Page 81 of Bossy Wicked Prince

“God,Kitten,” he says in a shuddering groan that makes me impossibly more turned on. “You feel so good.”

I bury my face in his neck as he picks up speed, pounding his cock into me. My sensitive clit pulses with every stroke and pleasure coils inside me as he makes no secret of enjoying the feel of me.

“Nate!”

“That’s it, Kitten, say my name. Let the world know how much you love this cock inside you.”

He fucks me harder.

“Nate!”

He grunts, getting off on my pleasure.

“It’s so good,” I croak. “So deep.”

I feel my orgasm start to build again, my back arching off the table. “Please.Yes.Please, Nate.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Kitten. I’m not stopping. Not a fucking chance. Let me see those pretty eyes roll.”

I moan, meeting his strokes with a tilt of my hips. There’s no trace of the cool, guarded man I first met in the elevator. He’s completely open, his desire and pleasure written in hard, shadowed lines all over his face. I cup it in my hands, drinking in the passion there.

Nate pushes himself up so he can look down at where we’re joined as he continues his merciless thrusts between my legs, each snap of his hips a wet slap that echoes in the room around us.

“Incredible,” he says softly. “You’re taking me so well, Kitten.”

The praise threatens to send me over the edge, like a cord being pulled taut. Any second, I’ll snap—and I want to take Nate with me.

“Oh god,” I whine. “I’m close. Come with me.”

His gray eyes are warm when he looks into mine. “You want that, my good girl? You want me to come in this pussy?”

“Yes!”

His gaze turns primal, eyes blazing hot despite the glacial color.

“Come inside me,” I gasp. “I want to feel it, Nate.”

He kisses me roughly, and I feel it in every inch of my body how my words have undone him. His thrusts turn frantic, finding a spot that’s even deeper, and I scream as my orgasm wrecks me.

“Fuck!”

I feel the burst of heat when he spills inside me, pushing my orgasm to new heights.

I’m just floating in the storm, breaking apart into a million scattering pieces. Maybe I’ll never come completely back together.

But as long as Nate keeps a piece of me, I don’t think I’ll mind.

Nate pulls me to him, holding me as he kisses my face and neck softly, making me feel safe and treasured as we pant, and he pulses inside of me.

I breathe in the scent of his skin and sigh, shivering as the last tremors of my orgasm fade.

I turn and press a kiss to Nate’s chest. “Would it be okay if I stayed the night?”

“I don’t know, Kitten,” he teases. “I’d be breaking another rule.”

I nuzzle up closer to him and bite my lip. “I’ll make it worth the rule you break.”

Nate chuckles. “Oh, Miss Daniels…it’s cute that you thought I’d actually let you leave. I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.”