Page 24 of Forgotten Prince

“Mmm, yes,” she whines, her hips writhing like she wants to ride my finger but she’s not sure how to do it. Her breasts heave, demanding to be free of her bra.

Those strong legs that grip me close start to move. The tender flesh of her thighs rubs against the outer seam of my jeans.

“I’ve got you, Jo.”

I slip a second finger inside. Her brow furrows. Jo pulls me close and crashes her mouth to mine.

“Relax into it. You don’t have to ride me, just let me take care of you.”

Her face softens, and her muscles relax around my stroking fingers.

My thumb meets her prominent clit, hard and warm. I curl my fingers forward and strum her clit at the same time. Her eyes close as her body tenses up again.

“Jakob…Jakob! I’m coming…”

“If you keep moaning my name like that, we’re gonna have a problem,” I murmur against her mouth, continuing to rub and stroke with my curled fingers.

Her moans make me crazy, and I feel compelled to take her plump bottom lip between my teeth. I’m crazed for her. I absolutely must put a stop to her gasping and repeating my name like that. It’s too much. Too sweet. This is all so new to Jo, and she responds with so much intensity. Her sensitivity makes me hard to the point of pain.

“Problem? No problems!” Jo breathes. “D-do whatever you want!”

I can’t stop touching her. I can’t stop—will never stop—making her feel this good. If I spend the rest of my life making her writhe and come this good, I’ll have lived my life to the fullest.

I’m surprised at the growl that comes out of me. The throb in my jeans is out of control, and just as I think I’m about to lose it, my sweet Jo’s orgasm seizes her.

Those breathy little squeaks are the most fucking adorable sounds I’ve ever heard.

My forehead meets hers as her release rolls through her, my hand wringing out every last bit of pleasure she can stand.

Pulling back, I let her watch me suck my fingers clean, taking pleasure in her shocked expression. Her lips part as if she wants to say something, but she hesitates.

“You taste incredible,” I say, licking the last of her sweetness from between my fingers. “In case you were wondering.”

15

Jo

Dinner is outside, on a blanket in the garden.

I’ve barely said a word since the moment we shared on the sofa.

I have never done anything like that with anyone, and honestly, I’m still processing it all. He made me feel things, made me want to blurt out very uncharacteristic phrases. Dirty ones, for sure. More alarmingly, I found myself fighting back the urge to use words like “love.”

We are most definitely not ready for that. Jakob and I aren’t even officially a couple yet. Are we?

As we sit together and share a comfortable silence, Jakob devours his dinner. I blush while watching him inhale his chicken and peas.

I nibble on my food, not sure what to say.

“It’s been forever since I felt anything like that,” I finally say, filling the silence.

Was that too much?

On one hand, I feel powerful and sexy after having been manhandled to the point of a mind-numbing orgasm. On the other hand, I feel so strange and exposed now that I’ve said that.

And for another thing, I wonder what it means that he didn’t let me finish him off. Not that I know how to. But maybe he sensed that I wouldn’t know.

“I hope that’s a good thing,” he says with a questioning grin.

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