Page 80 of Bossy Wicked Prince

My face heats. I’ve never done that before—nobody’s ever offered, and I’ve never asked. Plus, Nate makes me so much wetter than anyone else has. What if it’s too much? I don’t know what I’d do if I actually did sit on his face, and he asked me to get off because I was too wet or too heavy but I force the insecurities aside. Nate wouldn’t ask me if he didn’t really want me to, and he’s never done anything to make me feel bad about myself.

I settle my thighs around his shoulders, careful not to put too much weight on him. I don’t want to crush him.

But Nate grabs my hips and pulls my body down so I’m fully seated on his face. He moans against me as his tongue laps at my clit. He devours my pussy like a starving man, his nose and chin flush against my folds.

Any self-consciousness I felt evaporates as he feasts on me. He moans unashamedly, letting me know exactly how turned on he is. His lips close around my clit, and a bolt of desire explodes through me. Instinctively, I rock my hips against his mouth. Nate’s eyes open, and he looks at me with pure molten heat.

He wants me to ride him.

So that’s exactly what I do.

He licks and sucks at me while I chase what feels good. My hips rock against his mouth as we both find the right rhythm. Our bodies move together naturally, with Nate’s tongue meeting my pussy with every roll of my hips. I moan unabashedly, letting him know how much I love everything he’s doing.

“I’m close,” I moan. My thighs shake around his face, and I feel him shift me right before he plunges a finger into my core. The sudden intrusion pushes me over the edge, my orgasm erupting through me and making my vision go white. The worldceases to exist except for Nate’s hands on my hips and his mouth still working against me.

I’m still floating back down to earth as Nate repositions me so I’m lying underneath him. He cradles my face in his hands, gazing down at me like I’m his salvation.

“I need to be inside you, Kitten. Let me have you.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

The broad head of his cock pushes against my opening. He pushes gently, not fully entering me but letting my arousal trickle down on his shaft. Our eyes lock together, and I’m overwhelmed by the pure want I see in his.

We’ve been building toward this for so long, and now we’re right on the precipice. However things with Nate end, I’m going to remember this night forever.

I press my lips softly against his just as he pushes the wide head of cock inside me, stretching me to accommodate his girth.

“Color?” The question comes out a groan through his teeth and I know it’s taking everything in him to take this slow.

I love that I do that to him.

“Pink,” I breathe, wriggling my hips, trying to inch him in deeper.

My nails dig into his back muscles as I adjust to the invasion, my whole body feeling like it’s rearranging to fit him as he slips in inch by inch, giving tiny thrusts that send sparks into every one of my nerve endings.

It doesn’t just feel good to have him inside me once he’s all the way in. It feelslife-changing.

The pressure of him in my core makes my eyes roll back and as he flexes his hips against me, gaining another impossible inch, he finds where I bottom out, hitting a spot that’s so good I see stars.

I clutch at him, sucking air in through my teeth, my body alive with the feel of him so deep inside it.

He kisses me gently as my inner muscles relax. “Still pink, Kitten?”

I nod against his mouth with a whine, but he waits until I tilt my hips to grind my swollen clit against him to start moving.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, and I swear I see a flash of vulnerability in his eyes.

I nod and kiss the corner of his mouth. “It hurts so fucking good.”

His eyes widen. “Please.” I shift against him. “I need you to move. I need you to?—”

I don’t finish before he eases back, giving me the strong stroke of his cock that I crave.

“Yes.” The word is a growl on my lips. “Give me everything, Nate.”

He bares his teeth in feral pleasure, groaning as he snaps his hips forward, making me gasp. Then he’s pulling out a few inches before thrusting again,harder.

I inhale sharply as my pussy pulses around him. There’s nothing soft about the way he’s fucking me, but I love it. I want him to mark me. To claim me.