Passenger Princess: A Grumpy Sunshine Bodyguard Pageant Queen Romance (Evergreen Park Book 1)

His lips hit mine, and it takes the breath from my lungs. One hand moves to the back of my head, holding me there, tipping my head back, and holding me where he wants it as he devours my mouth.

Instantly, my entire body goes up in flames, any irritation I felt moments before melting away as his tongue slides into my mouth, twining with mine. He presses me so my bare back is against the cool metal of the slow-moving elevator, his hips pressing into my belly so I can feel him growing hard.

I let out a breathy moan at the confirmation that I affect him as much as he affects me as his lips trail down my neck and he dips his knees, a hand going to my ass to lift me. My legs wrap around his hips, the slit in my dress making it possible.

‘You drive me fucking crazy, every moment of every day,’ he says into my neck, kissing and licking my ear and biting the lobe. The hand not holding me shifts to palm my breast, and without thinking, I arch my back into his hand.

‘I want you so bad,’ I moan. ‘Please.’

‘You’ll have me, Princess,’ he groans, my nails scraping at the back of his head, moving him to my mouth again so I can kiss him, claim him, and convince myself this isn’t some wild dream.

The elevator stops, dinging on our floor, and instead of setting me down, he carries me out of the elevator and down the hall, my lips pressing beneath his jaw as he takes us to the door of our room. He unlocks it, walks in, and then pins me to the wall to grind on him while he locks it.

Finally, his lips are back on mine, claiming and devouring and tasting me like his life depends on it.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I say, breathing heavily as his hand dips beneath the low neck of my dress and cups my breast.

“Give me one good reason not to,” he says against my neck, scruff scraping the skin there.

“Your job,” I pant into his neck, trying to remember why we shouldn’t do this, and he shakes his head.

“Who fucking cares?” he groans, his fingers rolling my nipple and pulling another moan from me. “Fucking perfect.”

“You should,” I say, unable to even form complete sentences, my hand on his neck pulling him close.

“Your contract,” he counters, and I see what he’s saying.

I don’t even care anymore. If it means I can have this man, does anything else matter?

‘“So fucking worth it.

“Exactly.”

He walks with me, leaving the little entryway to the living area before setting my feet on the ground. His hand pushes one strap of my dress down, and it falls easily with the low back. He then does the same with the other side, the entire front of my dress falling to my waist, revealing my breasts to him.

He groans, a sound that comes deep from his chest, and I watch this giant man fall to his knees, one hand moving to cup my breast and bring it to his mouth, the other moving to the fabric stuck around my waist. His lips suck on my nipple, his tongue rounding the point as he tugs with no patience on my dress.

“Zipper,” I say in a moan, my hand moving to the back of his head to hold him at the source of the deep pleasure I’m experiencing. “In the back.”

His hand moves, trying to find where it is, his mouth nipping at my nipple. Finally, he grips the zip, tugging until the entirety of my dress is pooling around my feet.

“Even these have little bows for a sweet little princess, don’t they?” he says, fingers grazing over the tiny bow at the front of my thong with the back of his hand before grazing down, a phantom of a brush over my already swollen clit through the fabric, then down further, my hips bucking to get more. Then his fingertips trail back up, starting at my center. “God, you’re soaked, and I’ve barely even touched you.”

I nod, looking down at him, and somehow, I feel both completely at his mercy and fully in control at this moment, a queen being worshiped by her loyal subject.

Holding my eyes, he dips down, pressing his mouth over my panties, licking over my clit and as he does, he groans loudly, like he’s getting more pleasure out of this than I am. My nails scratch at his head, pressing to get more of whatever he’ll give me.

His hands move up the sides of my thighs before his thumbs hook into the waistband of my thong. Dragging the panties down my legs, he stops halfway, then moves my legs apart, forcing the underwear to pull tight, a constraint that cuts into my skin and sets my skin ablaze.

Finally, one thick finger slides through my parted sex featherlight.

“Jaime,” I breathe, watching his finger circle my clit, knowing he’s looking at my face as he does, taking in my every minute reaction.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you say my name just like that?” he says low, then slides a finger into me with a low moan, enjoying this just as much as I am. “Fuck, Princess.” The finger slides out, the low lighting in the hotel bouncing off my wetness before he slides it in again. “How long I’ve wanted to finger this tight pussy, play with your pretty tits?” His fingers leave me, and I groan at the loss as his hands lift, spreading wetness over my nipples, cupping the weight of my breast in his hands. “How long I’ve waited to taste you?” He leans in, sucking my nipple into his mouth and licking me off of my skin. The groan that rips through him vibrates along my skin as he laves my nipple, getting every drop before releasing me.

“Yeah, I need to eat that,” he says as if to himself, standing before pulling my panties all the way down and lifting my naked body, walking ten feet to the couch with my legs around him as he takes my lips again with his. When his tongue slides in my mouth, I taste myself there, mixed with the distinct taste of Jaime, and it sends a new rush of wetness between my legs.

Setting me on the couch, he shifts to his knees in front of me.

‘Spread those pretty legs of yours,” he says. And I do as he asks, sitting at the edge of the couch, legs wide as I can. His hands go to the insides of my thighs, pushing to part me further.

“Wider.’ His voice is a deep growl now. “I need room to play.’

And then he does.

His wide tongue runs along me from my entrance to my clit, sucking and forcing me to buck my hips before he looks up at me. ‘Even better than I imagined, Ava. And I’ve imagined what you’d taste like a fuck of a lot.’

‘Oh my god.’ I look down at him, my jaw slack, and my eyes hooded. “I need more. Your fingers,” I moan. “Please. I need to be full.”

I don’t have to ask a second time as he groans at my words, his eyes locking on mine, and two fingers slide in. He starts to fuck me with them, sliding in and out, curling them exactly how I need, going the perfect speed as his mouth returns to my clit.

I lean back on my hands, looking down my body at him, at this man on his knees for me, eating me like his only wish on this earth is to make me come on his tongue. Never in my life have I felt so powerful or so wanted as I do with this man moaning into my pussy while he eats me out.

My orgasm builds in my stomach, big and hot and growing as he groans into my pussy. My hips move, bucking to get more, to get there faster, before his free hand moves, gripping my thigh and pushing my legs wider like he instructed.

“I’m going to come, Jaime!” I shout as the slight pain of the stretch of my hip tugs me over, feeling it wash over me as my orgasm explodes. His fingers slam deep, stroking me as I come on his tongue, shouting his name.

The orgasm expands, doubling when he moans into me and when I see his hand working his cock through his unbuttoned slacks, like the pleasure of eating my pussy was too much to bear.

As I slowly come back to myself, he licks me clean, kissing my clit and the sides of my thighs before he stands, sliding his pants and underwear down, his long, thick cock bobbing before my face as he does. Then his hands move to his shirt, unbuttoning and sliding both his jacket and button down to the ground as I watch, my body still humming.

“You’re always so mouthy with me; let’s put it to good use. Open up, baby.”

My entire body heats with the command because that’s exactly what it is: a command to open my mouth so he can fuck it. When I do, he fists himself, tugging once, twice, and making me mewl at the visual before twining my hair around his fist and using his leverage to guide my mouth to his cock.

I look up at him as he slides in, so I get to see his mouth drop open, his eyes rolling back as he hits the back of my throat, using a tug on my hair to pull me back, then push forward again, drawing a moan from him as he looks down at me.

He’s fucking my face.

He’s fucking my face, and I fucking love it. My eyes begin to water as my hand trails down my body, my legs still spread as I sit on the edge of the couch, finding my dripping pussy and circling my clit, a low hum of lust shooting through me.

“God, look at you playing with yourself, ready for me again just because you’re sucking my cock.” I watch him watch me, fingering my pussy, my mouth sucking him. His hand on my hair quickens, moving my mouth on him faster, and he’s thrusting into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat as I finger fuck myself in the same rhythm. “Jesus,” he groans, then pulls back, and I moan in disappointment.

A small smile hits his lips, and he shakes his head. “The perfect woman.” And then he’s shifting, lifting me and moving us to the arm of the couch while kissing me, the taste of his precum on my tongue mixing with the taste of my pussy on his lips from earlier.

I groan at the taste as he breaks the kiss before placing me on the arm of the couch, shifting me until my knees rest there so I’m kneeling, my hands on the seat of the couch. His finger trails down my slit, and I look over my shoulder at him, one hand on his cock as he watches that finger move.

‘I got tested before this assignment, and everything came back normal,’ he says. ‘And I know you’re on birth control. I’m happy to go grab a condom, but I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been dreaming about filling you with my cum, Ava.’

I clench at his words, and I know he sees it when he moans and slides a finger inside me.

‘I was tested at my last appointment, and I’m all good. Please, god—oh fuck,” I moan as he notches the head of his cock with my entrance, one hand resting on my hip.

“Move back, baby,” he says, his voice almost sweet.

I do as he asks and a low, guttural moan fills the room.

My moan.

My moan as Jaime’s too-thick cock stretches me and fills me deep at the pace I set. His hands hover gently on my ass, but I’m doing the work, filling myself with Jaime. When I look over my shoulder, he’s standing, looking down in awe as I take him.

“Jesus, baby, you should fucking see this, how pretty you look taking me. See how gorgeous you look full of me.”

My hips move back until I hit his thighs, finally full of him, the stretch just barely tinged with a pain I savor.

I take a deep, shaky breath. I’m going to explode.

I’m too full, he’s too perfect, and I can’t take it.

“I know, baby,” he says. “I know.” It’s as if he feels the all-consuming, thought-melting perfection of being joined like this.

Slowly, he slides himself out and then back into me, a hand moving to my lower back, pressing to guide me until my chest is pressed into the couch, my legs out, widening myself for him. My ass tips back, somehow taking even more of him, feeling him hit a set of nerves no one has ever touched, and my body jolts with it. He slides out again before slamming in hard, repeating the move as I groan at the exquisite feel of him.

Suddenly, it starts, the pleasure is too much, and I need to come.

I need to come, or I might explode.

“Jaime,’ I say, my hand sliding until I stop at my clit, rubbing hard, trying to ease the all-consuming ache between my legs he’s started, that he keeps stoking as he hits that spot deep inside me with each snap of his hips.

“That’s it. Rub that pretty clit while I fuck you, Princess. That’s it, baby.”

My hips buck as the pleasure builds in me as he fucks me, as he slides in deep, both hands on my hips guiding my movement, keeping me where he wants me. One hand leaves, coming back and spanking my ass. I moan with the move, with the burn, and with the way the pleasure floods my clit.

‘Fuck, I knew you’d like that, my bad girl.’ He stops moving, staying planted in me, and I moan my disapproval. The opposite hand from the first time lifts before cracking down on my skin as a scream leaves me, and my clit throbs beneath my fingers.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

‘Jaime, I need you, please.’

‘Then take it. Take what you want.”

I moan, but I start to move, bucking my hips and doing as he asks, moaning as he slides in then out. I start to move faster, fucking him as my fingers work my clit, as the orgasm to end all orgasms builds in my belly again.

“Look at my bad girl taking what she needs, fucking herself on my cock.”

“I’m so close, Jaime.”

“I know, baby, keep going, just like that.’

‘Yes, yes,’ I breathe. His fingers tighten on my ass, spreading me open for him. A distant sound hits my ears, then wetness hits my ass, his hand moving and his thumb rubbing in the wet on my asshole.

He spit on me.

He spit on me, and…his thumb on his left hand starts to move, pressing in slowly. My eyes drift shut at the feeling of him filling my ass, of being so fucking full of Jaime, at the way my hand is moving on my clit, the way his cock throbs as I fuck myself on it.

‘Come for me, Ava.’ And then his other hand moves, coming down with a loud clap, and I explode.

Too many sensations at once, all-consuming and cracking through me like electricity, and I come, screaming Jaime’s name as I shake. Somewhere, I hear Jaime groan as I clamp down on him, seeing stars.

As soon as I come down, he reaches over my back and tugs on my shoulder, so I’m on my hands and knees again. It’s a new angle, and he slams in harder than before, fucking me deep, this time for himself. My mouth drops open, but no noise comes out as he fucks me, as the fire burns, as my head goes a bit lightheaded, but the pleasure builds and builds in my belly once more.

I reach for my clit to take me over the edge, but he slaps the hand down before he pauses when his hips pull out until he’s barely in me, stopping the orgasm that wants to hit like a freight train in its tracks. I mewl in my throat, tipping my hips to try and get more.

He leans down, his chest pressing to my back. “You only come when I tell you to, Ava. That’s what bad girls get,” he says low and rough in my ear. “And you’re going to be my good girl and hold on until I let you come.”

“Jaime,” I moan, both because that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard and because I don’t think there’s any universe where I can hold on much longer. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can, and you will. For me, Princess, you’ll hold on.’ His hips move finally, sliding in slow, easy thrusts, endless, dull pleasure crashing through, but not enough—not what I need.

“Jaime, I need⁠—”

“I know exactly what you need, Ava.’ His right hand moves, wrapping around my hair and pulling my head back. The pinpricks of pain as he tugs transmit right to my pussy as he starts to fuck me hard again, as pleasure twines and twines with the tug on my hair, gasoline for the orgasm of a lifetime. When his hips hit deep and grind into me, it starts to spark and…

And he fucking stops, his hand releasing my hair, his cock sliding half out and stilling.

“Jaime!” I shout, looking over my shoulder at him. ‘Please.’

“You look so pretty begging me, Ava.”

“I can’t—” I say on a near sob, and the hand on my throat moves gently, skating down my neck, over my chest until he cups a breast gently.

“You can,” he repeats, his finger rolling my nipple, and he slides in slowly, filling me to the hilt before sliding out once more. The hand on my breast moves down again to rub my clit, the hand on the couch next to mine holding his weight as he does. My body aches, forcing him to slide in deeper, and I scream, but it’s not enough, just featherlight touches against my oversensitive clit.

“Jaime, Jaime. Please.“ I can barely choose words in my brain, much less conjure full sentences, when all my brain can think about is how good he feels, how much torture this is, and the now constant pulsing in my clit.

“I know, baby, I know,” he says, sliding in and out and moving his hand up my body, pinching my nipple again. “I’m gonna fill you, Ava, as soon as you come for me. Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, his body over mine as he bucks into me, fucking me hard, before finally, finally, slamming in deep and holding there, the hand on my nipple moving to my clit and rubbing as I shatter around him.

I come and I come, my entire body bucking into his as he groans my name loudly into my neck, filling me with his cum. He keeps slowly sliding in and out of me, his fingers on my clit, pulling one last orgasm from my body as he whispers hot words in my ear, but the last one is slower, softer, and somehow sweeter.

Silence takes over the hotel room before, finally, still inside me and with smugness in his words, Jaime speaks. “I told you we could make doggy work.’

And then I burst into laughter.