Page 44 of Prince Cheating Charming

He started to walk toward me, but I put a hand out to stop him.

“Wait a minute,” I said. “Crawl to me.”

I couldn’t look away as I watched that asshole immediately drop down to his hands and knees, heading toward me with his eyes locked on mine.

My breath caught in my chest as I watched him crawl toward me, the muscles moving in his broad shoulders and down his strong arms. My nipples began to peak, hardening against the thin fabric of my soft shirt.

When he reached the bed, I saw him take a deep breath and then stroke my legs with one careful finger.

“Such perfect satiny skin,” he groaned.

His touch sent shivers down my spine.

I swallowed, forcing my hands to still on the sheets.

“You have one job to do,” I said sternly.

“Yes, my Queen,” Alexander replied eagerly, and for a moment there was a teasing tone in his voice that reminded me of the Before Times so much that there was an ache in my chest.

Then he drew my panties down my legs, the tips of his fingers a tiny scrape down my heated skin.

“Ohhh,” he moaned. “You’re so beautiful, Delilah. Please let me put my mouth on you everywhere. I want to worship you.”

“No!” I said sharply. “You have one job.”

He made a low painful noise, but tightened his hands on my thighs, gently spreading them wide.

It felt depraved and wanton just to have my thighs so wide, my pussy spread in front of him. And he looked at me like he wanted to gobble me up.

But for a second the King hesitated.

“How do you like it?”

“This isn’t a how-to lesson,” I said sharply. “You have ten seconds to make me feel good or you can get out.”

“OK, OK,” he said, a sharp edge of panic in his voice, and he gnawed on his lip for a second.

I thought for sure, judging by his previous performances, that he was going to go jackhammering at me with his fingers, but he took a deep breath, that little line visible between his brows again.

“I read an article online that said starting out slow is better,” he said. “So I’m going to try that and you tell me if you want me to go slower or faster.”

Then he ran his big fingers through my pussy lips and started to circle my clit slowly, his fingers wet and slippery, my core begging for him now.

Well, fuck, I didn’t know what had gotten into him if he was reading articles about how to pleasure me, but I was dripping wet and it felt incredible.

I tightened my lips together because I didn’t want to let him see how it affected me, but it was impossible to maintain my detachment.

I hadn’t thought he could be so patient, slowly circling my clit, sending little sparks of pleasure fizzling all along my skin and down my spine.

I felt my core tighten, the liquid warmth dripping down past his hands to pool on my thighs.

He bent so close that I felt his breath like a whisper on my thighs, and his tongue flicked out, dragging slowly across my pussy lips, making my hips buck from the bed.

“Does that feel good?” Alexander asked, and I had to take a gulping breath before I could answer, my chest heaving up and down.

I had planned to close my eyes and not look at him, but now I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the sight of him between my legs, my thighs spread before him, the golden blonde of his hair in sharp contrast to my tanned skin.

“It’s acceptable,” I said, willing my voice to remain cool and aloof.

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