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I kiss along her shoulder and up the nape of neck.

“Come Princess, come all over my dick.” I bite at the sensitive part of her neck, and she cries out her pussy clings to my cock.

“That’s it, Princess, come apart for me. Milk my cock.”

Together, we circle her clit. Her fingers get faster, adding more pressure with each pass. The muscles of her cunt start to ripple along my cock, trying to suck me deeper. I shoo her fingers away, and as soon as I get access to her clit, I pinch, and roll it between my fingers.

“Be my good girl, Princess. Come for me. Now.” I once again bite the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She screams from the pain that triggers her orgasm. Her body tenses as her cunt spasms around my cock. Her cum coats me, and drips down to my balls, which are drawing up, and the base of my spine tingles. She relaxes in my hold. I lay us back down, still fucking her. Thrusting in and out. My orgasm is painfully close.

“Fuck!” I pull out of her spasming body and roughly pull at my cock. My cum spurts on her back. She barely reacts, still trying to catch her breath.

Once my cock is drained, I fall to my side. Looking at her, we’re both sated, panting and when our gazes lock, we lazily smile at one another. Kissing her shoulder, I tell her to wait here. I wet a cloth with warm water. When I enter my room, she’s asleep. I clean her up and then position her so she’s laying properly in bed, I crawl in next to her.

I pull her to myself, letting her body mould to mine. And this is how we sleep.

Chapter Twenty-Three

MORGAN

When I wake up the next morning, I’m feeling sated, albeit a little tender. Rhys is something else. I guess that chick chanting his name kind of makes sense now.

The scent of coffee comes in under the door, calling me like a siren.

Just as I’m about to get up, the door opens, and there, in low slung jeans that have the button and zip open, is a shirtless Rhys holding a mug of coffee.

I don’t know what I want more: him or the coffee.

“Eyes up here, Princess.” And that’s when I realise, I was staring at his cock. I find that I’m not sorry about it. “Coffee.”

I accept the mug with thanks. He goes back to leaning on the door frame. Watching me as I bring the mug to my lips, blowing on the hot liquid. I take a sip and hum when the warm liquid runs over my tongue.

“Don’t hum like that.”

I look up at him through my lashes, smirk behind my mug, and hum. He closes the distance, plucks the coffeefrom my hand, sets it on the side table, grabs my legs and swings to the edge. I giggle when he steps between them. But the giggle cuts off and turns into a moan when his fingers graze along my sensitive clit.

“Always so responsive.”

And with that, his cock is buried in my pussy. Now this is the perfect way to start the day.

“This is going to be quick.”

I nod like a fucking bobble head. His thrusts are ruthless, fast and hard, his piercing’s sparking every nerve. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, biting down before freeing it. I scream out in ecstasy, as he repeats the action on my other nipple. Who would have thought I like a little pain with my pleasure?

My muscles start to spasm.

“Already so close.”

“You’re the one who said quick.”

Grabbing my legs, he throws them over his shoulder, getting even deeper with the new angle. He holds onto my thighs, as his cock slides in and out of my clinging body. I circle my clit and cry out as he pulls an orgasm from me.

“Fuck.” He quickly removes himself and fucks his hand, his cum spurting out onto my pussy. “I like the way my cum looks on you, Princess.”

“Bet you say that to all the girls.”

It’s meant to be funny, but I think it comes across that I’m jealous, but Rhys doesn’t seem to pick up on that, because he simply replies with,

“You’re the only one I’ve fucked without a condom.”