Page 15 of Beauty Sleep

I’m glowing with ecstasy. Tiny moans escape my throat, and he pretends not to hear them over the wet noises of our bodies slapping together in this slow tease of a rhythm. And I just can’t believe I’ve gone from overstretched to needing it faster and harder.

Every time he pushes his whole length into me, his balls slap against my skin and my head whirls. Fuck, fuck,fuck, I can’t stop myself much longer…! I’m baring my teeth, trembling under him. As I stretch out along the bed, he forces my thighs closed with his knees and keeps on pushing deep inside me.

Finally, he slams into me just hard enough that I can’t stop myself. I throw my head back with the force of the delirious, ecstatic moan that seems to rip from my very throat.

“Mmmmngh…!”

And everything changes.

“Hello, there, Beauty,” Prince growls, grabbing the hair at the back of my head as his pace speeds up. “I’m Prince Charming. Nice to meet you.”

“Oh my fuck—oh my—fuck—fuuuuck…!” I cry out as he fucks me deep and rough. He slams into me and I cry out, trying to work my hands out from below the pillow.

But I can barely even reach behind myself before he grabs both wrists and pins them over my head. He covers my mouth with his other hand, and he just keeps on riding me hard and fast, like there isn’t a second to lose.

“Nnngh!” I cry into his palm as my whole body tenses up. My eyes snap open, and I throw my weight back into him. All it does is force him deeper into me. I can’t stop the stream of grunts and whimpers against his hand.

It feels so,sogood…!

The waves of bliss are unstoppable, cresting higher and higher. I clench around his cock, and it doesn’t even slow him down. His balls slap against my ass, his cock slams deep into me, and he keeps on driving into my body—using it for his own pleasure, taking everything he wants and leaving me helpless to my own pleasure.

“Oh, fuck. I’m going to—I’m actually—ohhhh, fuck…!”Every muscle in my body clenches tight, and my voice breaks into a hoarse scream, still muffled by his palm instead of the pillow. “Yes, yes… yeeees!”

My own wet, hot, sticky load spills all over the bed, my belly, everything. Every time I clamp down around him, he grunts, and my head just spins all the more. And then he lets go, wraps an arm around my chest, and grabs my hip with the other hand as he yanks out of me.

There’s a moment’s pause, and then…

“Yes!” Prince Charming groans through the darkness. Hot, sticky warmth spills across my lower back. I can’t help whimpering with excitement even as the rolling waves of my own bliss finally begins to settle.

And, just like that, I can barely stay awake.

I mumble about laundry under my breath, and try to roll away from the wet spot. Prince grabs my hip and ignores mysound of protest, wiping me clean with a tissue before he lets me go.

Oh. That way I won’t make a new wet spot. That’s a good idea. “Chivalrous,” I think I manage to say, but I’m not sure I got all the syllables in the right order.

Prince snorts with soft amusement. He tugs the pillow back under my head, and then with a rush of breath, he pushes himself to stand up. And before I can even moan with how much I miss the skin-to-skin contact, he puts a hand on my shoulder and squeezes with this gentle intimacy I’ve never felt before.

“Glad you left the window open?”

“Mmhmm.” I smile sleepily into the darkness. “I’ll do it again.”

After a moment, Prince chuckles. “Is that an invitation?”

Yes yes yes…!All I can do is squirm excitedly against the bed until he laughs again.

“Ididpromise not to make you talk. I’ll take that as a yes. But you have to let your prince give you orders, all right?”

“Mmhmm,” I nod into the pillow, trying desperately to stay awake long enough to hear them.

“Good boy,” Prince Charming murmurs. His hand moves to my hair, and he strokes my head once, softly, like he’s untangling my curls. “Don’t pleasure yourself until I return.”

Holy shit.

“It may not be tomorrow night,” Prince warns me. “Or even the next. Will you do that? Will you wait for me?”

I don’t even have to hesitate and think about it. My prince has given me everything I wanted. So if he thinks it’ll help… I’ll do it.

I nod as hard as I can, only pausing long enough to stifle a yawn.

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