11. Cora #2
“Please,” I manage to say. “Please. Do not leave me like this, I can’t—”
“Do you think I would leave you here on this wall? Perhaps you imagine I would tie you here so you could not get free. That would cause quite a bit of trouble, wouldn’t it? Or maybe to my bed. I could use you however I fucking wished.”
“I want—” I start and then question myself. I shut down all thought, instead desperate to be taken by him. To feel such pleasure that he promises.
“I need it, please,” I beg, my head spinning.
Prince Jasper looks over his shoulder, checking in both directions. “Of course you need it. But we must be quick.”
He lets go of my hands. They fall onto his shoulders, and I let them rest there while he shoves my skirts up to my waist. My fingers dig into his shoulders and I cling to him.
He holds my skirt up with his body while he rips open the laces of his trousers as quickly as he can, and his cock springs out.
It is so long and so thick that a shiver of fear goes through me even as my mouth waters.
Prince Jasper smirks cockily and kisses my neck once again and then whispers, “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle…at first.”
He grasps me under my bottom and lifts me off my feet, pressing my back harder against the wall. I gasp as he positions me. Once he has me lifted to the right angle, he moves in close and balances me with one arm while he searches out my opening.
His eyes stay focused on my face as he does, but a flicker of emotion passes through his eyes as he drags the tip through my folds for a few beats longer than truly necessary.
I roll my hips, trying to coat him with more of my arousal.
“Mmm, so fucking eager,” he murmurs in satisfaction, as if he has been waiting a long time to feel this. I pant from the heat of him and from the wall and from the sun above us, and at last he finds his angle and pulls me down on him.
I gasp at the heated sensation, half expecting another arrogant look from the prince but instead he grins with deep content and his lips part with an expression of reverence.
After a few slow thrusts he picks up his pace, glancing over his shoulder once as if remembering that we need to be quick so we don’t get caught.
“Hold tight to me, my little whore. If you fall while I’m fucking you, everyone will see what you’ve let me do to you. Your skirts will be filthy, and your face and your hair will be a mess. They’ll all talk about how you spread your thighs for me in the garden.”
Unable to catch my breath, I sink my teeth into my lower lip and then close my eyes as he fucks me. His thrust is ruthless. His lips are on mine with gentle nips and kisses as he fucks me ruthlessly, bringing me closer and closer to climax.
Then his hands are on my hips, as he thrusts up into me at the same time.
If I was not so filled with pleasure, I would be in awe of how he manages it.
I cannot imagine holding another person’s weight against a wall and fucking them at the same time.
I cannot fathom how he does it. But I cannot think of it for long, because the sensation is so different from being taken on my back or on my stomach in bed.
I can feel my own weight driving down on him.
The prince seems enthralled with it, too.
He does not take his eyes from mine, but his brow furrows as he thrusts.
It seems that every muscle in his body must be part of this task.
There is no part of him that is not concentrating on me.
It is the same for me. I keep my arms around his shoulders and do my best to let him control my hips. It is easier when I do so, but if I try, I can find enough of the rhythm to move them with him so that I slide down harder on his cock.
“Come for me, my little whore,” he murmurs, and he does not sound breathless.
He does not sound as if he is nearing the end of his strength at all, and that makes me tighten and get closer to my release.
I moan, my grip slipping from the headiness of the pleasure that rocks through me.
“That is not all you can give me. Let me see you come.”
I shake my head, my teeth still dug in my bottom lip to keep from crying out so loudly that we’re caught.
“A whore, refusing me?” he scolds, and I’ve never been hotter. With a shift in his stance, he slips deeper inside of me and I swear I nearly let the strangled cry out. My body caves inward as he fucks me harder and deeper than ever before.
“Please,” I beg, “I’m so close.”
“Come on my cock, Princess. Do as you’re fucking told.”
As he speaks, more pleasure builds. I will not be able to help myself soon, and that is too much. It is too much to decide for myself. There will be consequences if we let this go too far, and I already feel that we are nearly there, and real nerves threaten to stifle my orgasm.
“Don’t fret, little whore. I’m here.”
Then Prince Jasper covers my mouth with his hand, using his other arm to keep me braced.
I let out the sounds of my orgasm into his hand.
It seems to go on for quite some time, with many waves before it finally releases me.
Prince Jasper comes too, lifting his hips up and up so that he is as deep within me as he can be while we are upright.
Still inside me, he looks over his shoulder again.
He cannot be thinking he will make me come again.
Can he?
“Now we don’t have long at all,” he murmurs, and works his hand between my legs.
“Don’t hold back, or we’ll run out of time.
Think of how rough you like it, Princess.
Think of how much you love being my little whore.
That’s all you want to be, isn’t it? Then be a good little whore and come again for me. ”