Page 11 of His Perfect Princess

At my reminder, she blinked, and leapt into action. With one arm full of her skirts, her other hand went to her curls, pushing her folds open and brushing one finger down her wet lips.

Looking down on her like I was, so close, I could see it all.

“Like this, my prince?”

“Aye,” I answered in a gravelly voice, not sure how much more I should push for at this first time. I traced her cheek again, then dragged my finger down her neck. Here. Here was where I want my cum to drip… “But I want ye to describe it. Tell me what ye’re doing.”

“I…I am touching myself, sir. I am stroking my wet cunny lips with one finger.”

“Do ye like it?”

She hesitated only a moment. “Very much so.” Her gaze dropped.

“Look at me!” I snapped, and when she hurried to comply, I brushed my finger down her neck again in reward. “That’s a good lass.” A deep breath, while I stroked my rock-hard cock a few more times. “Now, what are ye doing to yourself?”

“I am playing with my pearl, sir.” Those beautiful violet eyes never left mine, trusting, obedient. “I am using another finger to stroke my core.”

“Is it wet?”

“It is dripping wet, sir.”

“Why is that, do ye think?”

She only hesitated a moment, her cheeks even pinker now.

From embarrassment? Or arousal?

“Because I am a little hussy, sir. I-I want to do this. I…enjoy obeying you.”

I groaned in pleasure. “All for me. My little hussy.”

“Yes, sir.”

Holy fook, she was better than I’d imagined. I turned slightly, so my cock was nearer to her face. I was tall, but at this angle, I could brush it against her cheek, which I did.

She moaned, and leaned into the touch, which prompted me to stroke it a few more times, completely aroused by the smooth, perfect skin of her cheek. Christ, I wanted her to touch it so badly…but this was more arousing than I could’ve imagined, merely seeing her touching herself.

“Clarissa, if ye want this position, I’m going to need to see some proof of what ye offer.” My voice was hoarse with need again. Fook. “Ye’re going to let me put my cock inside yer mouth, and ye’re going to suck me off. Have ye done that before?”

Her fingers never stopped moving, and her eyes were hazy with arousal when she shook her head frantically. With her frantic breathing, the misty lust in her eyes, I knew she was close to coming.

“Will ye do that for me, Clarissa?”

“Yes!” she gasped. “Yes, my prince!”

I could see her fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy, her thumb punishing the nub of her clit as she pushed herself closer to ecstasy. I felt tightness rising from my ballocks. Christ, I wanted to taste that pussy, to see it up close.

But not today.

Today was about seeing if we were compatible…

She must’ve decided to take the initiative and deny herself her own pleasure—I made a mental note to compliment her on that later—because those gorgeous pink lips latched around the tip of my cock, and her hand, dripping wet, came up to hold onto my shaft.

“Nay,” I managed to choke out around the surge of pleasure which came from my head being totally enveloped by her mouth. “Nay, keep fingering yourself, Clarissa. I want ye to come for me.”

When she groaned, I felt the vibrations clear down to the base of my cock, all the way through my thighs. Holy fook she was good, and most of that was because she was so damn innocent.

And she was all mine.

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