Iron Princess (Iron Palace Book 2)

by Lisa Ferrari

  “Nope.”

  I climb onto the bed and begin kneading the length of his erection, working the shaft forcefully, but avoiding the head. I want to make him big and hard, not make him come. Yet.

  “Is it kicking in yet?”

  “Starting to. I’m getting a little congested. That happened last time.”

  I continue kneading him.

  He flexes several times and his penis is indeed getting bigger and thicker and harder in my hand. It won’t bend. It’s rigid now.

  “I want to feel your mouth on me,” Kellan whispers.

  But I don’t want that. Instead, I continue working him hard with my hands. Once, in seventh grade home-ec, we made bread from scratch. We had to knead the dough thoroughly. I pretend I’m doing that now. Like I’m trying to wring water from a towel. Or like I’m milking a cow. Not that I ever have, but perhaps the metaphor is most apt.

  Kellan seems to be enjoying it. He’s staring at my hands as I work him. Every now and then I lean down and lick the head of his penis one time. He cries out and gasps and says Oh God or Oh yes each time I do it.

  He’s definitely bigger and harder now than I’ve ever seen him. God bless the chemistry guys at Pfizer.

  “Suck it, Claire.”

  Kellan’s voice is imploring. I’ve never heard him sound like that; my strategy is working.

  I lean forward once more and swirl my tongue around the very tip of his penis. I push the tip of my tongue into his opening, his urethra, something I’ve always wanted to do.

  Kellan cries out again, gasping.

  I’m not sure what it feels like, but he certainly likes it.

  I’m reminded of a short story called “Guts” by Chuck Palahniuk, in which there is discussion of guys masturbating by inserting a small rod with a ball on the end into their urethra. It gave me the willies. Not to mention the intestines, and being trapped under water and having to gnaw yourself free. There’s audio of Chuck reading it himself online. Supposedly people faint when they hear it.

  Claire, focus.

  I bare my teeth and bite down lightly on the big shiny purple head. I drag my teeth lightly across the skin, like an animal. This is more for visual effect than for physical pleasure, but it works. Kellan grabs fistfuls of bedsheet and squeezes. His chest and abs flex. His penis flexes, too. I feel it push against my teeth.

  I quickly straddle him and put him inside me.

  All this build-up hasn’t been lost on me; I’m soaked.

  Kellan gasps as he slides right in, all the way to the base.

  Yep, it’s definitely bigger.

  It takes my breath away. I can feel it so deep, deeper than it’s ever been. It almost hurts; it’s a good thing I’m on top.

  I wrap my legs under his knees and hook my feet on the insides of his calves, so I’m locked on to him and have leverage.

  I immediately begin fucking him.

  Fast.

  Hard.

  Deep.

  As deep as I can take him.

  And as fast and as violently as I can work my hips.

  I clamp one hand around the front of his throat and grab a fistful of hair with the other. I bite down on his jaw; I love his lean, chiseled profile.

  I hold him there while I work my hips hard and fast, careful not to pull off too far; I don’t want him to pop out.

  But he’s so big and long now, I’m about come.

  I focus on him, trying to delay my orgasm. But the rapid flexing and pumping of my hips is making that difficult.

  He’s looking into my eyes and has a strange look on his face.

  I keep going.

  But I soon start to get tired. My exhausted leg and butt muscles are really starting to burn. I struggle to maintain the rapid pace. I maintain it for several more minutes, but I’m going to have to stop soon.

  I growl through gritted teeth, “Come inside me.”

  Kellan’s eyes widen. He likes that.

  “Come inside me, Kellan. I want your hot come deep inside me.”

  Kellan stops breathing, holds his breath, the veins stand out on the sides of his neck and on his forehead, his face turns red, and his back arches, lifting both of us completely off the bed.

  I continue slapping my hips and thighs against him, riding him, while I clench all my vagina muscles as tightly as I can, squeezing him.

  Kellan cries out and his eyes shut tight.

  I feel him erupting inside me.

  The semen drips down and lubricates his penis and we become even more slippery.

  That does it for me.

  Everything tenses inside me and I’m coming apart while struggling to continue riding him, to keep the delicious pleasure coming. He’s bigger and harder than I’ve ever felt him.

  Kellan’s entire body finally relaxes. He gasps for air.

  I collapse on top of him. His penis is still rock-hard and I keep it deep inside me.

  “Oh my God,” he murmurs. “You’ve never done that before.”

  “I’ve never caught you flirting with Kim Kardashian before.”

  He lifts his head and looks at me. “Jesus, Claire, is that what this is about? This was a territory fuck?”

  “I don’t know what that is.”

  “I take sixty seconds to say hello to an old acquaintance and you get all jealous and possessive and hypersexual. Like I’m your territory or your property and you have to claim me. I told you I love you. Right?”

  “Yes.” And it’s true; he did. It didn’t sate my psycho-sexual anger, but at least he said it.

  “And you didn’t say it back, by the way. Don’t think I didn’t notice that.”

  I don’t know how to respond so I remain silent.

  “No comment, huh?” Kellan takes a deep breath and sighs. He’s still erect, still buried inside me. “Well, this was some of the best and definitely most dysfunctional sex I’ve ever had. How about you?”

  Again, I remain silent. I merely sit there, on top of him, my head on his broad muscular chest, my eyes staring out the window at the palm trees and the ocean.

  “Uh-huh,” Kellan concludes. “She came over and said hi to me, by the way. I didn’t go running over to her jumping up and down trying to get into her pants. Just so you know.”

  He begins to sit up, easing me off him.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I have to urinate.”

  I slide off, which is interesting because he’s still fully erect. He looks down at his erection. “Wow. This won’t be easy.”

  He rolls out of bed and ambles somewhat slowly to the bathroom. I’m guessing his legs and glutes and back are sore from carrying Tank halfway to Tijuana last night. His body looks so good. His round ass, his diamond-shaped calves; he’s told me repeatedly that he used to have zero calves so he’s worked really hard on them. I can see the long ropes of muscle work as he walks. His back is thick and wide.

  Suddenly I feel horrible.

  I feel stupid.

  I feel foolish and childish.

  I know I’ve been irrational and that Kellan has never done anything to cause me to question his fidelity. Quite the opposite, as a matter of fact. He’s always going out of his way to keep me close, to hold my hand, to introduce me as his girlfriend so there is no doubt that he’s off limits, that he’s with me and I am with him.

  I hurry to the bathroom. His semen drips out of me and runs down the insides of my thighs.

  Kellan is standing over the toilet, leaning forward at a steep angle, one hand against the wall, the other pushing his erect penis down so it points at the toilet.

  I stand in the doorway. “Mind if I watch?”

  He laughs. “No, of course not.” He grunts a few times and finally a stream of urine shoots between his legs and into the water. “You want to help? Come here, you can hold it.”

  I go to him and he puts my hand on his penis. Wow is it hard. I push it down to keep the urine going into the toilet bowl.

  “Does it hurt?”

 
; “No. It’s just pressure. Like it doesn’t want to come out, so you have to push a bit more.”

  I’ve never held a man’s penis while he pees. I’ve never been into pee or poo or watersports as they call it, or any of that stuff. But I do enjoy holding Kellan’s penis in my hand while he pees. There’s something endearing and private and intimate about it. This increases my feelings of stupidity and childishness and churlishness.

  “I’m sorry,” I manage to sputter. It comes out like an accusation, not like an apology. I’ve never been good at saying I was sorry.

  “For what? Giving me the monster fuck of my young life? Or for getting jealous and possessive and a little psycho?”

  “The second one.”

  Kellan finishes peeing and dabs the head of his penis with some toilet tissue. He washes his hands quickly and hugs me. “It’s okay. If some braniac book nerd bestselling author guy was talking to you and trying to get into your pants, I’d probably get a little jealous, too. But look, that kind of thing comes with the territory. Everyone deals with stuff like this. The trick is to avoid it when possible and not to indulge it or flirt back while it happens. And if it persists, you simply tell the person that you’re not interested, you’re taken, et cetera. You establish a clear boundary and they’re not to cross it. If they do, you don’t deal with them. Don’t talk to them, don’t see them, don’t be friends with them. That’s just the way it’s gotta be.”

  “So you’re saying Kim was trying to get into your pants?”

  “No. That was a figure of speech. She was very respectful.”

  “Did you tell her you were with me?”

  “I did, yes. I wanted to introduce you but you were in the bathroom and Kim had to run. She said they were on their way back to L.A. and then she had to catch a red-eye to New York tonight. That was it. It was literally maybe sixty seconds. I wanted you to get a selfie with her.”

  “What for?”

  “To send to Denise. To mess with her. She’d be all like, ‘A new car and you got to meet Kim K? You bitch!’ ”

  “Yeah, that’s about what she’d say. You sound just like her, too.”

  “So, are we cool now? You feel better? The possessive, insecure Claire has been pushed back and the sweet, loving, sexy Princess Calire has resumed command?”

  “Princess what?” He’s called me Ca-leer-ee several times.

  “Calire. It’s a pun on Claire. I was typing your name and spelled it C-A-L-I-R-E and thought it was pretty. Do you like it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  He hugs me tight.

  But something is nagging at me. I decide to ask. “If I get possessive and insecure and psycho again at some point in the future, are you going to break up with me?”

  Kellan laughs and squeezes me. “No, of course not. Look, each of us is a work in progress. Nobody’s perfect. If we’re out somewhere and a woman flirts with me and I get caught in the moment and I forget myself and I flirt back, are you going to break up with me?”

  “No. But I wouldn’t like it if you did that.”

  “I know. I wouldn’t like standing there watching you flirt with another guy. But sometimes we say or do things without thinking. That’s all. It’s innocent. It’s probably not the best idea, of course, but sometimes it happens.”

  “Let’s try not to let it happen. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  He holds me tight against him. His body is so warm. I feel like I could fall asleep standing up with my head on his chest. His erection is pressed against my stomach.

  “I gotta say, though,” he says quietly, “the way you wrapped your legs around me and grabbed my neck and pulled my hair like that… holy crap that was hot.”

  “You liked that, huh?”

  “I feel kind of funny saying it, but yeah, I liked it a lot. No one has ever done that to me before.”

  “You’ve never been dominated before?”

  “No, not really. Not like that.”

  “Good. I’m glad I was the first one to ever do that to you. How was your orgasm?”

  “One of the best I’ve ever had. How was yours?”

  “One of the best I’ve ever had. See?” I spread my legs so he can see the fluids shiny and sticky between my thighs.

  “Wow. Come here.”

  He moves me to the sink and sits me down on the countertop. He presses his erection against the slippery puddle between my thighs. The shaft rubs against my clitoris and the head slides up and down in my damp pubic hair. It’s heavenly.

  Kellan eases himself inside me.

  It takes my breath away.

  “God, you’re big.”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No.”

  “Tell me if it ever hurts, okay? I can’t relax if I’m worried that I’m hurting you or that you’re in pain. I can’t perform. Nothing will kill a good boner faster than being afraid that I’m hurting you.”

  “You’re not. Oh, God…” I lean back against the mirror. It’s freezing against my naked shoulders but I barely feel it. I spread my legs but they immediately begin to shake. Kellan holds them for me. He eases in and out very slowly.

  “This Viagra is good stuff, huh?”

  I nod as I watch his penis sliding in and out. I’m hypnotized by it.

  “How deep can I go?”

  “I don’t know. How deep are you now?”

  “About halfway.”

  “You’re only halfway in? Wow. Put it in all the way.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah.” God, I want it so bad. Sitting up like this, watching it going inside me, with the gentle light illuminating Kellan’s beautiful body… it’s like some sort of sexy, romantic sex show. A private show, just for me.

  “Okay, here we go.”

  Kellan adjusts his feet to get closer to me and pushes himself deeper. He’s filling me up, filling me fully, and I love it.

  My eyes close and I’m aware only of his body joined with mine.

  Oh I love it so.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No,” I gasp.

  “Are you sure?”

  I can’t even speak now. I reach with one hand and grab his hips and pull him against me, trying to take him even deeper. I want all of him, every inch.

  “Oh my God, Claire.”

  “Oh, Kellan… yes…”

  I grab his hard ass with my other hand and pull him even closer.

  He leans forward and sucks on my nipples, licking and kissing my breasts as he holds my hips and pushes himself into me.

  I feel myself getting close.

  He’s barely moving but I can feel it coming.

  I try to relax my PC muscles, trying to resist squeezing and flexing, but he’s so deep. I want this to last forever. But I can’t hold back any longer.

  “Oh God, Kellan… I’m going to come…”

  “Yes, Claire. Yes.”

  I can feel the warmth of Kellan’s scrotum and balls pressing against my ass. He is so deep.

  This sends me over the edge.

  I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper as the orgasm takes me.

  I can’t breathe it’s so good.

  “Oh God,” Kellan exclaims. He pulls out and rubs himself against my clitoris and pubic hair. His penis is… massive.

  Semen shoots out onto my breasts in long white ribbons that arc through the air and land hot and wet on my skin.

  I’m mesmerized watching him ejaculate.

  It always grossed me out seeing it online, but watching Kellan coming all over me is simply hot.

  I trace my fingers through it and smear it all over my breasts, making them shiny and wet.

  I lick my fingers, tasting it. I love the taste of Kellan’s semen. Sweet and salty with a hint of fruit and spice that is somewhere between cinnamon and nutmeg but unlike either of them, unlike anything I’ve ever smelled or tasted.

  “Wow,” Kellan says, just above a whisper.

  “What?”

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bsp; “That is so sexy.”

  “What is?”

  “You. Covering yourself with my come. God that is hot. You’re all wet and shiny and tan. And you are so beautiful.” He leans forward and kisses me hard on the lips. He angles his hips so that his erection slides down to my vagina and he eases himself up inside me again.

  It takes my breath away. It’s so good. “Wow.”

  “I just wanted to be inside you again.”

  “Want to do it again?” I don’t know if I have it in me, the stamina for a third round that is, but it feels so good I don’t want to stop.

  “Are you kidding? I just came twice in about fifteen minutes.”

  “You don’t have to come. Just… please stay inside me.”

  “Okay.” Kellan slides his arms under my legs and lifts me up. He carries me out of the bathroom and into the hallway.

  He stops in front of the big mirror.

  His hands are cradling my buttocks and he’s holding me in the air. He starts lifting me up and down, sliding my vagina up and down the length of his penis, impaling me upon him. He’s so hot and thick inside me.

  We’re both watching ourselves in the mirror.

  “You like that?” he whispers in my ear.

  His pelvis is slapping against me each time he penetrates me.

  “Uh… uh… uh… uh… ye-essss… uh… uh… uh…”

  I’ve always always always—always—wanted to get wildly fucked standing up, just like this. It’s the kind of thing that only happens to porn stars.

  But there I am in the mirror, with a gorgeous, muscular guy giving it to me so well I can hardly breathe.

  I feel myself build again.

  I’m not sure I can have a third orgasm.

  Nevertheless, I feel it approaching.

  Kellan is a machine. He’s holding me in the air, giving it to me. I can see his long, thick penis every time he withdraws and glides inside me again. We’re cheek to cheek, fixated on the mirror.

  Kellan’s breathing increases. A sheen of sweat appears on his body. I curl my arms around his neck. He’s having a workout, doing cardio, making love to me.

  My orgasm is still en route.

  And I’ve already had two.

  Everything between my legs tightens, squeezes, contracts. Hard.

  “Oh God yeah,” Kellan murmurs. “I feel you squeezing me.”

  And I am. I know I am.