Chapter 3
three
Elsa
“Are you sure about this, Princess? It’s not too late to leave.” Jack closes the hotel room door behind us.
I should be terrified. I’m alone in a hotel room with a stranger I met less than twenty minutes ago. But there’s something about Jack that makes me feel safe.
“Yes, I’m sure. I don’t want either of us to leave.” I barely recognize my own voice with how breathy it sounds.
“I’m not going anywhere unless it’s inside of you,” he growls, making my panties dampen.
“I’m going to make love to you until we’re both too tired and sore to move.
” He lunges for me, the door slamming shut behind him as his lips crash down on mine, giving me my first kiss and reminding me I have to tell him that little fact.
Placing my hands on his shoulders, I push back a little, putting some space between the two of us, “I-I’m a virgin.” I say in a rush to get the words out before I change my mind. “I thought you should know.”
A smile spreads across his handsome face, and I’m not sure what to make of it. “I’m a virgin, too, Princess. You’ll be my first, too.”
Is it wrong that I’m glad he calls me Princess, instead of Ember? The last thing I want is for him to call out her name while he’s making love to me.
“Make love to me, my Prince.”
“Anything for my Princess.” He takes my hand and leads me to the bed.
“I need you.” His hand skims up my legs, then grabs the hem of my dress, lifting it over my head and leaving me in just my matching pink bra and panties.
“Fuck, your panties are absolutely soaking wet.” He drops to his knees, parts my thighs, and lowers his face.
I gasp at the first touch of his tongue against my panties.
His tongue pushes the fabric aside, making room for his tongue on my naked pussy.
The first stroke of his tongue has my knees almost buckling.
He continues to swipe his tongue over my pussy until I’m a sobbing mess of need, “Please don’t stop.” I moan.
“Never.” He grunts, then takes my clit between his lips and sucks. I cry out, throwing my head back and nearly toppling us both onto the bed behind me. “Easy.” He guides me down onto the bed, shifting himself between my legs before diving back between my thighs.
He rubs his thumb around my entrance, teasing me before gently pushing it inside me while he continues to flick his tongue over my clit. My legs shake, and I explode, coming all over his face.
“Delicious.” He wipes the wetness from his face with the back of his hand, then slides my panties down my legs, slipping off my high heels and bra before standing and taking off his clothes until he’s standing naked in front of me.
His huge cock bounces off his muscular stomach, making my mouth water.
“Tell me you’re ready for me.” He positions himself on the bed until he’s hovering above me.
“I’m more than ready for you, Jack.” I inwardly curse myself for saying his name.
I’ve been trying so hard not to, so he won’t say the name I gave him while we’re doing this.
“Make me yours.” I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his lips down to mine in a long, deep kiss, hoping to erase any thought he has of calling me Ember.
He leans forward, pushing his thick shaft inside. I brace myself for the foreign sensation as he claims my virginity. We both gasp at the intrusion. Each inch of him slides deeper and deeper until he’s completely inside me. “So big.” I moan.
“Every inch was made for you.” His hips pull back, then push forward, showing me exactly how my body was made for his.
“More.” I wrap my arms around his neck, sliding my hands into his hair and pulling his mouth down to mine. His hips keep punishing me, pushing me closer to the edge with every thrust. “Oh,” I cry out, my walls tightening around his cock and intensifying the pleasure.
“That’s it, Princess. Come for your Prince.” My toes curl at his words, and my legs shake as I come, pulling him deeper inside me. “Good girl.” His voice is that of a man on the verge of losing control. “Such a good girl.” He thrusts his hips faster and harder, lost in pleasure.
“I’m coming.” He grabs my arms and pins them above my head as he comes inside of me.
Our bodies are tightly pressed together as we cling to each other in a desperate kiss.
He brushes my hair out of my face and rests his forehead against mine.
“That was incredible. You are incredible.” He rolls onto his side, taking me with him.
“You weren’t so bad yourself.” I snuggle deeper into his embrace.
We lie like that until sleep consumes us, only to wake up numerous times throughout the night, making love with the same intensity.
It isn’t until almost morning that we make love slowly, as if we have all the time in the world.
That makes sneaking out of his bed in the morning before he’s awake feel awful.
If I get a chance, I hope he forgives me someday.