crazed feeling was still there, the desire to possess her, own her. It was overwhelming.
When she lifted her head, looked into my eyes, I knew she could see it, the storm of emotion that threatened to level me.
Everly’s hands cupped my face. Her body shifted as she got closer, her lips pressing to mine. “I love you, Isaac. I love you with all that I am.”
I wasn’t sure how she knew I needed to hear it, but it soothed something inside me, had my breaths evening out.
“I’m not through with you yet,” I warned her. “We’ll shower. Then I’m going to take you slow, make love to you all fucking night long.”
“I’m looking forward to it, my Liege.”
It took effort, but I managed to get to my feet, lift her in my arms, and carry her into the room that was ours and ours alone. I padded into the bathroom, turned on the shower. Through sheer force of will, I soothed us both, cleaning the oil from her skin, washing us both, then carrying her to the bed that only she would sleep in with me.
