Page 18 of The Dragon Prince's Rejected Mate
“This morning,” I reply, “before I flew here to deliver the message to you and to tell Miss Patterson and Mr. Giordani that they are no longer to bother themselves with you. They are to return home and wait until the EU calls us and tells us that they’ve appointed your replacement. We’re done with you.”
Jannsens looks about to protest for a moment, but in the end, he hangs his head. The three of us stand and leave him there to reflect on the consequences of his poor choices.
Brooke and I bid goodbye to Mr. Giordani at the airfield. He will fly home to Naples.
As soon as Brook and I are in our airplane, her lips meet mine and her hands slide in between my legs.
ChapterNine
Coming together
Brooke
To say that watching Aiden cow that asshole was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life is an understatement. Watching him put Jannsens in his place has been the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Yeah, I know I repeated myself. I can’t think of any words that actually do justice to it. What can I say besides it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life?
Well, one of the sexiest things I’ve ever experienced in my life. I have to say, the way that Aiden eats my pussy is far sexier than anything I’ve ever…
Oh you get the point.
“God, Aiden!” I cried, “God, you feel so good!”
He slides one hand up to grip my breast, squeezing hard and tweaking my nipple. I moan and when he slides two fingers of his other hand into my pussy while continuing to suckle my nipples, I gasp and stiffen.
My eyes stare down at him in shock, and I have just enough time to moan, “Oh God, Aiden,” before I scream and shatter as an orgasm far more powerful than any orgasm I’ve ever had in my life hits me like a freight train.
I flail and writhe underneath him, gasping and shuddering as every single nerve ending in my body lights up like a Christmas tree. All of my senses become hyper-aware, and I can feel each time his fingers travel in a short, tight circle around my g-spot while his mouth suckles my clit out of its hood and over his tongue, which cradles it and moves around it in rapid figure eights that send repeated lightning bolts of pleasure up my spine.
“Oh God, Aiden!” I cry out again, “Oh God! Oh…God!”
I don’t know if I’m having a second orgasm in the middle of this orgasm or if I’m just peaking again during the same orgasm. There’s no letdown in between climaxes. I reach the pinnacle of pleasure and then just elevate to an even higher pinnacle. I scream and gasp and writhe and moan and shudder and basically go crazy underneath him, and God, he doesn’t even stop. He doesn’t slow at all.
He doesn’t even slow when he stands and slams his cock into me, and though I’ve had enough sex with him over the past nine months that I expect it now, it still shocks me when the pleasure I feel intensifies yet again and becomes so powerful that I can barely remain conscious.
“God, Aiden!” I cry out, except my body is so tense that I can barely whisper. “God, you feel so good!”
He keeps thrusting into me fast and hard, and I feel almost as though I transcend to some higher plane of existence. I know I sound cheesy saying that, but I really don’t know how else to describe what happens to me. I feel as though I dissipate into a cloud of warm, tingling nerves. My senses fade, but at the same time seem to sharpen and clarify. I don’t know where my body ends and his begins, but at the same time, I can feel every inch of his cock open up every inch of my pussy. I can feel the contours of his shaft and I can feel my pussy gripping his cock, wrapping around the ridge of his head and pulling and sucking on him to draw him in deeper so his cum goes deep into me where it belongs.
He's so good. He’s so much more than I ever expect to have with anyone.
I mean, how does someone get this good? How can he be so much better than any fantasy I ever have before now that it exceeds even my wildest dreams of sex?
I don’t know, but at this point, I don’t much care. I just love the way he feels. I just love holding him. And when he cries out, and I feel his cock pumping inside me, I love that my body responds automatically, adjusting the rhythm of my own orgasm to match his so that my pussy relaxes when he pumps and tightens and squeezes immediately afterwards to draw his cum as deep into me as possible and pull as much out of him as possible.
I’m on birth control, and I’m glad for that, because I would definitely get pregnant if I wasn’t. Our bodies seem in tune in ways that exceed the normal compatibility of two individuals who are attracted to each other. It’s not exaggerating to say that it feels like we were built for each other.
We lay in each other’s arms for a long time after we finish. I close my eyes and focus on the soft, steady rise and fall of his chest, the power of his heartbeat and the weight of his cock deep inside me. I can hear the soft hum of the jet engines and feel the minute vibrations of the aircraft as we speed toward home.
It hits me suddenly how crazy it is that I’m fucking my billionaire boss in a private jet and heading to our massive estate in the mountains. It feels like I’ve somehow been transported from the real world into a fairy tale. I’m the princess and he’s the prince.
I must fall asleep because when I open my eyes, Aiden is no longer inside me. He’s covered me with a blanket. It’s dark outside, which surprises me because it’s a short flight back home.
He smiles at me and says, “We arrived hours ago. I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful.”
I smile at him and say, “You didn’t have to do that. And you definitely didn’t have to stay with me.”
He meets my eyes and says, “Brooke. There’s no place I would rather be than at your side.”