Page 133 of Their Princess

I could move it only slightly, but I tried. I inched my fingers up and slid my thumb over the wet slit on the crown of his cock. I considered trying to bring my head over to place him in my mouth, but I was stretched too far.

His cock kicked in my hand, but he was holding still, allowing me to explore. How sweet. Then, as much as I could. I smoothed my hand down the length of his cock, running my fingers over the protruding veins.

Graff stepped closer, letting me feel.

Then, fingers were working at the rope tying down the hand stroking his cock. They fell away, but I was still pinned by three other points.

Graff took my hand in his own, moving it up and down, coaching me through feel. It started slow, but then he quickened the pace, and I paid close attention to everything he was showing me he liked. When his hand left mine, I kept the rhythm.

My empty core clenched again, and I licked my lips, but no matter where I wanted a cock, I was at their mercy. And they seemed to want to make this slow and deliciously torturous.

Graff kept grinding his hips into my grip, and I imagined it was my pussy.

Suddenly, someone ripped away the blindfold, and I nearly screamed.

My hand stopped immediately as I blinked against the harsh lights. They were dimmed, but still burned after having my sightblocked entirely. I twisted my head around, squinting at the common room and then let my eyes fall to the engorged cock in my hand.

There was a smiley face tattooed onto the head of his dick, and I knew for certain it was Graff. Allowing my eyes to lift to him, I smiled and ran my tongue over my lower lip.

He rolled his lips between his teeth as his eyes rolled back in his head, and I relished the way pleasure looked on him. Still stroking his cock and meeting his thrusts, I found Sas over Graff’s shoulder.

He strolled up to Graff’s side, tucking away his own cock. He wore a broad grin that reminded me of the devil.

“Don’t forget about dear old uncle.” Sas grabbed my chin and forced my gaze down to the end of the table.

We locked gazes in a stare down. Neither of us blinked.

Perhaps my thought of him before had been a premonition.

A laugh erupted from my chest, my face burning as I giggled.

Gripping Graff’s cock tighter, I continued fucking him with my hand as I ground myself against the table like I could come again.

All the while, I maintained eye contact with Rafe.

Graff said something. I couldn’t make out the words, but the sound boomed, and I saw his head fall back out of my peripheral vision.

His pace quickened, and I squeezed harder until he was jerking uncontrollably and spurting his cum all over the table beside my face. Finally, I looked away from Rafe—for now—and stared at the white semen. Letting go of Graff, I slid my forefinger through it and rubbed it between my thumb and finger. Thick and slick. I knitted my brows, then placed my finger in my mouth while looking up at Graff.

Bracing his weight on the table, Graff reached down to my ear and ripped out one of the plugs.

“You good?” he asked quietly, and I nodded.

“Get her down.” Sas slapped me on the ass again before walking out of the room. “Good night, Rafe. See you tomorrow morning. Vegas should be fun.”

Suddenly, Rafe stood. The chair clattered against the floor, and I jumped. I watched him stride from the room quickly, his erection bulging at the front of his jeans.

“Rafe?” I called, but he was gone in a flash.

“Are you all right?” Graff took the second earplug from my ears, and repeated, “Are you all right?”

“Yeah,” I said, voice scratchy.

He searched my face for a hint of anything else. Tears? Regret?

But he wasn’t getting that. If I had to do it over again, that would have been exactly the way I wanted to lose my virginity. I laid my head against the table, a dopey smirk pulling at my lips.

Graff brushed the hair from my eyes and said, “I’ve seen many bunnies in my day, but they’ve never done that.”

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