Princess put her face up into the cascading shower. All at once, she felt the aches and pains in her neck, shoulders and arms, each like a tiny replay of the moment the car hit the wall. Like it was all just happening. Maybe her body had blocked them as some kind of a defense, but now she felt jabs, cramps and forming bruises.
She’d picked as much of the little chips of glass out as she could. Only a few had even broken her skin, mostly on the backs of her thighs. She cleansed the grazes and pinpricks, found some rubbing alcohol in the bathroom cabinet, and put Band-Aids over three of the bigger scrapes.
The others were pretty tiny. If they still bled after she’d showered, she’d have to bandage them, too, but she figured they’d heal up in time.
She thought about Dino. He didn’t look the heroic type. Since she first met him, though, she’d liked him, and she really hoped that he would be all right.
But Pierce, he had chased into the garage after her and he had rescued her. There was no other way to look at it. If he hadn’t got there, right then, at that moment, and fired at Yvgeny… Even under the hot shower, she shivered.
Yet, there he had been. Ran in to save her. Then when he got to the car, he didn’t hesitate. Didn’t spend an instant looking for Yvgeny. He could have been waiting anywhere in that garage, with a gun.
Pierce came to get her out of the car. Walking to the elevator, he must have been thinking that Yvgeny could be anywhere, must have been looking out for him. But he showed no sign of it. He hadn’t appeared to have anything on his mind other than her welfare.
The picture she had in the back of her mind loomed larger. The image of his huge cock, straining his pants. The smoky taste of him. The feel of his hard flesh against the roof of her mouth, pushing the back of her tongue.
Her fingers brushed the water away from her mound. Flicked her clit out of her hood. Pushed up just a little as she remembered the scrape of his voice. There was a scrape at the window. Her fingers pressed her lips apart.
There definitely was a scratch at the window. Must be a bird, she thought. It tapped. Princess grabbed a towel and stepped over to the frosted glass. There was a shape, a shadow on the outside, at the bottom corner.
She couldn’t be sure it was a bird, but what else could it be? She watched it as she toweled herself. It tapped again. Dull. Not sharp like the beak of a bird.
From outside, she heard him. “Little mouse, are you there?”
She staggered back. The dark shape rose and stepped in front of the window. She knew him, just by his shadow. Princess was paralyzed. Rooted to the spot. For that instant, she couldn’t move or make a sound.
“That is you, my little sugar mouse. It is, isn’t it?”
She saw him raise a gun, a machine pistol with a long magazine. All she could do was to let out that squealing yell. Then she broke free of the spell. With a lurch, Princess flung herself at the doorway and collided with Calhoun, bursting in. He went straight to the window and held a gun pressed against it with both hands.
He fired once. As the gun recoiled away, Princess saw the bullet lodged in the glass. Calhoun pushed the gun right against the bullet and fired again. The shadow outside was gone.
The tiny hole let in an icy blast of air. She ran from the bathroom, out of her suite—with only the damp, too-small towel—and scurried, shaking, into Pierce, coming down the corridor. Leaned against his chest. When Pierce put an arm around her, she realized how much she was trembling.
He called over her head, “Where is he, Calhoun?”
“I don’t know, boss.”
“Callaghan, check the study at the back. Calhoun, look out in the dungeon lounge.” He held her, enveloped her under his arm as he gently took her past the kitchen to the sunken seating area. He looked into her eyes and stroked her face before he peeled away to the loggia.
Princess couldn’t bear to wait behind and she followed him. He looked in the far corner, then crouched to peer along the balustrade. He called out, “Anybody see anything?”
The two Irish voices sounded distant and muffled saying, “No, boss.” Princess stood behind him, clasped the towel to her, chilly and wet, shaking as she watched him hunt. He turned back to her and the predatory look in his eye inflamed her.
Over his shoulder, she saw Yvgeny on the glass balcony, rising at the window, gun barrel against the glass, holding it sideways with the long magazine sticking out.
Pierce turned and put his pistol against the glass in the same place as Yvgeny’s and fired. Twice. The bullets both stayed in the glass less than half an inch apart. With a slow grin, Yvgeny slid his barrel to position it over one of the bullets.
Pierce got to the other and fired. Twice. Yvgeny’s shoulder jolted back. He still had the gun. Pierce fired again and Yvgeny lurched back to the glass balustrade. Pierce fired once more. Yvgeny toppled over the edge.
As he fell, two huge pairs of golden brown wings and the steely bright eyes of two big hawks followed him down. Pierce turned back to Princess, put his arms around her, and held her.
She heard Calhoun and Callaghan’s footsteps on the carpet behind her. Pierce’s hand left her back and made a movement. Calhoun said quietly, “Are you sure, boss?” Pierce’s hand fluttered again.
Callaghan coughed and said, “We’ll go and get some things in for dinner, boss.”
Calhoun cleared his throat. “Yeah, we’ll check on Mikey on the way.”
With her face against his chest, Princess held on tight. Her wet hair dripping on his fine shirt. His body was warm, hard and strong. She felt safe with him.
Princess stayed buried in Pierce’s chest as she heard the elevator doors swish open, then shut. They were alone, she realized.
“I left the shower running,” she said into the slopes of his firm pecs.
Pierce pulled her closer. “It doesn’t matter.” The rumble of his voice stirred her.
“But I want to finish my shower.” Softly, she bit him through his shirt. “Come and help me.” She felt his flesh begin to rise behind his pants.
She looked into his eyes. They were hot with lust. She purred, despite the tremble in her voice, “This one and only time, of course.”
Agostini watched Princess turn, followed the line of her tantalizing thighs, her beautifully turned calves, her bare feet. Naked apart from the tiny towel she still clasped together, the little rivulets of water running down the silky “V” of her back. As she hurried for the corridor to the dungeon, he grabbed her.
He whirled her back to him, thrilled by the startled look in her eyes as he pulled her back against his shirt.
He couldn’t remember being this excited since he was a schoolkid, going home on his birthday and knowing for certain that there was going to be a bike there waiting for him. Knowing it, but not having seen it. Having it, but not having it yet.
Her voice fluttered in her chest. The towel was all there was between him and her gorgeous, soft breasts. She said, “He really did make me afraid.” As she shivered, he stiffened. The tremble of her body against him, soft and wet, made him swell with lust.
This incredible woman had fought so hard, and with such dogged determination. No woman he had ever known was anything like her. Sensational in her light, casual dresses with the confidence that her womanly body displayed, and yet somehow tiny as she shivered against him.
A waft of her electrifying scent sent his pulse racing. Then she whispered, “You make me afraid, too, Pierce.” And she clung tighter to him. “But I like it.”
She looked up, her dewy eyes sparkling. “I like it a lot.” And she bit her lip.
He yanked the towel. Her eyes flashed. Held her with his hand on her throat. Her lips parted. He kissed her. Long, deep, hard, and selfish. He took her by her mouth. His tongue invaded her. Greedily, he pulled her body against him.
His hands took advantage of her full breasts, pulling, kneading, and squeezing them to his heart’s content. Only every touch he took, every shudder she gave, made his cock fill and harden, drove
his passion harder.
When she moaned as he roughly felt his way down her stomach, he lifted his chin to look down at her. Her eyes were wide. He was going to fuck her. He would have her spread and stretched and filled until she shouted, moaned, and cried, soaking, helpless and used in every possible way.
His voice was low, firm. “I’m going to take everything you have.” Her eyes widened even more as she made a slow, tiny nod. “I’m going to have every part of you.” The soft fuzz of her mound pushed against his thigh and he gripped her luscious ass.
“You bastard.” She clung tighter to him as her whisper scraped her damp breath against his chest. She banged the sides of her fists against him. “How did you get me into all this?” Harder, she beat on his pecs like a little animal engine.
“How could you be so damned selfish? So careless! You ruthless bastard.” Buttons flew as she ripped his shirt open. He held her by the back of her neck. Slipped his fingers into her hair. Entwined and pulled.
She leaped up and wrapped her legs and her arms around him. Pierce pressed her chin with his thumb. Harshly, he pulled her face to his and consumed her with a breathless kiss. Princess gasped and he breathed noisily, exploring her, owning her with his lips and his tongue. Her mound rubbed up and down against his stomach and then down, down to his thickening dick, straining inside his pants.
As he kissed her, brutally, he felt her hardening nipples graze beneath his collarbone, with the mounds of her breasts just out too far away. His hands wanted to clasp and hold and feel the fullness of her breasts, to hold their weight, push into their yielding softness and to feel them jiggle and undulate.
The round, pliant flesh of her ass against his thighs and the heat and wetness of her hungry pussy, clambering over the hard ridge of his cock, made him desperate to fuck her. Even while she moaned and whimpered in his mouth, he wanted to turn her over, to split her wide and to hear her shout.
When he held her by her bouncy, peachy ass with one hand, feeling her weight settle into his palm as he scraped his hand down her neck and seize her swinging breast, his plan was to have her there. Standing. Her wrapped so tight around him.
But he couldn’t bear to move or to let go. Not yet. She felt so perfect exactly there, with him devouring the life of her from her mouth. Feeding her like an anxious baby bird. The thick, swollen lips of her pussy urged at him hungrily. She pulled herself closer, tighter, and stretched her neck as she sank lower down his groin.
He spun her and flung her around, dropped her feet to the floor and folded her body over the back of the couch, faced to the window. The reflection of her expression in the glass was a mix of excitement and fear, like a kid on a ride that was higher and faster than she expected.
Her thighs shook. When he reached between them, slid his hand up the inside, he leaned over her back and said, “I hope you’re ready for me.”
He lifted his hand to sniff. “I think you are.” He reached his hand under her nose. “What do you think?”
She sucked his fingers, drew them into her mouth. Rolled her little wet tongue around them as she sucked. He pressed his cock against her ass. “It’s you, isn’t it?”
Princess nodded quickly. He pulled back his hand. Sniffed again. Licked it. The perfumed tang was like an instant drug.
“Sweet,” he said, relishing the taste, and he gave his fingers back to her to taste again. “But not nearly enough.” He slapped her ass with a satisfying thwack. The shock made her suck harder on his fingers. The ripples in her ample, round flesh rolled against his thigh.
He slapped her again in exactly the same spot. She squeaked and sucked again and her ass pushed and rubbed on his cock. He took back his hand and leaned against her as he unbuckled his belt.
Her pussy rose and fell and got in the way as he tried to pull down the zipper. With one hand, he took her wet lips, her mound, her folds, and her clit. She sagged and her knees gave way. His hand was drenched immediately and he pushed his thumb all around the base of her hot little clit.
When he managed to haul his cock free from his boxers, he banged it on the cheeks of her ass, then beat the long pole upwards against her little mound. He sawed the length of it between her lips, between her cheeks, up, under her stomach, and he felt her thighs and her stomach tremble.
Her lips were red, dripping, and more than ready, and Pierce couldn’t wait any longer to fill her up. He opened her with his thumb, then with his fingers. Princess whimpered and mewled as he plunged one finger, then two, then three inside her. Then he slapped her ass again and roughly pulled her thighs wide.
Slowly, deliberately, he slid the head of his cock between her ass cheeks, down her folds, and then engaged himself at her entrance. She craned to look around at him, her eyes wide, her mouth slack. He reached beneath her and grabbed her breast then, and with his other hand took a grip of her hair.
Princess let out a long moan as he penetrated her. Her lips were tight around him and he squeezed on her tit, rolling to twist her nipple with his thumb and finger.
As he impaled her, Pierce stayed looking in her eyes. Her lips parted and she sank into the thick, soft black leather of the couch. The sight of her milky skin against the black couch with the glittering Manhattan nightscape behind her spurred him, and he rammed long and deep inside her.
At every inch he slid in, her walls were stretched tight around him and her moans ignited him. The soft, wet muscle within her suckled and held him tight enough to be almost sore. He knew it would burn soon enough. Especially if he rode her hard.
He tugged on her hair. His fat cock dove below her rippling ass. Faster and deeper he plowed and drilled her. He sped up and breathed hard as he watched the roll of her ass and the reflection of her beautifully contorted face. He rammed the full length of his weapon into her and pulled down to drag at the front her as he drew it back out.
“Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me, you bastard.” He slapped her ass. “Harder,” she shouted. He obliged. She yelped as his hand beat on the same spot on her ass, time and time again. And each time she shouted, “Yes!” and she got wetter.
Her hands waved back behind him to reach his ass, but Pierce pulled out and flipped her over so she tipped with her head on the seat of the couch and her legs in the air. He watched her face redden as he spread her legs wide and relished the feeling of his hands on the flesh of her inner thighs.
He plunged his tongue into her pussy. The tip of his tongue reached to press inside her, into her front walls. His lips nuzzled and suckled her clit and the base of her ass, and she writhed and moaned as he rolled and flicked and pressed his tongue as far into her as it would go.
Her fingers ran through his hair and she tried to grip his head, but her arms were at full stretch. They squeezed her breasts beautifully, and they bounced as she shook.
He teased and fluttered and shoved her to a climax, and she gushed gloriously into his mouth. He sucked and licked and urged her on until she pulled her nipples and dragged her hands through her hair and along her throat. She gasped and yelled, and her juice slathered on his eager tongue as she came again.
Roughly, holding her by the hips, Pierce spun her over again. This time, he heaved her up and slung her thighs over his shoulders, hanging her body down his. The billowing cushions of Princess’ breasts and the scrape of her nipples against his skin made him wild. He snorted as he grabbed the back of her hair. He sucked delicately, expertly on her clit as he pulled her head to slide his cock into her mouth.
She made wet, wild gurgling sounds and her lips slid along his cock, taking him straight in. The top of his bulb was at the back of her tongue and she sucked hard, laying her tongue along his length. Then she pulled her head back against the grip of his hand in her hair and plunged hard along the length of him.
Princess rocked her body to slam his shaft into her mouth, and then she popped him over the ridge into her throat. Her neck and her body craned as she worked along his hard, pulsing flesh, until her chin was against his body and her
wet lips met his balls.
His mouth and his tongue pulled and lapped and sucked on her red, swollen flower, her hot, peachy mound, and her eager, grasping inner walls. Occasionally, with the tip of his nose—and a couple of times with the tip of his tongue—he tickled her little star, loving the heat of her cheeks, rippling upside down, on either side of his face.
Pierce bent his knees and couldn’t stop his hand from dragging her head along the rail of his rod, nor his hips from sawing his fat cock deep into the softness of her hungry throat.
Her lips and her mouth were heaven for his cock to fill and fuck, but he wanted to finish deep in her pussy and to watch her eyes, her face, as he filled her.
“Oh, you fucker,” she growled. “Will you not let me finish anything?”
“Oh, yes,” he said, lifting her to face him, holding her thighs and lowering her onto he cock. “Yes, Princess.” He looked in her eager eyes as her arms fell across his shoulders. “You can finish this.” And he drove deep into her, pulled her thighs wider for better access, and he drilled her.
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