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I want to you,” she teased. Her palms were pressed into the mattress on either side of his chest, her knees on either side of his hips. He detected the faint scent of her arousal. She was wet; her little sex play was exciting her.
    He looked down and took a moment to admire her pretty breasts. Her nipples were hard, looking like two tempting berries he just had to taste.
    “Put one of your nipples in my mouth.” To toy with her, he purposely worded the phrase as a command.
    A slight frown pulled her delicate brows together. She was clearly dismayed over his lack of submissiveness. “You are in no position to dictate—”
    “The left one. I’ll start with that.”
    “I don’t think you understand. You’re tied up . . .”
    Angling his head, he bent his knees, the tops of his thighs bumping her soft bottom, sending her body forward—one tasty teat landing in his ready mouth.
    He sucked. She gasped sharply. Tristan snapped the knots binding his wrists, wrapped his arms around her to hold her still, and drove his cock up into her warm dewy sheath. She gave a cry. He groaned. The quick movement had sent a jolt of pain down his leg, but it was a small price to pay in comparison to the pleasure of being back inside her hot tight cunt. He’d had her most of last night, yet he wanted her again with untamed intensity.
    “I hope you don’t mind,” he said. “But I noticed there were parts of your anatomy that were awake and looking for attention.” Tristan bit and laved her nipple while giving her long luscious strokes with his shaft, building her slowly and steadily into a frenzy. She shivered, seductive sounds escaping her with each soft pant. He couldn’t believe he’d ever thought this woman was a tease. She was sensual, passionate, a woman who enjoyed sex as much as he did. Yet she was more than just a good tumble.
    She rocked her hips, trying to dictate the pace, to quicken the tempo, unable to contain the urge. He easily thwarted her efforts, his tight embrace holding her still as he drove in deep with deliberate thrusts. She made a sound at the back of her throat, and slumped slightly against him, her body completely yielding to his possession; all attempts at control had slipped away from her.
    Her surrender drove him wild, made him fuck her harder. Faster. Arching to him, she mewed loudly.
    He loved fucking her.
    He loved having this alluring willful fiery woman completely abandon herself to him.
    Though bedding the King’s most cherished daughter wasn’t the wisest thing he’d ever done, he couldn’t seem to muster any regret.
    Releasing her wet distended nipple from his mouth, he lightly pinched and rolled it as he turned to her other breast and suckled its sensitive tip.
    His name rushed past her lips on a ragged breath. She tightened her juicy walls around his thrusting cock, bathing it with a fresh gush of warm cream. It inflamed him further. His heart hammered. His sac was so tight and full, he could barely hold on to the load of come.
    A light sheen of perspiration coated their bodies. Tristan released her nipples and rolled her onto her back, the force of each solid plunge of his prick driving her into the mattress. He claimed her soft mouth in a ravenous kiss, shoving his tongue past her lips. Her arms encircled him, an endearing embrace, and she shuddered.
    She was beginning to come. He could tell by the sweet sting of her nails on his back, the pulling of her cunt, and the tensing and arching of her body. He braced himself. Tearing her mouth from his, she threw her head back and screamed in orgasm. Her sex contracted around his cock.
    Tristan gripped the sheets in a white-knuckle hold, thrusting, knowing he was about to go over the edge any moment. On the next fierce pull of her sex, he reared, jerking out his cock in the nick of time, sending hot blasts of come onto her belly. He threw his head back and bellowed out his pleasure until the last draining drops poured from his prick.
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