“God, you’re amazing,” Nick said, sliding his cock back and forth between my tits, leaving a trail of hot juices behind.
“So are you,” I said breathlessly. I wiggled beneath him. “My pussy longs for you, my prince. Please, untie me so I can touch you. And fuck me now.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Nick
Tit-fucking Rebecca was amazing. Her big milky jugs were soft and warm her nipples hard and thick like my thumb. I could have shot my load all over her chest, but that was not how an heir was made. When she looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes and begged me to fuck her, I didn’t hesitate for a moment.
I tugged loose her bonds and her arms went around my neck, pulling my lips to hers. Her mouth was warm and wet. She wrapped her lips around my tongue and sucked on it as she had my cock.
I held the kiss as I moved down to position my cock between her thighs. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist. She reached between us and found my cock with her right hand. She milked my cock for a moment and then guided the head toward her pussy hole.
I felt the head of my cock slide inside her. She gasped and pressed her heels into my ass. Her arms went around me and her fingernails dug into my back. I slid inside her until I couldn’t fit another inch, and then I pulled out and slid in again. It didn’t take long for us to establish a rhythm. She drew me into her with her heels on my ass and I withdrew from her until the head was just at her opening, and then I would plunge in again.
“Faster,” she moaned in my ear. “Fuck me hard, faster… Fuck me, my prince…fuck me…”
I nearly came just hearing her moan in my ear. I didn’t miss a beat as I straightened my back and pulled her legs from around my waist. I brought her legs up to rest against my chest with her calves at my ears. I could get inside her deeper now. With each thrust of my cock, she moaned my name.
“I’m…coming…oh my god…Nick…I’m...”
I held on tight to her legs and increased the momentum, slamming my cock into her as hard as I could. Our skin slapped together with each thrust. The air in the tiny room was filled with the tangy scent of sex. I felt every muscle in my body tighten.
“I’m coming…” I said, struggling to keep the pace. She lifted her ass off the bed and pushed it into me.
“Me too…” she said. “Oh my god…my prince…”
We came together and didn’t stop until neither of us could catch our breath. I fell to the bed next to her and she rolled into my arms.
I could feel her head on my chest. Her breath teased my nipple. Her fingers played with my chest hair. When I opened my eyes, she was smiling up at me.
“What is it?” I asked.
She said, “If that’s what it feels like to be kidnapped by a prince, I’d love for you to kidnap me again.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Rebecca
Nick and I made love several more times before finally falling asleep in each other’s arms. It was cold in the room when I awoke just after dawn, but huddled together naked under the covers, I’d slept like a cozy bug in a cozy rug.
Nick continued to doze as I eased out of bed and reached for my robe. I stuck my feet into a pair of fuzzy slippers and went to the window to peer out.
The world outside my window was blanketed with a beautiful white layer of snow. I knew the roads would be impassible for a few hours, but this was Snowcap. Snow didn’t slow us down any more than the sun or rain did. Old Carl would have the roads cleared off in no time, and I’d have customers wanting beer and burgers by the afternoon. With any luck, Nick would be able to make it to the Overlook Lodge by lunchtime to attend what was left of the economic summit.
I crept into the bathroom to pee and then went into the living room to light the heater so the apartment would warm up. I made a pot of coffee and dropped a couple of Pop-Tarts in the toaster. I was sitting at the table nibbling on the last Pop-Tart when Nick stumbled out of the bedroom wrapped only in a quilt.
“Good morning, your highness,” I said with a smile as he leaned down to kiss my cheek. “There’s coffee in the pot and I’ll share my Pop-Tart with you. Did you sleep well?”
“I did,” he said with a yawn. He clutched the blanket around his shoulders as he filled a cup with coffee and carried it to the table. He slid into the chair across from me and frowned at the Pop-Tart in my hand.
“What is a Pop-Tart?” he asked.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I said, holding it out so he could take a bite. “It’s just the best breakfast pastry ever.”
“I’m not sure about that,” he said, making a face. “I believe the croissants at the Café De La Rue in Paris might be just a tad better.”
“Such a snob,” I said, grinning as I ate the rest of the Pop-Tart. I nodded at the window. “The storm’s over. Carl will have the roads cleared by noon.”