Page 130 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

“Maybe he’ll succeed in getting me off,” she says with a voice full of sarcasm, gliding inside the room, and I bite my tongue, stopping myself from all the wicked things I plan further for her.

He smiles and pushes himself off the wall, sauntering over to us. I walk inside the room and remove my remaining clothes. My eyes don’t leave the naked beauty sprawled out on the bed. The throbbing pain in my knob for not letting it complete its task is intense.

“Don’t get too comfortable, princess. I plan to make you work for it,” and before she has a chance to retaliate, I get on the bed, grab hold of her hips, and flip her around to lie on her front.

My hand traces over her intricate ink, a swirling blend of vibrant colors and delicate lines that seem to dance across her skin. It’s a narrative, and her skin is the canvas on which the story unfolds. At her hip, a blooming lotus flower takes center stage, its petals unfurling with a sense of grace and elegance. As the tattoo ascends along her buttock, a cascade of ethereal butterflies emerges, their wings carrying an array of soft pastel hues. Each butterfly appears to be in perpetual motion, creating a sense of dynamic energy and freedom. Moving up her lower back, a winding vine gracefully intertwines with the butterflies adorned with leaves and delicate blossoms. I know exactly why she has this design, and I never needed to ask her; it’s her story of growth, beauty, and strength. The journey she took to find herself and transform into the person she truly is.

“Tell us, Eden … which geezer tattooed this beautiful arse of yours? Because that’s going to be the last time any male, other than your bandmates, will touch you here.”

“Is that so?” she says defiantly.

Slap.

My hand smacks her arse. And rather than smooth the sting, I grab her buttcheek and squeeze it in my grip. At the same time, my aching knob twitches in annoyance. I spit on my finger and move it through her crack to tease her entrance with light circular motions causing her to groan and lift her arse up for more.

“And the security men in the camera who watched you fuck me?”

“Disabled,” Jagger says, removing the last of his clothing and strolling over to the bed. “I shut the hallway camera down as soon as I heard you moan, Eddie.”

“Did you get off on thinking you were being watched?” I ask, watching her writhe as I continue to tease and stroke her.

“I got off on you knowing they were watching you fuck me,”

“You like that princess?” I stop moving my finger and wait for her response.

“I prefer it when you guys watch me.”

“No other man will ever touch you again,” I say, pulling my hand away and smacking her arse.

“That includes your tattoo artist, Eddie.”

“I can’t. She’s way too talented to never use her again.”

She?I cock my head at Eden with this interesting fact.

“I plan to get my vag inked when I gather the courage.”

Fuck.

I don’t dare look at my best friend because I swear my knob is throbbing.

“Do you mean like pussy lips too?” I ask, intrigued.

“Above the vag, although I haven’t yet decided on the design.”

“It’ll look fucking incredible,” Jagger says.

“Fine, as long as the artist is female, and I’m watching you get it.”

She huffs a laugh. “Absolutely no way.”

“Exactly,” Jagger confirms. “We’ll all have to be there.”

“No, to that too.” She lifts up from the mattress, and her head turns to face us. “This is a private matter for me, which I will share with you the day I brave it and get it done. But you won’t be there when I get it.”

“Move towards the edge of the bed, princess,” I say as I move off the bed close to where she’s sitting. I lift my foot and place it on the bed next to her. “You’re going to milk me with your mouth, and Jagger here is going to eat you out, and if you’re a good girl, we’ll both fuck you.”

“No. I’m done doing things your waaaayyyy….”

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