Chapter 16

Sigurd

Stasi is fun, all wrapped up with a sexy bow, presented to me on a silver platter.

What she doesn't know is I know once I get a taste of her…fun…my life will change. And hers, by extension.

"What's the matter? Don't you want to have fun?"

"Woman, you have no idea what I want to do to you."

And then she clinches it. "Don't you think you deserve it? Because you do. Fuck your ideas about power dynamics. I don't give a fuck that you're a prince, and I'm a commoner. If I cared about the roll of the dice that is what each of us was born into, then I'd be groveling at your feet. Which I will do if you're into role-play. What I am going to do is rock your goddamn world."

With that, I'm sunk.

I'm absolute toast.

No more talking. Only kissing, touching, rubbing, and sharing of heat.

My hand goes to the soft mound between her legs, and the heat there is unbelievable.

I knew it. I knew she was so warm and wet and ready.

Her kisses against my throat have revved me up for more. I need to make sure she's extra ready to take me, so I fill my hand with her right breast, over her top, squeezing until her nipple pokes through the material.

Her sexy moan might kill me before I get where I want to go.

I want so badly to feel her soft breast against my face, but first, I only rub my cheek over her top, driving myself and her crazy with my mouth soaking the spot where her nipple begs for attention.

After I'm done torturing her, my mouth goes to her throat while my hand finds the hem of her shirt, the warmth of her round tummy making me ache.

I work my way up to her bare breast, the softest thing I've ever touched. I fill my hand with it, squeezing it and running my thumb over that nipple until it pebbles as I lick and nip at her tender throat.

Softly cursing, she throws off her tank top and bares herself to me.

And that's when I see the truth—the reddened shoulders, the skin of her breasts.

Stopping all foreplay, I reach for the aloe, squirt some into my palms, and warm it with my body heat while Stasi squirms on my lap.

"Sigurd. Don't stop. It doesn't hurt, I promise."

"Quiet. You need this," I reply curtly as I spread the lotion over her pink breasts, one at a time, tenderly but surely covering every pink spot, including her rosy nipples. I try to block out her sexy moans, but it's no use. All I do is grow stiffer by the second.

"Sit still," I order.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Stasi."

"I can't help it."

My mouth covers one nipple, but I keep my gaze on hers. She won't tell me if it hurts, so I watch her like a hawk, memorizing every reaction. Turns out, even sunburned, her tits are amazing to look at. It's like staring at a thousand glittering presents under the Christmas tree on Christmas morning, but times a thousand. However, everywhere on and around her gorgeous tits is pink and still smarting from the sun. I can tell this even though Stasi won't express any pain with me.

I kiss the base of her throat and tell her what I want, the only thing I want that won't cause her sunburn to hurt worse.

"I'm going to taste you now, sunshine. I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good. I will make you forget all about that damn sunburn that still hurts even though you won't admit it. Okay, sweetness?"

"Yes…" she says on a gasp.

I'm losing myself in the little game she started, and I rumble, "Yes, what?"

As I gently kiss and lick my way down her tender breastbone, over her tummy, and approach her soft mound, I catch the gleam in her eye. "Yes, Daddy."

After a loud smacking kiss to her lower belly, I praise her as I gently tug off her knickers. "Good girl."

"Oh…Sigurd!" She gasps when my mouth reaches the small runway of trimmed pubes at the front of her pussy.

My tongue darts down the top of that glistening slit. Just one small taste is enough to make my head explode with desire.

My pulse roars in my ears. I am the wolf, and she's my little bunny. I will destroy her and roll around in her scent until no one questions who is the king of the forest.

"Open up for me, good girl."

Her needy moans and her ripe scent have me drooling.

Stasi smells like spring rain and wakes my cold, dead soul.

When she opens her legs for me, her slit is swollen and pink, aching so badly that as soon as I spread her open with my thumbs, her clit hood is red and erect.

I latch onto it without thinking, without any buildup. It's so pink and perfect and just for me. And in my mouth, she is the sweetest candy.

"Oh my god!"

My sweet Stasi's hips rise off the bed as I work over her rigid button. Mine. This is mine and only mine forever. Though I fought against the feelings I felt as soon as I saw her, I knew this was where I was meant to be.

And now that I'm here, I know that this is where I belong, forever: Stasi's strong legs draped over my shoulder and her pussy claiming me with her juice.

I tongue her clit for what feels like several minutes, which is fine by me. I could feast on her all damn day. My woman doesn't have a quick or easy orgasm? Perfect. More time for me to play with her before she becomes too oversensitive.

I pull back and blow on that wet, throbbing bead, eliciting my girl's more gasps and moans of intense pleasure. She's so turned on that I can feel her leak, soaking my beard with her juice.

"Let me know if my beard is too rough."

"No," she cries.

"Stasi, what did I say?"

She gives a high-pitched squeak, then says, "It's not too rough. I love it. Please."

"Please, what?" I can barely conceive why I'm prolonging this; my chest heaves from the effort of holding back the need to pound her beautiful pussy.

Stasi's hands scramble for purchase, and finally, she weaves her fingers into my hair. "Please, Daddy!" she cries. "Tear. Me. Up."

I dive back down with increased intensity, lapping her up with vigor and paying particular attention to her responses, the way her body quakes, and the way she squeaks when I run my tongue over her clit. It doesn't take long to learn that she likes it best when I use a flat tongue approach. With her fingers clenched against my scalp, she mashes my face against her pussy and screams my name on the third thorough lick.

She comes…so beautifully.

I could stop right here and paint her or sculpt her if I had that sort of talent. All I can do is take a mental picture and note her arched back, her face inscrutable between agony and ecstasy, her pink pussy spasming, her red hair splayed out in the mess of blankets.

This is mine. All of her.

I spread one palm out over her trembling tummy, settling her back on the bed as she rattles through her aftershocks.

She's so soft here. I imagine what she would look like with our child in there. I wonder how much bigger, rounder, and luminous she'll be. How much fuller her tits will be.

"Sigurd," she moans as I lap at her juice.

"What is it, my girl?"

"Your Highness…Daddy…please fuck me with that royal dick."