Page 20 of Princess of Hell

“Would you like to see how hard I am for you?” Jacks purred. His brown eyes looked almost golden.

The words got lost between my brain and my mouth. I nodded

“I’ll show you, Silver, but only if you tell me.”

“Show me how hard you are for me.” The words barely left my mouth. As the Princess of Hell, I was familiar with the torture of lost souls but not with cocks or fucking.

A huge, thick, incredibly hard cock appeared on my phone screen. A drop of precum glistened at the top. It made me swallow. How would it feel inside my mouth? Would it taste salty-sweet, like my pussy, or more like moss? Would I be able to swallow it all the way? If he fucked me, sinking that huge cock into me, would it hurt? Would my small pussy be able to stretch enough to allow Jacks into me?

Thinking about his cock inside me made me experience flutters and heat between my legs. I was getting so wet and sticky. The juices ran down my legs.

“Jacks, I’m so wet. I want to feel you inside me.”

He growled, literally. “I want to feel you. I want to push my thick cock inside you and feel the hot, silky wetness around me. You’re driving me wild, Silver.”

I shivered.

“What should I do now, Jacks?” My voice sounded needy and shaky.

“Slip your fingers between your pussy lips, Silver. Show me how wet you are.”

I gasped. I barely touched my swollen clit. An electric current streamed through my entire body. The juices stuck to my fingers, warm and slippery, making me ready to be finally taken.

“Show me!” Jacks voice was strong and demanding.

My fingers were sticky wet with my juices as I pulled them out and showed them. Jacks pinned me with his strong alpha look. “You are so wonderful, wet, and delicious. I want to taste you. Lick those fingers for me. Let me finger fuck you first, get a feeling for that hot tight pussy of yours.”

I did as Jacks requested and experienced my own salty, sweet taste that made me go wild. I thought about Jacks cock and that drop of precum. How would it taste? How would it be to lick it off and suck that thick head into my mouth? Jacks cock was so wonderfully thick and had a slight curve to it that I died to lick. How would it feel under my tongue or my open lips? Would lipstick stain it? Would he moan when my lips wrapped around that delightful, thick, joyful member?

“Open your legs and show me.”

I did. I felt wonderful and powerful when I opened my legs. Jacks released a gasp as he saw the lips of my wet, shiny pussy. How would it feel to have his fingers tracing it, opening my outer lips to find the inner lips swollen, soft, and wet?

“You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Jack said the words with such veneration, moving closer to the screen as if he tried to devour me through the surface of the phone. It made me moan with the need to feel Jacks tongue moving up and down, devouring me fully.

“There’s nothing I want more than to put my face between your legs and lick those pussy lips.” The way he said it and his wide pupils made me moan.

“Hm, you are such a good girl the way you opened up for me. That’s so hot. Tell me, how does your clit feel?”

I squirmed on the bed, greedy for touch. My clit ached to be sucked and played with. My entire body was drowning in need.

“Jacks.” I felt the need to press my thighs together. I was so aroused.

“Slip the tip of your middle finger into your mouth and get it wet, then touch your clit. Rub it softly. I’ll know if you cum too fast.”

“Yes!”

The way he asked me to do that made me even wetter. I needed to arouse him more. I wanted him to feel the way I did. I slipped my finger into my mouth and hollowed my cheeks, sucking at it with a soft moan, then slipped it between my swollen pussy lips. How could he have this effect on me without even touching me? I wanted to do the same to him, have him feel hungry for my lips and my fingers.

I was so close to the edge, it was ridiculous. I imagined Jacks strong hands on me.

Jacks was breathing hard. I started to massage my clit, throwing my head back and gasping for air. My hips moved with each of my touches. I opened up more, allowing waves of pleasure to fill my belly, travel to my chest, and intoxicate me like blood wine.

“I can taste you. You’re so delicious,” Jacks whispered. His eyes filled with thunder. How could a man look so strong and masculine and still soft and gorgeous at the same time?

“I want to put my lips around your thick, hard cock!” My words had the desired effect. I saw him gasping and his muscles locked for a few heartbeats. I couldn’t stop myself from harboring a smile.

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