Royally Kidnapped by the Prince novel Chapter 34

KENNEDY

He’s hard.

I didn’t have to touch to know. Thayer’s actions, his voice, and those green eyes spoke for himself. And I was wet—dripping. I had been aching for him since I ground my ass to his huge cock. His indestructible patience and self-control started to annoy me.

“Fuck.” He chugged down half empty of water before he cupped my face, stared at me for a few seconds. I thought he might want to say something. He then dropped his blazing gaze down to my lips. 

Voluntarily, my lips parted, my skin already tingling. My nipples were no strangers to man’s lip, yet, they ached to his touch and his mouth. My body thrummed in anticipation.

“Kiss me.” I gasped. My voice rasped. My chest heaved.

He crashed his mouth into mine. 

Yes! I could hear the orchestra playing in the background. My inner self celebrated in delight. God. I met his tongue with my own, our lips sliding together. 

His mouth and tongue still tinged with the meal we shared, but I still loved his flavor. He released my face, wrapped his arms around me as he pulled me into him, laid himself on the floor, and rolled us over.

I was now on the floor, moaning into our kiss and the delicious frictions we created. He was on top of me, fully dressed. At this moment, I didn’t care. All I wanted was Thayer. My Prince.

He swirled his tongue inside my mouth before he bit my bottom lip, nipped, and tugged it before he sucked my chin, lapping down my neck. He moved to my lips again, deepening the kiss. Our lips locked together. 

I squirmed under him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, hoping to feel more frictions. I was aching with needs.

I pulled my lips away. “Please?”

His heavy-lid eyes cracked open. “What do you want, darling?”

“Get naked. I want you naked right now.” I expected him to turn his revenge mode for teasing him, but he didn’t. He rose to his feet and started stripping off from his shirt to his jeans until he pulled down his boxers, freeing his massive cock. He looked majestic, regal, and a fucking god. He took my breath away.

Salivating, I helped myself to kneel in front of him.

“No, darling. I won’t last. I need to be inside you.” With trembling hands, he helped me out of my dress. Within five seconds, I was fully naked, vulnerable, and at his mercy.

His eyes inflamed me. My body lit up like fire—I burned with needs. Crawling back at me, I quickly cupped his face and kissed him again. His strong arms caged me in, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Please,” I said to our mouths.

Slowly, he glided his length into my soaking, wet slit, tracing up and down, coating with my wetness before he entered me. 

I was so turned on. Thayer was huge, yet he was all inside me. I felt full and well-stretched.

I gasped. 

He groaned, his jawline rigid. He held his breath for a while. Then he squeezed his eyes shut before he let go of the shuddering breath.

“Fuck, Kennedy.” He gritted his teeth.

I tightened my legs around him, arching my back to press my breast against his bare broad chest. He got my clue—he captured my nipple with his mouth, sucking hard. Tingles spread all over my body, my wetness pooling. He tugged and nipped it between his teeth, swirling his tongue around the aching bud. 

I threw my head back. My hand gripped a handful of his hair, pushing down, begging for more.

“God. Thayer, don’t stop.” With each bite of his teeth on my nipple, my clit throbbed. With each pinch of his fingers, I thrust my hips forward, searching for what I craved.

“Please, fuck me.”

“Kennedy.” His voice strained with control. He let out a long groan before he withdrew completely. 

I felt empty and cold. Before I could complain, he did what I asked. He was all in one thrust. 

I cried out. 

He pounded into me mercilessly—in and out. My boobs bounced. He thrust into me faster and quicker. God, he knew how to fuck me hard. Then he slowed down, encircling inside me. I was so wet, and he was giving me the hard fuck I wanted.

Before I met Thayer, If someone had said to me that she was fucked like a king, I would laugh. Now I could guarantee that there was a thing like that—Thayer just fucked me like a prince—the future King.

I held into his arms. My nails dug into his flesh as my walls started clamping around him. I thrust forward, seeking my release. 

He knew I was close. He thrust and thrust. My back scraped against the carpet, but I didn’t care. I loved and enjoyed as he pounded into me so hard.

“I’m going to come,” I said between pants.

“Just waiting for you, darling.” He pushed all the way inside me.

I captured his lips, kissing him. My raw emotions coursed through me with aching needs. 

“Thayer.”

One thrust and a press against my clit, jolts of electricity sent through me. He took me to nirvana. My climax exploded. My skin, my toes, my whole body tingled. I shuddered. 

Time seemed suspended.