“You’re not goin’.” I sound like some asshole lording over his property, but with the way shit’s going, it has to be this way. I don’t like it. The princess sure the fuck doesn’t like it. But this is reality.
Someone’s out there, looking for her. Lusting after her. Stalking her. And I’ll be damned if something happens to her while I’m around. So, she’s staying because I’m not going to girl’s night and she’s not going without me.
We’ve been doing this back and forth for about an hour now. Chinese food cold and forgotten on the floor in the living room, we’re now having it out upstairs.
Standing in her room, hair wet from her shower, she’s in nothing but a lacy bodysuit thing. Cut low in the front and high on her hips, the princess is sexy as fuck and she knows it. Not hiding from my stare, she glares back at me.
“It’s drinks with the girls.”
I don’t give a fuck what it is. “It’s not happenin’.”
Samantha huffs, pulling her hair over her shoulder and toweling off the ends, pretty much telling me she’s going without saying it. “Grab my brush from the bathroom?” she asks me, her eyebrow tipped.
“You’re not goin’,” I tell her, grabbing her fucking hairbrush because I’m a goddamn sucker.
I come back into the room and she’s bent over, her lacy thong showing off an ass I’d love to eat, putting lotion or some shit on her long ass legs. The bitch is playing games.
“You can keep gettin’ ready, baby, but you’re not leavin’ this house.”
“Come with.”
“To girl’s night?” She’s lost her fucking mind if she thinks I’m going out with her and the females in this club.
“We’re having drinks.”
“Not havin’ drinks. Not goin’ to girl’s night.”
The princess rolls her eyes, looking at me upside down from next to her leg. “I’m getting dressed. I’m going.”
I watch her stand up slowly, still looking at me, challenge in her blue eyes.
We’ve never done this shit. We’d spend a day or two together, fucking each other’s brain’s out and not much else, and I knew goddamn well the princess was a challenge from the day I met her, but this shit’s a whole new level of challenging.
“I’ll be careful,” she tells me in way of a fucking compromise. Batting her eyelashes and smiling at me, the bitch is trying to play me, and in any other fucking instance, it’d work. Half naked and looking at me like that, I’d agree to almost fucking anything when it comes to her, but on this shit, I’m not bending.
“You’ll be careful, huh?” I ask her, walking up to her and hooking a finger in the lace that dips down low between her tits.
“Seriously, King, I’m going. All the girls are expecting me.” She steps away from me and grabs her hairbrush. “It’s a weekly thing.”
“Not this week.”
She runs her brush through her hair and laughs. “You’re here to help keep me safe and find my stalker, but I can’t stay inside of this house or next to you every second of every day.”
“The fuck you can’t.”
“King.”
“Princess.”
“I’ll take the gun you got me.” We’re on to the bargaining portion of our fucking evening.
I chuckle, enjoying this game she’s not gonna win. “Will ya?”
“Or I could just shoot you with it and go,” she states, giving me a wry look.
“No,” I tell her, kissing her shoulder, tasting her skin.
“Please, King,” she pleads softly, her head falling to the side. “I want to go. I need to go.”
The biggest fucking asshole in the world and I cave for this girl. She says please and here I am, agreeing. “A couple drinks at the club.”
“Is this you bending.” she asks, running her fingers along the waist of my jeans.
“This is me givin’ you what you want because I’m a fuckin’ sucker.”
She smiles, her hand dipping inside, finding me painfully hard.
“Don’t get used to it,” I tell her, pulling her hand free from my jeans and turning her around. “We do this shit my way.”
She nods, agreeing. “Your way.”
“On the bed and on your stomach.” She obeys, leaning on the bed, ass in the air.
Getting a good long look, I run my hand over her plump fat ass, appreciating her soft, smooth skin. “You move, I stop.”
She nods, not saying a word.
Pulling her panties to the side, I slip a hand between her thighs and a finger between her folds. She’s soaking fucking wet and my cock gets harder, pushing against my fly.
Teasing her a bit, running my finger through her slickness, she moans, pushing her ass back against my hand. “Hold still,” I tell her, slapping her ass with my other hand.
“Jesus, King,” she groans, head on her hands and her hands on the bed, gripping the comforter, holding on tight.
The bitch is a sight. In some tight lace bodysuit deal, she’s sexy as fuck with her ass in the air for me. Mouthwateringly sexy.
“You gonna be good while you’re drinkin’?” I ask her, shoving two fingers into her cunt, thrusting in and out.
“Yes.” She pushes back against my hand, wanting more.
My fingers are wet. Her thighs are wet. She’s a mess, and I fucking love it.
“You gonna listen to me when I tell you something?” I tease. She nods, moaning deep. “Good,” I tell her, working her to the edge and pulling my fingers out of her pussy.
She gasps. “What the fuck?”
“Be good tonight and we’ll finish this later.”
Growling, she stands up, fixing her panties. Glaring at me, she stomps off into the bathroom, muttering “Asshole” as she goes.
“Goddamn right, and this asshole’s in charge.”