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Part IV

Summary: The bargain is fulfilled.

Word Count: 5,195

Warnings: explicit sexual content, erotica level detail smut, highly inappropriate for minors. 18+ readers only. Foul language, references to virginity, lots of fluff, and also, semi-rough sex. We can't have one without the other, right?

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Previous Chapter: Part III

Part IV - The Princess & the Lawyer

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Lloyd pushed you toward the bed.

“Lay flat.”

You did as told, only vaguely aware of anything except the pulsing need between your legs. He shoved a pillow behind your head and sat down next to your hips. Lloyd drew up the knee closest to him and draped it over his lap. You were spread open like this, with your left leg curled halfway around his torso.

His dark head bent to kiss the soft flesh of your belly. Goosebumps broke out at the unexpected tenderness as he peppered kisses across your stomach. Then he stroked your thigh, and you couldn’t help but stiffen. It wasn’t from rejection, but alarm at the approaching loss of control. Lloyd checked in with you, reading your expression and going soft. He patted your inner thigh and kissed the hollow of your hip.

“It’s okay.”

“What… what if I can’t?”

You were a little afraid of how powerfully your body was reacting. Everything he did affected you like an earthquake. And he’d just zoned in on your most vulnerable, sensitive area, one you hadn’t known existed. That master key he’d touched with an expert curl of his long fingers frightened as much as fascinated. The laser focus radiating from him warned that he wouldn’t go easy on you, first time or not. The carnal gleam in his eye was like looking at a tiger that had scented blood.

Lloyd chuckled, husky and knowing.

“Oh, cupcake. Don’t worry about cumming. I’ll take care of you. All you need to do is hold still.”

There was humor in his voice, because you were already squirming, too aroused to stay in place. You whimpered as he stroked his fingertips over your inner thigh. You prayed there was a cure for this awful tension. Lloyd must have sensed your fear, the need for reassurance that you’d survive what was coming, because he pried your hand from the blanket you were clenching and laced your fingers together.

“Princess, listen. I’m going to push you over the edge. And when you fall, I’ll catch you, too.”

You shivered as he stroked your thigh again. This time you spread your legs open a little more in response. Despite your fear, it was an invitation, permission for access to your softest flesh. Lloyd pushed a single finger into your channel. You whined, unsatisfied by the stretch.

“I know. You want more. Not yet, cupcake. Show me how good you can take one, and I’ll think about giving you another.”

You arched into his hand. Lloyd made a pleased sound in his throat. His satisfaction filled you with more joy than it should. He crooked his finger and didn’t hold back. He found the spot, stroked to bring it to life, and then he was fucking it, with harsh movements of his wrist. You screamed at the brutal pleasure that whipped up your spine, rocketed your pelvis into the air, and cut through your body. The pleasure was as intense as pain, violent, as it wrung out your muscles. That master key, the spot he’d teased, was mercilessly pounded. At the same time, his thumb worked your dewy clit with equal vigor. You were thrashing and sobbing, your sex undulating around his finger.

Suddenly, he thrust in a second digit. Your heels dug into the bed and your spine stiffened. You were so wet your thighs were slick, but the invasion made you flinch anyway. Lloyd murmured to you. His voice was soothing as he let go of your hand and pressed on your belly, holding you down. Your inner muscles burned as they accepted the thick intrusion.

“Fuck,” you breathed, struggling to keep still.

Lloyd eased closer, using his weight to keep your hips pinned. He rocked his fingers gently across the spot. You flexed and groaned.

“More, please… Lloyd!”

He passed his thumb over your clit and you jerked, trying to close your knees. The way he’d arranged your legs prevented the action. His laughter was warm.

“Is your pussy so desperate for a little attention that you can’t even keep your legs open? We’re just getting started and you’re drenching my hand.”

You mewled as he pushed deep, into an area so sensitive it almost felt sore. A guttural cry escaped and your pussy spasmed. Lloyd paused.

“Too deep, Princess?”

“No, it’s just… just…” you couldn’t describe it.

Lloyd grunted. “So, you think you can’t cum on my hand, huh? You don’t feel the climbing tension in your belly?”

His voice was light, almost mocking. You sobbed as he pushed down and his knuckles raked over the tender area, then his fingertips dug into your front wall, stroking your g-spot until your brain went fuzzy.

“Aaahh…”

He growled and picked up the pace. You were meeting each draw of his fingers, bucking at the most sensitive touches.

“My little firecracker,” Lloyd praised. “You love your sweet cunt getting worked by my thick fingers? You’re creaming yourself, shaking and whimpering. I know you’re fighting back that orgasm. It’s not so bad to let go, Princess.”

It felt like the room tilted on its axis as your head spun. A wave of pure ecstasy that rippled through every muscle. Your eyes glazed over, your jaw fell open, and you wailed. That aching, tender part of your pussy throbbed and Lloyd’s thumb ground into your clit.

“Fuck!”

You gasped out the single word and clenched your thighs. Then you were thrashing, kicking your heels into the mattress, and screaming. Sense was stripped down to the sloppy noise of Lloyd’s fingers fucking you and the spasms of orgasm in your core.

“Lloyd…Lloyd… Ah, Lloyd!!”

“Yeah. Good girl, Princess. Say my name. Let’s make sure the neighbors know who’s fucking the first orgasm out of this pussy. Stay!”

He barked at you as you tried to crawl away, frantic in the torrent of mind-melting pleasure.

“Take it all, cupcake. Let’s get that pussy nice and relaxed for my cock.”

Another tsunami of pleasure broke. It swept you away, then flung you into the next orgasm before you’d escaped the first. Juices flooded Lloyd’s hand and sloshed as he ravaged every ounce of pleasure your body could provide. After what felt like minutes of endless pleasure and desperate tears, you went limp.

Lloyd moaned as he pulled his fingers out. He licked at the cream and then shocked you by shoving them into your mouth.

“Lick it up. Suck ‘em clean. That’s it, cupcake. Pretty girl.”

You trembled under his praise and desperately tried to get your breathing under control. The taste of your juices was tangy and sharp. Lloyd sat up and moved between your legs. He grabbed your ankles, hauling you down the bed to him. With one arm he lifted you over him so you straddled his lap. You moaned at the friction and threw your head back.

“Please…”

“Mmmhh? What’s that? Talk to me, Princess. You fucked out? Need a break?”

Your head snapped up at Lloyd’s amused quip.

Break? No. He couldn’t stop. You were shaking in the vestiges of your first real orgasm, but you were still technically a virgin. His eyes were lit with satisfaction as he scanned your trembling body. He cupped your breast, flicking a plump nipple with his thumb. You yelped at the spark of pleasure that rocked to your core.

“Damn it! Please, just fuck me!”

“But Princess, you’re so tight on my fingers. You still need to loosen up. Then we’ll see about the rest.”

“I need it so bad, fuck, it hurts.”

A high pitched whine came from your throat.

Lloyd laughed.

“I think a virgin pussy should be totally devoured at least once before you let me pop your cherry.”

“But you already did, please…”

You needed to be filled, to feel him on top of you, his weight pressing you down. You needed him inside of you.

“I want you to come on my tongue, so I can lick it up, Princess. Before…” he laughed. “That was just a bit of teasing.”

You sobbed. Lloyd patted your thigh and pushed you off his lap. He rose to his knees and stripped off his button down, tossing it on the floor. Then he lowered his head to your core. The warmth of his breath on your sensitive folds made you lurch in surprise. Lloyd caught your thighs, pushing them down.

“Shhhh. Come on, Princess, hold still. Keep those legs apart and let me see you.”

You were shaking like a leaf. He kissed your clit, but held back his tongue.

“Your sweet little bud is pulsing. Such a beautiful treat for me, huh? I bet you can still taste yourself. Savor it, baby. I'm gonna spend some quality time down here.”

When he lapped at your clit in earnest, you cried and pleaded for mercy. Your whole body felt like it was on fire. Every muscle throbbed as you cried out, your words spilling out as nonsense.

“Oh… fuck… damn it… fuck!”

He ground his tongue even harder into your clit. You screamed. Your thighs trembled with tension as he nursed the bundle of nerves, undeterred.

“I can’t, not again. Lloyd! Please, I can’t!”

Lloyd smirked, his lip curling over your mound as he stroked his fingers into you, breaching your quivering muscles and delving for your spot.

The volcano exploded at the moment the double sided attack began. You melted into the bed, groaning at the intense clamp of your muscles. Your hips rocked helplessly against his face as he sucked it through the entire orgasm. You were pliant in the aftermath, legs dead, your heart pumping wildly. Lloyd crawled up your body inch by inch, kissing your calf, the back of your knee, your hip, ribs, sternum… until he nipped his way up your throat to your mouth. Then he sealed his lips to yours and fucked his tongue into your mouth with a growl that made your toes curl.

“Suck your juices off my tongue and say thank you, baby.” He dominated you with a deep kiss and gripped your chin. “What do you say, Princess?”

“Thank you!”

The tang on his lips as he nibbled your bottom lip made you shudder. Lloyd smirked.

“You’re welcome.”

He plucked at your engorged nipples. The tugs made you arch and whine. Lloyd ignored the reaction.

“Have you played with toys before?”

“Uuuuhhh…”

You were hardly aware of the response, because his forefinger was working your pussy open again.

“Toys, honey. What’s the biggest thing you’ve had in your pussy before?”

You moaned and trembled as his finger. One, then another, dipped into your cunt. This time your pussy spread open to welcome them.

“Lloyd!”

He chuckled. “Come on, no lying. My fingers aren’t the biggest thing you’ve had inside this creamy pussy.”

You clenched and pulled your knees together on a wave of ecstasy. Lloyd’s fingers went still. You groaned, lifting your hips into his hand in an attempt to renew the friction.

“Princess. Is this the first time you’ve been fingered?”

“Yes, don’t stop!”

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Lloyd was stunned. His digits curled in involuntary surprise, making you cry out. He worked his fingertips over the spongy tissue on your front wall and stared at your lax features as you lost yourself in the pleasure. He tried to take it in. This was the first time you’d been handled by a man. It was incredible to watch as you embraced the sensations and let go. Your surrender caused his control to fray.

There was a different feel to your tight muscles now, a suppleness that assured him you were enjoying this. He slowed and made long passes, delving as far as he could reach, stretching the ligaments. He pressed down, watching your face twist in pleasure, knowing he’d fill you that deep in a few minutes.

You should be on top for the first time, but he didn’t want to take you in that position. It was selfish to crave you underneath him, on your back with your legs around his hips. But he couldn’t escape the desire to root himself deep in your pussy as you submitted to the invasion, opening to accommodate his girth.

Fuck. The girth…

He turned his fingers sideways to spread your pussy. You whimpered, the noise edged with pain. Damn it. Lloyd felt the squeeze of your muscles pushing at his fingers now, rather than sucking them deeper. He had more work to do.

“Open up that sweet cunt. Use your hands. Show me how you play with your clit.”

You gasped and writhed when he swirled his fingers over your g-spot.

Lloyd kept his movements steady and consistent, waiting for your response. He’d already acquainted himself with your g-spot, but there was another area he wanted to explore. It was risky to delve so deep without knowing what you enjoyed, but his instincts had served him well this far. Lloyd shifted to lie beside you in the middle of the bed, moving your right leg so it draped over his left thigh. His left arm gripped your waist tightly. If this went how he expected, he’d need to hold you down. You settled into his embrace with a contented sigh, so out of place with your untamed responses that it melted him.

“Harder on the clit, cupcake. You can take it.”

You moaned, frustrated.

“Fuck me, Lloyd. I want it. Please.”

He was tempted, but stayed the course. You were so beautiful like this, strung out and desperate. He couldn’t rush. Also, you weren’t relaxed enough yet.

“One more finger, Princess. Keep rubbing yourself so it won’t sting.”

You sped up and kept at it until he pumped three fingers into your body. With only a few pulls of his hand, your thighs were shaking. You arched, squirming and keening with a long, drawn out wail as he attacked your g-spot again. Your words came out slurred and then devolved into senseless babble as you thrashed under the assault. Then he unfurled his fingers to their full length and eased them upwards. You mewled, pulling away. He tightened his grip and pushed the digits even higher.

“Feel good, princess? You like this?”

You groaned, and he drew his fingertips forward. Your back bowed, and he watched, entranced, as pleasure blossomed on your face. He was very careful not to use too much pressure, or touch your cervix. His cock twitched, as an unbidden image of you straddling him in reverse cowgirl came to him. If you liked this, he could just imagine you taking him in that position. He wanted to go as deep as physically possible until you were shaking from the intensity. Then he’d take control, guiding your hips as he fucked you through the fierce climax.

Lloyd shook off the image.

He stroked the anterior wall of your sex and was rewarded by a hoarse cry. Your pussy turned into a vise, gripping his fingers so tight he couldn’t even wiggle his fingertips. You shattered again, tears streaming down your face. He wanted to lick them up, taste the saltiness, and revel in the knowledge that he’d caused them. His cock throbbed painfully, and he felt like the zipper of his pants would be imprinted on it forever. The constraints were growing more uncomfortable by the minute. You collapsed, sobbing. Lloyd kissed your wet cheek and turned you on your side, drawing you to his chest. You buried your face in his shoulder and wept. He held you and stroked your back, knowing emotions were a part of such a raw orgasm.

He was turned on beyond anything he’d known in the past two decades. And despite that, he felt an unbelievable satisfaction. Your hair was tumbled, your mouth swollen, and you couldn’t seem to stop shaking. He was content to have you in his arms and savor the knowledge that he’d done this to you. He planned to do it again and again, for months.

“Lloyd…”

This time, your plea moved him to action. He settled you closer to the headboard, in the spot where he usually slept. When your head was settled on his pillow and your legs spread to accommodate him, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he was struck with pleasure. It hit him in the gut and stole the breath from his lungs. The familiarity and trust shining through as you allowed him to take the reins was sweeter than fresh honeycomb.

He undid his belt and groaned as his throbbing cock was finally freed. You gasped. He smirked at your shocked expression.

“What’s wrong, Princess?”

“Uh…”

“Don’t worry. It’s going to fit. I promise you’ll be able to take it all by the end of the night.”

“Oh… shit.”

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Lloyd moved over you, aligning your bodies. The weight of him pressing you into the mattress was delicious. His voice was low and sweet against your lips.

“Tell me if it hurts too much. You’re slick, but it’s going to be snug.”

“I don’t care, get it over with.”

Lloyd growled.

“I’ll give it to you when you’re ready.”

He pressed at the snug entrance, and you whimpered. It wasn’t intentional to tense, but the tip of his cock was broad and thick. His left eyebrow arched and your heart sank. You already knew what he was going to do. You threw your head back and moaned. Lloyd chuckled.

“One more taste, so you’re totally ready.”

Tears gathered in your eyes. Your mind stuttered at the idea of handling such intense pleasure again. You already felt like he’d stripped off two layers of skin to expose your nerves. As if you were a puppet with its strings cut, you couldn’t even protest as he sank down on his elbows between your legs - again. He spread you open with his thumbs and moaned at the sight of your glistening folds. Then he attacked.

There was no other description for the way he launched himself into the task. His tongue was broad and firm as he stroked every part of you, slobbering as he searched the crevices for hidden traces of your essence. He was dominating, then delicate, as he abruptly shifted tactics, fluttering his tongue over your clit. You gasped. He teased and taunted, flicking at the swollen bud he’d already lavished with attention. Your cry hit a vibrato note as he sucked your tender clit. Your toes curled as he pushed his first two fingers into your slit. He rocked them, in and out, in and out, as he took his pleasure from your clit.

You cried for mercy, but he didn’t even pause.

He went harder at your sensitive areas until you creamed on his hand. Lloyd moaned and smacked his lips, easing back from your abused clit. He moved down to devour the slick from your body. His tongue breached your entrance, forced itself into your channel, and thrust deep. You choked on air, scrambling for purchase as he ripped another orgasm from your hyper stimulated body.

Lloyd let you collapse into the pillows, holding your legs open as he surveyed the effects of his treatment with pleasure.

“You’re so sweet, Princess. This is the tastiest pussy. I could eat you for breakfast and dinner every day and never get tired of it. What do you think? Could we pencil it in?”

You shuddered and hissed. Lloyd chuckled. Your leg flexed as he kissed your inner thigh, caressing the other with his palm.

“Calm down, sweetheart. Deep breath.”

His coaching helped you suck in enough air to ease your frantic heartbeat. Then you went limp. He grunted, lifting himself on top of you. He fisted his cock and stroked it, guiding himself to your slick hole. It clenched as he pushed the head of his cock against your opening. Lloyd eased back and rubbed his dick in the slick folds, coating himself in your juices. The thick organ glided over your pulsing clit. You threw your head back on a shrill cry.

“That’s more like it. Good girl, so wet for me.”

You rolled your hips, mindless as you came down from the previous orgasms.

“Steady. Don’t move, Princess. Let me know if anything hurts.”

He pushed into you, just a little. You mewled at the slice of pain as he split your delicate muscles around an impressive girth. Lloyd shuddered and gasped before controlling the reaction.

“There you go, honey. That’s the tip. You okay?”

You moaned, trying to adjust. Having him inside of you pinched. He held still, his thickness spreading muscles that were unaccustomed to being pushed so far apart.

“Please, move. Please, Lloyd…”

To hide your discomfort, you begged for more.

He braced his hands on either side of your head, changing the angle. The adjustment let him slide in another inch. You gasped as your pussy rippled, drawing him deeper.

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“Easy,” Lloyd whispered.

He rocked against you, careful not to push harder while you were still adjusting. A moment passed as he let you recover. Then he thrust, watching your face. You moaned, eyes dilating with shock and pleasure. He rutted harder, and groaned as the snug clasp of your pussy welcomed him.

“Oh…”

You flexed your hips into his next thrust, whimpering. He felt the rush of wetness and snarled. Heat burned in his gut at the sensation of you creaming around his dick. Lloyd pulled back, withdrawing halfway, and grinned when you cried out in protest. Your hands caught at his waist.

“Don’t stop!”

Lloyd smirked.

“Alright, Princess. You gotta relax for me. You're so tight, gripping me like a vise. Open up so I can make you feel good.”

He brushed his thumb over your lips, admiring their plumpness as he stroked into you, inch by inch. Your body clenched, making each advance difficult. He had to trap you with his weight when he slid past your g-spot and you thrashed. Lloyd paused at the halfway mark. You were trembling, your skin soaked with sweat, and your eyes glassy with the tears of prior orgasms. Their irises were bright with pain, which you probably thought you were hiding. He felt the tightness around his dick, a nearly uncomfortable grip, and knew you were fighting to accept every centimeter.

“Push against me,” Lloyd instructed.

To his relief, you obeyed. Your hips jerked and stuttered as pleasure flashed over your features. Your nails dug into his back. His balls tightened at the bite of pain, a sweet reward for his patience. Your breathless gasp was music to his ears. The last few had been strained with discomfort. He kissed you and grunted when your pussy rippled around him in response.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re doing so well. Roll your hips like that.”

He braced himself and fought the urge to help you get accustomed to the invasion by pummeling all the way to your cervix. His knees locked at the punch of desire the thought caused. You were so narrow. The intense strength of your pussy muscles belied their delicacy. He didn’t dare push any further until you showed him you were ready. You raised your hips, and he rutted down at the same moment.

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry. Lloyd snaked a hand under your back, holding your hips as you tried to retreat. Your legs flexed, the muscles clenching. He could feel your walls fluttering with a violent response and see the intensity of the feeling play out on your face. His cock twitched impatiently.

“Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe.”

You gasped and convulsed around him, your pussy spasming, and cried out. Your wild expression ignited a desperation that he’d never felt before as you milked at his cock. Fuck, you were ready. Lloyd slid back so only the tip was left inside. With a harsh stroke, he buried himself to the hilt. You reacted like he’d hit you with a cattle prod, shrieking.

For a split second, he was afraid he’d hurt you. Then he felt the pulsing flutters and slickening of your inner walls and groaned. He was filled with a heady sense of triumph as you unraveled underneath him for the first time. He forced all the discipline he’d ever learned into staying still, allowing your orgasm to claim you. When it faded into shivers, he took your mouth. You moaned, lost in the aftermath. He had to pause, and admire your damp skin, tear filled eyes and revel in the limp grip of your hands on his waist. You were so dazed it was actually cute.

Seizing the advantage of your weakened state, he eased back and sank in again, this time on a deeper angle. You squealed and trembled, but he was prepared for the sharp flash of pleasure this time. He growled as you twisted your hips, trying to escape.

“Come on, Princess, you can take it all the way. No cheating.”

Your eyes flew open in shock at his crass demand. Lloyd couldn’t resist another deep thrust, drawing back so far he almost left your tight grip, then slamming home. You jackknifed against him, sobbing out helpless little noises, beyond words. He eased into a gentler tempo and followed his intuition to find the angle that made your muscles quake. He knew he’d found it when you stiffened and tossed your head, eyes rolling back. You were already lost in the grip of desire that took you into your own world.

He sat back on his haunches and drew your legs together. Holding them to his chest, he set a steady rhythm that turned your body languid. Lloyd groaned as your tight channel softened into a welcome clasp. You panted, clearly drained, the exhaustion showing in your slack muscles. Then Lloyd pushed you onto your side, folding your legs together, keeping them spread just enough that his access was unhindered. Positioned like this, you were totally vulnerable. His big hand stroked your knee as he raised it another inch to expose your pussy a bit more. You clenched, keening as he stroked gently into you. The thrust was lazy, yet determined.

“Look at me,” Lloyd grunted.

He pulled back and waited until your eyes locked to repeat the movement. Your spine curved, and you trembled. He pushed even deeper, to the spot that made your eyes roll. You shrieked and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets as he thrust deep, allowing his needs to take the reins. Your litany of cries, the sound of you sobbing his name, sent him careening towards the edge. His fingers delved between your legs and rubbed your clit. You lurched away from the intense contact and, just as he’d planned, deep on his cock. You jerked. He held you down for the next thrust and you screamed, your pussy soaking his cock. You clawed at the mattress, babbling unintelligible words. Lloyd fought back the orgasm, needing to see you lose control. He drove his hips faster and teased your clit. Finally, you threw your head back on a guttural cry, and were swept away into a brutal climax.

He spilled his seed and gasped at the sudden realization that he was bare inside of you. No thin barrier of rubber separated your bodies. The awareness kicked his orgasm to another level. Lloyd groaned, reveling in bliss of delayed gratification. He caught his weight on his elbows and sank on top of you. His cock was still pulsing, trapped in your blazingly hot muscles. He could feel how tight you still were and didn’t dare withdraw. Lloyd sighed and coiled himself around your back. He felt the drag of sleep pulling his eyelids down and cuddled closer. You convulsed, hissing as your body quaked in response. His eyes flew open, and he propped himself up on his elbow, staring at you.

Your eyes were closed. Tears streamed down your face. Your lips trembled and he could feel your muscles trembling as well. You were shaking. Not dramatically, but with low, intense shivers that were almost hypothermic. You gave an agonized cry of overstimulation, and his dick reacted, pumping out the last of his release. Lloyd grunted at the harsh pleasure.

“Fuck,” he swore, gathering you into his arms.

Moving you changed the pressure, and you wailed, turning rigid for a split second, then sobbing. He was near disbelief as your muscles squeezed in another orgasm. Lloyd rocked his hips to guide you through the last quivering sensations. When it finally eased, you keened out a moan so erotic it would have turned his cock hard again, if he were ten years younger. Lloyd buried his face in the crook of your neck and held you as you sobbed. He could feel your lingering reactions and tightened his arms to keep you grounded.

He’d have asked if you were okay, but he couldn’t get the words out. Even if he could, he doubted you’d have an answer. The shivering finally eased, and you relaxed. When he leaned over, it didn’t surprise him to see that you’d fallen asleep. Not wanting to leave your warmth, Lloyd stayed inside of you as he softened. When he pulled out, he was careful, not wanting to cause anymore strain on the well-used muscles.

The rush of wetness down your thighs made your lashes flutter. You groaned as he rolled you onto your back. Lloyd checked you were semi-conscious, then went to the bathroom for a washcloth. He cleaned your sweaty face first, coaxing you to awareness, and ran it over the back of your neck. When he reached between your legs to take care of the sticky mess he’d left, you jerked away. Lloyd caught your knee, and you kicked at him.

“Please… no… I can’t…”

He was amused by your horror at the prospect of another round. It was flattering that you’d think he was capable again this quickly. It was your lack of experience showing, but he was flattered nonetheless.

“Calm down, Princess, I know you’re overwhelmed. I’m just cleaning you up. We didn’t use anything. Come on, don’t fight me, I’ll be gentle.”

He pitched the words in a low, husky voice. You calmed, trusting the tone, even if you were probably struggling to make sense of the words. Lloyd quickly washed away the sloppy mess left by his release, but he couldn’t help but linger an extra moment. The sight of your puffy sex, still tender and swollen from his handling, was something he wanted to remember forever.

He rinsed the cloth in the bathroom. In the bright light, he was startled to see a spot of blood on the rag. Fuck. He cast his mind back to the spasm of pain that had passed over your face at his first thrust. The evidence suggested it had been more intense than he’d realized.

Lloyd came back to the bed, expecting to find you asleep. Instead, your eyes opened when he pulled back the covers. He drew you to his chest and snuggled his arm under your breasts. You murmured, and he kissed your shoulder.

“Go to sleep, Princess. I’m right here.”

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Next - Part V

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Backstory - How Princess Met the Lawyer

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