Page 66 of Princess Broken

Hearing my name on her tongue makes my cock throb and my heart swell, so I continue to rub that secret place with my tongue. Then, remembering her reaction when I sucked on her nipples, I latch my lips tightly around the tiny nub to suck.

She exhales—hard—and her body bucks and thrashes. She’s clearly approaching another climax, so I slide my index finger inside her to enjoy the contractions I earlier felt massaging my cock.

The ferocity and speed of her internal contractions on my finger is shocking given her tiny size, and so I slide my finger in and out of her, as I continue to suck on her hard nub, hoping I can make her contractions last forever.

My cock’s been inside more cunts than I could begin to count. The Master started our fuck training when we were still human boys. And while I’ve felt women climax around me before, I’ve never really cared or enjoyed the feeling like I am now, even though it’s around my finger and not my cock.

Her legs weaken. Her upper body falls back toward the wall. So I jump up to catch her.

Then I look into her heavily lidded eyes. Her skin has flushed, her lips have deepened in color too, and her lashes flutter against the tops of her cheeks, as if I’ve drugged her. Perhaps I have. I feel drugged too.

Her insides tighten.

I left my finger inside her when I leapt up. But she doesn’t seem to mind, so I bend it inside her, stroking, and then thrust it in and out a few times, mimicking what I’d like to do with my cock.

Her lips part even further and her pupils widen as she looks into my eyes. Her expression is full of delirium. Encouraged, I let my middle finger join with the first, and she moans at the increased girth, licking her lips as she gazes into my eyes. I’ve never seen a woman’s face during any sex act. What a wonder.

Her cunt is tight around my two fingers and the last thing I want to do is hurt Ana, but I’m reminded that she did have my cock inside her earlier, so I add my ring finger along with the first two. Her head tips back and her eyes close, her eyelashes fluttering against her soft skin.

I kiss her under both eyes, then on top of each eyelid, and then on her temples, her cheekbones, her forehead, her nose. And still her cunt pulses around my plunging fingers, not in rapid convulsions like during her earlier orgasm, but in what feels like deliberate slow squeezes, like she’s using her body to stroke me, to show her appreciation for the pleasure I’m giving her.

I have so much to learn about pleasing Ana, things I’m eager for her to teach me, and as my fingers slowly pump inside her, my thumb shifts. Getting an idea, I use my thumb to search for that nub again.

The instant I find it, she reacts. Her pelvis pulses, like it’s encouraging me, and so I push down on the nub, rubbing it for a while and then releasing the pressure to stroke it lightly as my fingers continue to move inside her. It’s impossible to tell which of those two motions she likes better—the pressing or the flicking. Her body reacts to both.

“Oh, Flame, oh!” Her head tips forward to rest against mine, and I shift our faces so that I can kiss her, letting my tongue slide into her mouth, moving it in time with my fingers sliding inside her cunt.

Another orgasm strikes her. Her body thrashes in my arms as our kiss deepens, as if her mouth is the only part of her body over which she has any control.

As her shuddering subsides, I slide my fingers out from inside her and simply stroke her down there, petting her wetness, like someone might soothe a wild animal, taming her, making her mine.

The word mine sends a growl racing up from my chest, and she presses against my body as if even the sound brings her pleasure.

She clings to me, breathing heavily, stroking my shoulders and back, sliding her body against mine as I caress her. I marvel at how tiny she is, how soft she is, inside and out. Her hair, her skin, her cunt, her mouth. Every part of Ana is as soft as the next and my drive to protect her intensifies.

With or without any duty, I would guard this woman with my life.

Her mouth slides over my throat. Does she need to feed again? I tip my head to give her better access, but she moves her lips close to my ear.

“I want you inside me again.”

Leaning back, I look into her eyes as I lift my fingers, still damp with her juices. “Is this what you want inside you?” I grin.

She shakes her head.

“This?” I stick out my tongue, forming it into a tight roll.

Laughing, she shakes her head again.

“What part of me do you want?”

“Your…your hardness,” she says.

Trying to look confused, I hold up my finger again. “But this is hard.”

“Your penis,” she says, and I laugh.

Worry lines form on her forehead. “What’s so funny?”

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