Page 14 of Beauty Sleep

But I also still want to keep the fantasy going, so I stubbornly bite my tongue.

Prince chuckles softly, resting a warm hand on my thigh. “I’ll do as I see fit with you. But you have to tell me if there’s anything you want... and if anything’s wrong.”

Oh. Oh, that’s actually really sweet. And hot. Should I tell him? Maybe he could help. But then I have to stop pretending to be asleep…

I squeeze my eyes shut against the pillow. The more I wrestle with my frustration, the more it grows… until it finally boilsover and I can’t stop the words anymore. “I’ve been doing it too much,” I moan, squirming with embarrassment as I cling to the desperate hope that he knows how to help.

“Doing what?” Prince murmurs, gently stroking my thighs.

I whimper under my breath. “Jerking off,” I mumble. “I have to go so hard now. And even then, I can’t always finish. I usually don’t. It’s like I need more and more and more…” My hands are fists against the pillow as my chest goes tight. “And I can’t say no to myself. And now I’ve ruined this fantasy, too?—”

“Shhh,” Prince whispers above me. I cling to his voice and his touch like a lifeline, slowly relaxing as he strokes his hand across my thigh in slow, gentle moves, like he really is lulling me to drift off again. “All life is a fantasy, Beauty. Just stay in it for me, and I’ll give you what you need, my sleeping Beauty. You don’t even have to talk to me. Just lie there and take it.”

Fuuuck.

I can practically hear him smiling down at me through the darkness as he touches me so sweetly and says such filthy things…

And, just like that, we’re back in the moment.

My body knows what to do. I let my breath out, sinking into the bed again as every muscle loosens at once. The excitement of the unknown is sweeping me straight off my feet and into unknown waters.

“That’s it, my Beauty,” he praises me in a soft murmur. “Good boy.”

Something nudges against my entrance. I tense up with excitement and anticipation… but it’s Prince’s fingers again. He pushes them inside again, fingering me slowly and gently and ignoring whatever soft sounds slip from my throat.

I’m giving over my body and my pleasure to him until even time slips away.

The only thing that brings me back into the moment is the feeling of his fingers sliding out and the sound of foil ripping. Then, there’s a blunt, thick heat against my entrance, and I bite the pillow as hard as I can.

Yes, yes—oh fuck! Yessss…!

The head of his cock pushes into the tight ring, stretching me open as my head spins. I’ve waited so long for this moment, and now all my deepest dreams are coming true at once.

It takes me a minute before I can take any more of his rock-hard arousal into me. It’s so much bigger than his slender, meticulous fingers. But then I’m trembling, relaxing, breathing out into it.

“Relax, my Beauty. Sleep. It doesn’t matter what you do. I’ll still find a way to slip inside in the dead of night, and do everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

Holy fuck, holyfuck,holy fuckis that hot…!

My cock throbs steadily as I stifle my whimper, doing my best to relax around him as he pushes further and further inside.

“Just lie there and take it,” Prince Charming whispers as he pushes his body into mine, splits me open, and makes it feel ten times as good as I imagined. “That’s a good boy. Fuck,” he groans. “So… fucking… tight…!”

Inch by inch, he sinks into me. I’m aching with the desire to buck into him, to press my back against his chest and squirm. This strange, dizzying heat is building inside me as every thrust makes the head of his cock slide across the spot inside that feels the very best.

I’m yielding to him as he fills me up, stretches me past bursting, further than I ever would have thought I could go.

It’ssofuckinggood…!

I press my lips together to bite back my whimper as he sets into a real rhythm now. With every rock of his hips, my body falls under his spell—from my breathing to my heartbeat, I can’tdo anything but anticipate each surge of his hips as his hard dick fills me past bursting.

It’s literally the hottest thing ever. Every inch of my skin is so fucking sensitive. The tiniest brush of his hand and I’m on fire, trying not to ripple and arch into his touch.

And Prince Charming is still taking it slow and steady, like he really is taking everything he wants while trying not to disturb me. It’s almost too good, the truth of what’s happening layered with the fantasy we’re playing at...

This way, I don’t have to want anything. He just gets to take it all, and there’s not a single thing I can do about it.

And it’s perfect.

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