Page 64 of The Princess and the P.I.

“Maurice.” She barely got his name out before he was on top of her again, clamping down on one of her breasts, suckling her with his mouth and palming and kneading her with his other hand.

He had been holding back such passion, and now it washed over her and threatened to drown them both.

She loved the way her breasts spilled out of his hands and how her skin rippled and puckered between his fingers when he grabbed it.

It made her feel like she was enough for him.

His mouth slid over hers so tenderly she sighed into it. He deepened the kiss, and she spread open like a palm.

“Just do that all night long, baby girl. Open for me. Take all of me.”

“How do I learn what you like?”

He guided her again to his swollen cock, so hot and pulsing in her hands. “There will be signs.”

He kissed her again, rising on top of her, and Fiona began to tremble. He tapped on her clit with his heavy dick, wetting it with his pre-cum. Her hips arched off the bed in desperate, slow circles.

“Maurice, I want it. P-please,” Fiona stammered as his hips rolled against hers, sending a white-hot jolt of pleasure straight through her.

“You have it, Fi,” he murmured against her lips. “Every damn inch of me.”

Each hip flex she made pushed him deeper against her wet clit, and he groaned in dark delight at her movements. He pulled away to guide the head of his cock to her tight slit. Now, her breathing became a labor. She was shaking with need for him.

“Say the safe word, Kitty Cat, if I’m pushing too hard,” he murmured.

The velvet-tongue texture of the layer of soft peony petals licked her skin as he worked the pulsing head of his cock through her folds.

That pirate smile again. “Breathe,” he said.

Looming over her in the darkness, Maurice looked like a dark angel himself, not the kind that saves but the kind that avenges, that takes.

He pushed into her, thick, wet, and throbbing—cutting her off mid-moan. At the same time, he pinched her nipples. The dizzying combination of pain and pleasure made her cry out.

It was a burning stretch, and she and Maurice groaned in unison as his dick slid in farther, deeper.

His eyes on hers as he pushed inside of her until she was stuffed, until she was sure there was not even room inside her for her own breath.

He kissed her again, taking her mind off the stinging fullness of him. She was so sopping wet, he should have fallen in, but still, there was tight resistance.

“Oh.” Fiona flipped her hands and covered her mouth. He was so hard and thick, and any searing, stretching pain she felt was intermingled with desire and gasping anticipation.

“I know, I know,” he cooed. “That’s not nice of me, is it? Pushing this big dick inside of this tight little…” He pushed deeper. “Just let me work it in.”

He gripped her hips and pulled out.

“No, I like—I love, I…” She thought he was done or stopping, but he drove back into her hard enough to send her full breast slapping into her chin.

“Pussy’s like a fist, Fi…” Maurice said, rocking himself into her.

He drew himself out again, slightly shaking.

“Fuck…you can take a few more inches, can’t you?

” He drove in again, finally bottoming out in one wet slide.

The fullness of him made her gasp. It was both a shock and a release.

He slipped through her tightness with a wet sucking sound, and there was a pause—almost reverence in the moment of destruction and delight.

He looked down at her and murmured, “You are so beautiful.” He grunted at the wet slap of their skin.

“Is that a new feeling, Fi? Full of me? Full of Maurice?” He brushed the petals over her nipples.

“So generous girl, fuck, give it all to me.”

His mouth closed around her breast again, tongue lapping at the hardened peak.

She closed her eyes, and he touched his forehead to hers. Moving inside of her like a greased piston. “Aaah, you feel so good. I won’t hurt you again, Fi. I promise.” He grabbed her hips and crushed her onto him.

“I’m the only one.” He thrust harder now, making hot, wet, gushing sounds that would have embarrassed her if she had any shame left.

He made slow, teasing, agonizing strokes, then quick hot pumps that made her seize so hard she struggled to breathe. Fiona pulled his neck down and devoured his mouth, meeting his thrusts. “Maurice, it’s…so…” She didn’t know what she meant to say, but her words failed at every pulse.

“ Shhh . I know, Kitty Cat, but you’re doing so good. You’re taking so much dick. This is what it’s like, Fiona.”

Maurice was taking what he wanted now in deep, greedy digs.

She rose again to meet him with abandon, now chasing what she wanted.

He covered her completely with his body, driving deeper than she thought possible.

She had a cramp in her hip, but she ground her clit into him anyway, their sweaty bodies slick. Oh god, something was happening. She was breaking apart.

“Maurice!” She grasped at his slippery back for purchase. She was definitely falling.

She hadn’t gotten out a complete sentence in years. Adrenaline, desire, excitement, and a little bit of fear coiled like a spring in her belly.

He rocked his hips into her. He made a filthy-sounding little wet grunt and pumped harder, spreading her wide.

His jerks were starting to lose rhythm. Her muscles screamed, and she was sure she had sprained something trying to meet his pulsing, powerful strokes.

“Hot…tight…let me…take it.” His voice—strangled and staccato.

His words had lost all sense. The suckling and thrusting and wet, hot friction was all just too much.

He felt godlike driving inside of her, so powerful, so thick and dominant.

She was no match for him. Maybe soon, she would match his expertise, and she would give as good as she got.

But tonight, all his attention, power, love, and furious passion was for her, and her heart was open.

She gave way like a levy. Fiona’s back arched high off the bed like she was possessed.

The orgasm shook her, and she thought she was done, but Maurice continued to pound into her, whispering filthy, desperate nothings in her ear.

“Oh, Fiona I’m going to come inside of you.

I’m coming inside.” Fiona felt the crest of another wave.

A bloom unfurled inside of her—violent in its tenderness, earth-shattering and radiating from her core outward.

She was sure even the whites of her eyes were filled with the blushed pink of uncontainable, perfect, and unbearable pleasure.

He thrust deep and held himself inside her. His dick pulsed like they were sharing a heartbeat. And her world went fuzzy. Maurice’s head fell over hers. His gold chain cool on her chin.

He released into her, filling her and spilling out onto the sheets.

Everything felt so still. Her tendons felt like noodles.

Maurice had loved her boneless.

Something in her was waiting for the devil to drag her right down to the fiery gates of hell. Fiona was sure nothing that felt like this could get you into heaven.