Page 133 of Bossy Wicked Prince

The command is all I need. My orgasm crashes through me in world-shaking waves. Thank god his arm is tight around me, because my legs stop holding me up. I can’t believe how Nate can make me come with just his hands and his words.

“Fuck, you’re stunning. I could watch you come a thousand times, and it’d never be less enthralling.”

The praise warms me from the core. It’s not just a compliment, but a promise. That he’ll always feel this way about me.

I turn so I can kiss him, my hand going to his cock, stroking him from root to tip. I love how firm it feels in my hand.

“I can’t wait any longer, Kitten. Please, I need to be inside you.”

He takes my wrists and guides my hands to press against the tiled wall. He moves behind me and swipes his fingers through my arousal, using it to coat his cock with my slickness.

“Lean back.” His voice sounds strained, like he might break if I make him wait.

I lean against the wall and he guides my left leg so my foot is rested on the shower seat built into the wall, opening me up for him.

And then he’s there, his heat pressing all around me, the head of his cock hard against my entrance. I look down at where we’re joined, but a finger hooks beneath my jaw, pulling my attention upward.

“I want to watch you,” he whispers and I feel the insistent press of him as he bends his knees to angle himself into me. “I want to see every expression.” He drags a thumb over my lower lip. “Hear every sound.”

His stare never wavers as he slides into me, consuming my pleasure as I pant and whimper with every inch of him.

Nate only blinks once he’s seated in me fully and my face has gone slack from the perfection of his fullness.

“Mmm,” he grunts, tipping his head back. “You feel so tight.”

Instead of answering, I roll my hips against him, loving how his face pinches in exquisite pleasure. His hands shoot for my hips, gripping there with bruising fingers that tell me he’s already close just from pushing his cock into me.

And fuck if that doesn’t turn me on even more.

Nate grits his teeth and pulls out, slamming back into me with a grunt.

He repeats the movement, as if testing his limits, and I can see when he decides to abandon logic and take what he wants. Nate fucks me hard with short, ruthless strokes, gripping my hips to hold me in place while he roars his pleasure.

My feet start to slip and Nate grabs my hand, lifting it to a silver bar overhead. “Don’t let go,” he growls and then his hand moves so he can stroke my clit as he fucks me.

His fingers are clumsier than before, but I don’t need precision right now. The fire builds in my belly so fast, I barely have time to prepare. I gasp, my grip on the bar so hard I feel a muscle spasm in my arm as I come all over his cock.

My cry echoes in the shower and Nate is only a second behind me, his guttural groan of pleasure vibrating against me.

He buries his face in my neck as he comes into me.

Nate interweaves his fingers with mine against the tiles as he shudders through his orgasm.

Then his trembling hand is at my cheek again, the other pressing against my chest, feeling my heartbeat as it slows.

“Say it’s mine,” he says between pants, eyes searching again. Pleading.

“It’s yours.”

His forehead falls against mine. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

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NATE

When I open my eyes, my face is buried in a mass of curls so fluffy, I practically choke on them.

I can’t think of a better way to wake up.