THE PRINCESS IS A GOOD GIRL

FIFTY SHADES OF ROMANCE - HOT PINK

Being with someone who hurt you before is hard.

I didn't realise it would be this hard but, we both want it to work.

Maybe I'm still naive but I think that's the most important.

I was sat on the kitchen counter watching Kenan wash the dishes. It was a work of art to see how his back muscles filled out his t-shirt. I had been caught so many times just looking at him.

He's always been handsome.

He was only going to be here for a few more days but we had been spending a lot of time together.

There was yet to be a discussion on moving, long distance - pretty much how this was going to work.

I was distracted by the sound a phone notification. At first I thought it was mine but it was Kenan's.

It made me annoyed that a girl's name popped up on his instagram notifications. It just reminded me of how he used to always have girls.

"Why is your face like that?"

"What do you mean? This is the only face I have," I replied putting his phone down. It's not like I have the password.

Seeing her there is just going to irritate me more.

"But usually the only face you have is happier," he joked looking between his phone and me. "Did I get a text?"

"Yeah, from some girl on instagram."

"Ah, I see," he murmured picking up his phone. He raised an eyebrow not really replying to the message. "Anyways, you want to go for dinner? I can go home and change then we can go somewhere nice."

"Kenan stop playing with me."

"About what?"

"There's a girl texting you," I pouted crossing my arms. "Hello! I want to talk about this."

"It's a random girl," he laughed pinching my cheek. "I haven't dealt with a random thot since Harvard. I'm not even on any of that."

"Show me."

"Okay but after I show you, you better go get ready for dinner. I'm hungry for real. Your birthday is my passcode by the way."

Kenan slid over his phone and I tried tapping my birth date. I glared at him when it didn't work because how could he not know my birthday?!

"Your real birthdate - we agreed that you'd be the younger one out of us two, remember?"

And that made my heart swell. When we were younger I used to hate that I was older than him. It was on us thing to celebrate my birthday on my due date. I didn't want to make my parents feel bad but I hated that I was older than the guy I liked.

Just immature things.

"I didn't think you remembered things like that," I blushed unlocking his phone. I didn't trust myself to look at him right now without swooning.

The profile wasn't even someone he was friends with. It was just a random message request and that made me feel calmer. He had a lot of girls just on his message request box that weren't replied to.

Kenan sat next to me completely unbothered as I went through his social media. I even took the opportunity to go through his messages but he didn't flinch.

"There's nothing here..."

"I've told you that twenty minutes ago," he laughed with an air of smugness. "I'm not out here being a thot anymore. I am delivered."

"What does that even mean," I asked completely confused.

"Sometimes I forget you were raised here - don't worry baby, I'm going to get you up to speed."

He kissed my cheek before testing the water and kissing my lips. "I only want you. I told you that and I meant it. I love you."

"Okay," I breathed out gently. "I just felt insecure for a moment."

"Until you trust me, I'll do whatever you want to do. I don't care if you go through my phone, if you need hourly updates- I have nothing to hide."

"Kenan, I do love you too," I admitted kissing his lips. "I just think- I just need you to work with me sometimes."

"I know princess ," he nodded kissing my forehead. "I'm fully committed to that."

"Okay," I smiled leaning up to kiss him again. I never realised I was such a fan of physical contact. "I want to eat somewhere expensive."

"Are you trying to make me broke or something?"

"Well I have money too, I can just be your sugar momma," I laughed as he pulled me closer by my waist.

"Give me something sweet then."

"Wait, are we still talking about the food and me giving you money?"

"Yeah," he smiled kissing my neck. "I still want sugar and I want to be feed."

"I feel like we're talking about different things..."

"Let's get on the same page then baby,"

Kenan's finger slipped underneath my shorts rubbing me in between my folds. I felt so sensitive... it had been like years since I had been touched in this way.

There were guys lining up to get my attention but I just didn't want to.

"W-wait," I gasped as his finger slid in.

"You still feel this good... what did you do to feel like this pretty girl?"

I tried to answer but my mind was completely blank. I could just focus on Kenan's lips on my neck and the way his fingers slid in and out of me.

"Kenan," I breathed, "I'm going to pe-"

"You know better," he laughed slightly kissing me. "You know what I want you to do, right? Because you're a good girl."

I breathed in deeply as he quickened his pace holding on to his arms. It didn't take long before I cummed right on his fingers. Kenan praised me laying gently kisses all over my face.

"You're so good," he smiled licking his fingers. "You taste really sweet too."

"Kenan! Don't lick that..."

"I wonder what your reaction will be when I eat that booty like groceries."