Daenerys Targaryen fantasizes about rough, kinky sex and the thrill of getting caught in public. The last thing she needs is another boring, nice guy who's just as boring in the bedroom. Her next-door neighbor, Jon Snow, is the handsome, quiet type...
Dany woke up the following morning to Jon's handsome face gazing down at her. A hint of a smile teased his perfect lips as they lay in the bed of their hotel room, naked bodies entwined amidst the tangled sheets. He leaned in and kissed her softly, his fingertips caressing her cheek. "Good morning, gorgeous."
"Mmm, good morning," Dany murmured, her voice thick with sleep. She stole a quick glance to the digital clock on the nightstand and saw that it was well past noon. "Wow, I never wake up this late," she said with a yawn. "I must have been exhausted."
"Understandable," Jon said, his warm breath ghosting over her. "We had a rough night." He hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her in for another kiss. "You were amazing, by the way. I can't believe you went off on Catelyn like that!"
Dany giggled, the memory of the stunned, shocked expression on Catelyn's face filling her with glee. "The old bitch deserved it," she said with a triumphant smirk. "I couldn't stand the way she was talking about you...the way she treated you for all those years. Nobody deserves that."
"Thank you, baby," Jon said, running his fingers through her blonde tendrils. "No one has ever stood up for me like that before..." He trailed off, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth as he turned away. "Not even my own father."
"Hey," Dany said softly, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at her. "I will always stand up for you." She brushed her lips against his, drawing out a long sigh. "You're not alone anymore."
"What did I do to deserve you?" he husked, chestnut eyes full of love and devotion. He kissed the tip of her nose. "I'm the luckiest man on earth."
"I'm the lucky one," Dany cooed, the words humming down her throat and vibrating in her heart.
Soft, tender kisses soon turned deep, needy, and possessive as Jon rolled on top of her, his cock growing harder by the second. He stayed that way for several long seconds, his thick length pulsing against her hip while her body writhed and burned beneath him. And then he surged inside, stealing her breath away as he stroked in and out, stretching her deliciously.
"Christ, Dany," he rasped, "you feel so fucking good." He thrust harder, his hips angling for a deeper penetration that made her toes curl in ecstasy.
"Oh, God...yes...fuck me, Jon...yeah...right there," she chanted, digging her nails into his back as the bed squeaked beneath them.
Jon cursed under his breath then claimed her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers as he kissed her passionately.
"I love you," she whispered against his lips.
He paused for a moment and met her gaze, his eyes impossibly dark. "I love you, too, Dany." And then he started to move again, thrusting harder, faster, until stars were dancing behind her eyes.
"Yes," she cried. "More."
He reached between them, stroking her with his fingers while he pounded into her, and she shattered.
"Open your eyes," he said roughly. "I want to see you when I come."
She opened her eyes as her orgasm crested, her eyes meeting his. Jon thrust again, hard, then stiffened as he found his own release, muscles tense and face contorted with pleasure as he spilled inside of her.
He collapsed on the bed beside her, his heavy breathing mingling with hers. "Fuck. That was amazing."
Dany sighed contently as she nestled against him, enjoying the closeness between their glistening bodies. "It really was."
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