Being the crowned princess of Dahlia, Emmeline is all too aware that politics and love don't go together.
She's never had trouble keeping her heart locked up, but now things are changing.
Her best friends: the rugged guard, Ajax, and her charming a...
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E M M E L I N E ' S P. O. V
7 years later
"Yes, fuck, oh god, don't stop. Don't stop." My nails claw into his sweaty back as continues to pound into me.
I can feel an orgasm on the brink of rupture, as he holds my legs higher on his shoulders, bending them in a way limbs shouldn't be bent.
But it lets him slip inside of me deeper, touch me deeper.
My mind splinters, as his thumb brushes over my clit in a rubbing motion. I cum with a strangled moan, his hand suffocating my cries of pleasure.
At least one of us is being responsible in this moment. I can barely remember to breathe.
His thrusts become quicker, sloppier as he reaches his own edge, and with a guttural moan, he pulls out of me and cums all over my stomach. My pussy clenches at the emptiness I now feel, and the sight of him stroking his cock.
Meeting my gaze, he laughs, slicking back his longish hair, before slumping down next to me. "Wow." I murmur, grabbing the towel he passes me to clean myself.
"I told you I could make you come four times in twenty minutes." I slug his shoulder.
"Whatever, like you didn't practically pass out from that blowjob I gave you." He licks my cheek in realisation. "Ew, you fucker!"
"My, my, what foul language for a princess."
"I'm not a princess right now, I'm simply a horny woman." My finger trails up his chest, as I swing a leg around to straddle him.
I take in his boyish grin, the way his muscles flex as his arms fold beneath his head.
"Again?"
It's true my sex drive is insatiable at the minute. Thankfully, I have a fuck buddy who can keep up with me. Barely.
"Em," But a moan cuts him off, as I rub his cock into erection again. "Em," He yanks my hand away from his cock.
I pout. "Don't give me that look. I'm already late for duty."
"You do know I'm your boss, right?" I tilt my head to the side, biting my lip as I attempt to grab his cock again.
"Emmy, I can't." I sigh, giving in and climb off him. My nightgown is in a puddle on the floor from when he ripped it off me this morning.
I watch him dress, ignoring the way every flex of his muscles turns me on. "I can feel you staring." I throw a pillow at his head. He dodges, annoyingly, and shrugs on a shirt whilst I wrap myself in the dirty sheets. I'll take a shower when he leaves.
"Can you tell Mal to give me ten minutes?" Mal is my personal maid, who assists me with virtually everything, but showering, I think I can handle on my own.
