Page 52 of Prince Cheating Charming

I felt his heated breath again, on my bikini bottoms, right above the wet, needy place between my thighs.

“Can I make you feel good?” he asked, his thumbs popping underneath my straps, gently stroking my hips.

“Someone might see us,” I protested, but god I wanted to.

“You know the palace is like a ghost town on Sunday afternoon,” he countered teasingly, and I couldn’t resist him.

“Just a quick one,” I said, letting my thighs fall open, and Alexander pounced on me ravenously, yanking my bikini bottoms down and burying his head between my thighs.

I squealed with the sensation, my hand on his head as he spread me open and began to devour me. Unlike before, my husband now paid careful attention to the noises I made and how I liked it, and now he knew exactly what to do to send me spiraling into ecstasy.

His tongue gently swirled around my clit, making me dig my heels into the deck chair, then he sucked the sensitive bud in his mouth, letting the sensation flood pulse-pounding heat through my body, then he moved to run his tongue down the whole of my slick pussy and gently swirled around my clit again.

“Oh god, just like that,” I cried, tightening my hand in his hair.

Alexander’s low voice rumbled against my clit as he carefully pressed a finger deeper into my heat.

“I love how wet you are for me. You’re so goddamn fucking hot, Delilah. Making you come all over my face is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done.”

I moaned again as his expert tongue sent pressure twisting in my core, my release building like an inferno inside me.

Fuck it, just this once. . .

And I pulled at Alexander’s hair, urging him up.

He looked at me for one burning second, his hungry blue eyes scanning mine to make sure what I wanted, then he moved up with a groan.

His mouth felt desperate on mine, the low hungry noises he made as he held my face, kissing me with deep, urgent strokes of his tongue. And my mouth opened eagerly for him.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god,” Alexander kept saying in between kisses, his tongue making me burn even hotter for him.

My hips thrust up, wanting him inside me, and I felt him fumble for his swim shorts, yanking them down and getting my legs all wet, but I didn’t care.

I let out a high, greedy whimper as he slid his cock into me.

I was already so wet, and he groaned again, louder this time.

“You feel amazing,” he cried against my lips. “So wet and ready for me. I—don’t know how long I can last, baby. It’s been so long and you feel too good.”

Each stroke made me tighten my hold on him, my fingers tangling in his hair, wanting him even closer.

Alexander.

And this time he reached a hand down to the slippery place between my thighs where our bodies connected and began to rub.

The pressure in my belly tightened in an achingly needy twist, and I hit my peak, gasping and shuddering as the waves of pure pleasure flooded me, my body tightening around his cock, pulling his release from him as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He came on a feverish low groan, his lips on my throat, kissing and sucking my sensitive skin until my last tremor was gone. As he only tightened his hold on me, I felt something wet drop down onto my upturned face, rolling down into the soft hollow at the base of my throat.

Panting, I looked up to see the King rubbing his eyes. My jaw dropped to see that he was crying.

I had never seen him cry before.

His eyes met mine.

He blinked rapidly, but didn’t look away, the tears gathering in the hollows under his eyes, slipping down the high cheekbones.

“I’ve just missed you so much,” Alexander said. “Everything about you. The way you looked at me, like you trusted me to keep you safe. The way it felt to kiss you. The way I always saw love shining in your eyes.”

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