Royally Kidnapped by the Prince novel Chapter 15

THAYER

I couldn’t believe I was standing beside my Kennedy with all her gorgeous self. I knew she could feel that I was holding something back, but I was hoping she would not push. In due time, I would tell her everything—that was the plan.

“This would be your room,” I said as I pushed the door wide— European style in white and gold motif would meet her taste.

“Thank you. This way better than the hotel room,” she said with a smile.

“You wouldn’t need a hotel if you’re here, Kennedy,” I said truthfully.

She walked in and checked her luggage.

“I apologize. My housekeeper must have organized your things already.”

“Oh? That won’t be necessary, but thanks.” Her eyes glittered. I noticed the anticipation in there, and I couldn’t wait to explore it.

“How long can you stay?” I sat on a chair. 

“I have to go home by the end of this week. Why? Do you plan to invite me skating?”

“Skiing.”

“Yeah. Whatever.” She rolled her eyes at me.

“I have a better plan, but it’s a surprise.”

“Ugh. I hate surprises.”

“Who hates surprises?” I held her hand and pulled her to sit on my lap. “I’m glad you’re here. You don’t know how happy you make me.” I stared at her. 

Her eyes bored into mine. The rest in the background faded away.

“What’s stopping you?” she said in a husky voice. 

My breathing caught. Most women played demure to catch my attention. Kennedy, on the other hand, knew exactly what I wanted. Her bluntness and boldness made my cock jerk and harden in pants. 

“I want you more than anything in this world, but I tend to make it right. For you, for me, for us.”

“Right is overrated, Thayer. I’d been dying to feel you underneath, on top, against the wall, on the floor, in the shower, and even in the hallway. I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted anyone. However mysterious you are, I don’t give a damn. I am here right now, and if you kept me aching and wet for the rest of the night, I swear, I’ll leave this manor and walk back to the city. Because damn you! You’re driving me insane.”

“Are you done?” I said quietly.

She stared at me in shock. I was sure she already saw what I wanted her to see—pure longing, frustration, desperation, lust, and in addition to that, even if I hadn’t tasted and touched what was under the thin layer of her dress, I could already taste her in her smell alone.

I clumped her breast with my mouth against the thin and lacy fabric of her bra. She gasped and bit her bottom lip as I tugged her hardening nipple into my mouth before I let go. 

“I would never deny your desires, Kennedy. But I won’t pressure you to do anything you don’t want to.” I cupped the other breast with my hand, kneading it, rolling the tiny hard bud between my fingers.

She moaned. 

“How do you want your first night with me?” I asked as I kept squeezing her breast.

“I want you to fuck me however you want.”

“I wouldn’t just fuck you, darling. I will also make love to you, and if you beg, I would also make you come around my tongue, my finger, in my mouth, around my cock until you can’t speak with satisfaction anymore.” I held her hand and guided her to feel my raging hard-on. “Feel me?” You did this to me. Since I met you in that office, all I could think is your mouth wrapped around my cock, in your grip, inside you as I thrust into you mercilessly.”

She unbuckled my belt, kneeling before me to unbutton and unzip my pants. Then she freed my aching cock, springing free. My scalp tingled in her touch.

A groan slipped my throat as she pumped and took my cock into her mouth without warning, taking all of me.

My chest heaved, throwing my head back. “Fuck.”

I could imagine her wild and free. I grabbed a handful of her untamed hair, wrapped it around my fingers as I guided her to my thrust. She looked up to me, eyes watering with lust. 

“Enough, darling.” Without thinking another thought, I pulled my cock, coated with her saliva. I cupped her face, lowered my head, and took her lips, fiercely jamming my tongue inside her mouth. I could taste the saltiness of me in her mouth. 

She returned my kiss, our mouths sliding, tongue dangling as I carried her to the center of the bed. I kissed and kissed her until we were one, nothing separating us. Our body heat burned me with the desire of claiming her, but I had all the patients in the world. Tonight, it was all about Kennedy, to give her what she wanted and what she desired most. 

I cupped her breast in my mouth, sucking, tugging, and nipping her sweet cherry nipple while I toyed the other. She was already squirming, moaning, and I barely started. 

She was so responsive against my touch. I planted kisses on her abdomen, running my tongue around her navel.

I spread her legs wide, showing my glistening prize. She gasped, arched back at my first lick. Her clit was swollen, pulsing, asking for me to be sucked.

“Thayer.” It only takes one plea of my name, my Kennedy cried out in shock and extreme pleasure as I licked from down to the center of her sex. More slickness coated my tongue. 

She cried as I penetrated her with my two fingers, twisting and pressed against her G-spot before I captured her pulsing nub into my mouth, devouring her, eating her as if she was my last meal. 

Her legs quivered. Her inner walls clenched around my finger. In one tug of her clit, a violent tremor shocked through her. She convulsed and came into my mouth. 

After I licked her clean, I crawled on top of her. “How do you want your first with me, darling.”

“Fuck me hard. I want you to fuck me. Hard.”