Curves for the Prince Read Online Free
Author: Adriana Hunter
teeth and eyes readily discernible in the darkness. “You belong to me. Say it.”
“I belong to you,” she parroted. The words made her nipples tighten painfully.
He undid the buttons on her coat slowly, not wanting to destroy another one. He opened her blouse and pulled her breasts free from her bra, she wriggled against the wall, moaning from a mixture of cold and passion. His tongue licked at her nipples and then he sucked them into his mouth, pulling hard on the tight buds as she braced her hands on the wall and tried not to fall down.
Matt pulled her skirt up and turned her around. She wore a set of scarlet boy shorts, the hem riding so high that he could see the lower halves of her firm ass cheeks. He pulled them down slightly, exposing her and the cold air hit her, making her painfully and acutely aware of how wet she was. The fingers of wind that ran over her were rude and painful, she gasped and shuddered as his fingers slid into her slick opening.
Matt wanted to fuck her right there but he knew it would be impossible, the cold would not allow it. Regretfully he withdrew his fingers and turned her around. He waited until her eyes opened and then he slid his fingers into his mouth, sucking her juices off of them. Her whimper rolled through the alley.
“Take your panties off.” She did, without question. “Now we are going to hail a cab and go back to the hotel. You are going to keep your legs open the entire time, do you understand? You are going to walk with your thighs parted and sit that way as well.”
She didn’t understand the reasoning but once she began to walk she did. Keeping her legs apart forced her to think about her pussy. The cold wind ran up under her skirt and the feel of her skirt’s material against her outer thighs was heightened. The fact of her pussy was brought home, she could feel it, feel its heat and its wetness and its shape in a way she never had before.
Once at the hotel he took her up the tunnel to avoid the reporters who were lying in wait near the entrance, hoping for a glimpse of him. He didn’t want anything to distract the two of them from that moment, tomorrow would come soon enough and they would have to deal with the media but tonight was theirs.
For the first time in her life Rachel actually stood still and appreciated the beauty of the Adams. It was almost impossible not to, the large penthouse demanded attention and appreciation with its massive floor to ceiling windows that took up one entire wall, deep leather furniture, stained glass skylights and gorgeous framed paintings. She felt apprehension start in her belly, how could he love her, want her? He was a Prince and she was …
Before she could let those thoughts ruin the moment he took her hand and pulled her tothe windows. The entire skyline of the city spread out before them and she gasped at thesight. “Noone can see us up here; even helicopters aren’t allowed to fly this close.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you. I want you to take your clothes off and kneel on the floor for me.”
The request was odd but she didn’t think about it. If he
“I belong to you,” she parroted. The words made her nipples tighten painfully.
He undid the buttons on her coat slowly, not wanting to destroy another one. He opened her blouse and pulled her breasts free from her bra, she wriggled against the wall, moaning from a mixture of cold and passion. His tongue licked at her nipples and then he sucked them into his mouth, pulling hard on the tight buds as she braced her hands on the wall and tried not to fall down.
Matt pulled her skirt up and turned her around. She wore a set of scarlet boy shorts, the hem riding so high that he could see the lower halves of her firm ass cheeks. He pulled them down slightly, exposing her and the cold air hit her, making her painfully and acutely aware of how wet she was. The fingers of wind that ran over her were rude and painful, she gasped and shuddered as his fingers slid into her slick opening.
Matt wanted to fuck her right there but he knew it would be impossible, the cold would not allow it. Regretfully he withdrew his fingers and turned her around. He waited until her eyes opened and then he slid his fingers into his mouth, sucking her juices off of them. Her whimper rolled through the alley.
“Take your panties off.” She did, without question. “Now we are going to hail a cab and go back to the hotel. You are going to keep your legs open the entire time, do you understand? You are going to walk with your thighs parted and sit that way as well.”
She didn’t understand the reasoning but once she began to walk she did. Keeping her legs apart forced her to think about her pussy. The cold wind ran up under her skirt and the feel of her skirt’s material against her outer thighs was heightened. The fact of her pussy was brought home, she could feel it, feel its heat and its wetness and its shape in a way she never had before.
Once at the hotel he took her up the tunnel to avoid the reporters who were lying in wait near the entrance, hoping for a glimpse of him. He didn’t want anything to distract the two of them from that moment, tomorrow would come soon enough and they would have to deal with the media but tonight was theirs.
For the first time in her life Rachel actually stood still and appreciated the beauty of the Adams. It was almost impossible not to, the large penthouse demanded attention and appreciation with its massive floor to ceiling windows that took up one entire wall, deep leather furniture, stained glass skylights and gorgeous framed paintings. She felt apprehension start in her belly, how could he love her, want her? He was a Prince and she was …
Before she could let those thoughts ruin the moment he took her hand and pulled her tothe windows. The entire skyline of the city spread out before them and she gasped at thesight. “Noone can see us up here; even helicopters aren’t allowed to fly this close.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you. I want you to take your clothes off and kneel on the floor for me.”
The request was odd but she didn’t think about it. If he
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