Page 13 of Beauty Sleep

And thezzzzipas Prince Charming unzips his pants, sending my imagination wild.

Is he still fully dressed, his stiff boner poking through the folds of fabric?

Does he have one fist closed around his hard-on, already ready and waiting to push into me?

Or is he still growing thick and hard in his palm, jerking himself off to the sight of my naked body as he prepares to use me the way I so desperately hoped for?

Yes yes fuck yes c’mon please touch me more, please please fuck me, oh my god do something please I’m going to go crazy if you keep this up…!

“Lube,” Prince Charming breathes out softly.

“B—”

Wait, shit, fuck.

I press my lips together hard, hoping the pillow muffled the tiny escaped sound. But there’s a deep chuckle from above me as the bed shifts under his weight, and he grabs the lube from the bedside table.

He really is tormenting me, and I really do love it.

Prince kneels across my thighs. Warm velvet brushes against my bare skin, and it’s enough to make the flying sparks turn into a wildfire.

Oh fuck…!

A wet fingertip trails from the small of my back, straight down over my tailbone, between my cheeks…

His warm fingertip brushes against my hole, and I’m choking back a moan.

Ohmygodohmygooood it’s happening…!

This is the first time I’ve had anyone else inside me. I’m already lubed up and stretched out, so it barely even stings as his fingertip slides gently into me.

Prince can feel how ready I am, and he snorts with amusement. But, to my surprise, he still isn’t jumping straight to the action. He just works his finger into me, tortuously slow and gentle. Almost like he reallyistrying to go undiscovered.

I’ve had plenty of experience with my own toys and fingers, but it’s never been like this.

Just not knowing what’s going to happen makes it so much hotter. Waves of arousal wash over me, burning my cheeks and tingling in the pit of my stomach. With every pump of my heart, blood surges to my already-stiff cock. The slightest touch might just make me go off like a rocket. Forget washing my pillowcases—my ceiling is in danger.

Prince’s finger feels good—really good—but he’s taking so long to make sure I’m ready. Is he being sweet and gentle on purpose? Or is he planning to use me mercilessly?

God, I hope it’s the latter, because I’ve never been this hard in my life.

Oh, fuck!

The white-hot stretch of a second finger inside me feels too incredible for words. I bite the pillow hard as Prince starts fucking me with his fingers, slow and deep. The room is spinning around me, and I’m sinking deeper and deeper into his spell.

Then I feel a hand closing around my cock, stroking me gently.

What if I can’t cum?

Shit.

I tense up, and just like that, I’m drowning in the all-too-familiar desperation, frustration, and a sinking feeling that I know exactly what’s going to happen. Just like last night. It took forever to get to sleep after I finally gave up, miserably exhausted, both wrists sore, covered in sweat… and more desperate than ever.

Prince’s fingers slid out of me. “Is something wrong?” he murmurs.

Fuck.

I want to tell him that nothing’s wrong except the way I feel soemptyall of a sudden, and I need him inside me right the fuck now.

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