Page 33 of My Prince

He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. My bra was quickly disposed of, and then his hands were on me like there were magnets in them, drawn to every part of my body. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine as he caressed my skin. Fade’s fingers traced the curves and lines of my body, making me feel like he was worshiping every inch of me.

His lips were all over my face, trailing down my neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. My hands moved over his body, feeling the hard muscles under his skin. I ground down on him, feeling the bulge of his dick through his jeans, making me ache with need.

“I want you, cupcake,” Fade gasped, his voice rough with desire.

“I want you, too,” I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation.

My hands moved to the button of his jeans, popping it open. I slid down the zipper, feeling the heat of his body against my fingers. Fade lifted his hips, helping me tug his pants and underwear down. His fully erect and hard cock sprang free, and my breath caught in my throat.

“Oh my god,” I gasped as my eyes took in his enormous cock with a piercing glinting at the tip.

Fade’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer. “You like what you see?” he asked, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away from him. “Yeah,” I breathed, feeling a flush of heat spread through my body. “I really do.” I scrambled out of my pants, not wanting to be away from Fade.

He chuckled softly, his eyes dark with lust as I climbed back on top of him. “Good,” he said, his hands guiding me down. “Because I can’t wait to feel you around me.”

I shivered at his words, my own arousal growing. I shifted, positioning myself over him, feeling the tip of his cock brush against my entrance. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, gasping at the sensation of him filling me. He was big, stretching me in ways that made me feel every inch of him.

Fade’s grip on my hips tightened, his eyes locked onto mine. “God, Adalee,” he groaned. “You feel so fucking good.”

I moaned softly, rocking my hips, feeling him deep inside me. “You too,” I whispered, my hands resting on his chest as I began to move.

His hands guided my movements, setting a rhythm that had us both gasping and moaning. The piercing added an extra layer of sensation, driving me wild with pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building, a tight coil of heat in my core.

Fade’s lips found mine again, kissing me deeply as we moved together. Our bodies were in perfect sync, each thrust and grind pushing us closer to the edge. I felt his hand slip between us, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in time with our movements.

The sensation was too much. I cried out, my body tensing as my orgasm crashed over me. Fade followed me over the edge, his own release triggering mine. I felt him pulse inside me, filling me with warmth.

We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath, our bodies still connected. Fade’s hands caressed my back, his touch gentle and soothing.

“That was fucking amazing,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.

I smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. “Agreed,” I replied, resting my head on his chest.

I kept my head on Fade’s chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. His heartbeat was strong and comforting beneath my ear. I closed my eyes, soaking in the warmth and the afterglow of what we’d just shared. It was perfect, and for a moment, I forgot about the shitstorm surrounding the club.

But then I felt something unexpected—a slight shake beneath my cheek. At first, I thought it might be my own imagination, but then it happened again. Fade’s chest was trembling, and I realized he was laughing.

I lifted my head and looked up at him, puzzled. “What’s so funny?”

His eyes were alight with amusement, a wide grin spreading across his face. “You, cupcake,” he chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “The way you looked when you saw my piercing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so shocked.”

I blushed, the memory of my reaction coming back to me. “I wasn’t expecting that,” I admitted, biting my lip. “You caught me off guard.”

Fade laughed harder, his body shaking beneath me. “Well, I’m glad I could surprise you,” he said, his hands moving to rest on my hips. “But your reaction was priceless.”

I couldn’t help but laugh with him, the sound bubbling up from deep within me. It felt good to laugh, to share this moment of lightness with him. “I guess I’ll just have to get used to it,” I teased, poking him playfully in the chest.

He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, you will,” he said, his voice low and promising. “I plan on giving you plenty more reasons to be surprised.”

Our lips met in a gentle, tender kiss, starkly contrasting the passion we’d shared earlier. Knowing that Fade was here, I felt a sense of peace wash over me.

When we finally pulled away, I nestled back into his chest, feeling his arms wrap around me. “You know,” I said, my voice muffled against his skin, “I never really liked this couch before tonight.”

He stroked my back, his touch soothing. “See, all you needed was me to help you appreciate it.”

“Maybe you can help me appreciate my bed more,” I whispered.

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