Page 25 of Beauty Sleep

Prince doesn’t say a word, but there’s a soft puff of air from nearby—a chuckle.

There’s footsteps again. Slow and deliberate, as Prince walks around to the other side of the bed.

The mattress creaks slightly under his weight.

Breathe in, breathe out, stay still.

My whole body is alight with white-hot, eager fire. I’m going out of my mind, I’m so turned on and ready for whatever the hell he’s going to do.

He’s close. The bed shifts under his weight, like he’s crawling toward me. I can hear his breathing now, and his scent fills my nostrils.

Oh, fuck.

I hear thesnick-snick-snicksound of a zipper sliding down, slower than anyone in the world has ever unzipped anything.

Prince Charming loves teasing the ever-loving fuck out of me while I can’t do a thing. And it’s working. My cock is so rock-hard that the flushed, throbbing head is leaking precum.

I swear, if he starts outright talking dirty, teasing me about secretly being awake… I’ll probably cum hands-free.

But he doesn’t. He stays tortuously silent, letting me have my make-believe—making me commit to it. I have to keep showing my Prince my deepest, filthiest desires.

Oh, fuck.

Prince’s weight settles on either side of my head as he straddles my chest. His thumb brushes against the corner of my jaw, so softly I could almost think I was imagining it.

My lips part as I turn my head toward him, drawing rough, uneven breaths.

I can tell from the musky scent that his cock is just above my face. And I’d do anything to have it in my mouth rightthe fucknow.

I won’t be able to pretend for much longer before I start to moan and beg, and I really want him to get to the action first.

That’s the hottest part of all—finding myself already in the middle of fulfilling his desires.

Although my hard-on betrays me on that front. It’s twitching and helplessly leaking straight through the sheet.

Please please let me taste you now before I go out of my mind, please…!

Prince’s thumb traces along my jaw, still ghosting gently across my skin, and rests on my lower lip.

And then he pulls his hand away, and something else replaces it. Something alotharder and thicker. But he isn’t pushing forward yet, or settling his weight on my chest to pin me down.

He’s staying where he is, enjoying my first reaction. My tongue runs clumsily across and around the hard, mushroom-shaped tip of his dick.

Prince tickles me under my chin, and I automatically close my lips around it.

Oh, fuck. Oh, god, it’s hard to breathe this way… but it’s so much hotter. The only thing I can smell or taste ishim, crouching so carefully over me.

Then Prince jerks his hips forward, sliding into the back of my mouth without hesitation. He starts moving, slow and steady, one hand settling on my hair to hold me gently in place.

Not that I have any choice, with the hard length of him forcing my head to stay exactly where it is.

Prince’s shaft is velvety, rock-hard in my mouth, and so thick I feel like I’m about to choke. He pushes further and further into my mouth until the head of his cock slides right into my throat.

“Nnnh… nnngh…!” I choke out softly, struggling for breath.

Fuck. My head is spinning for dear life. He pulls back, and I can’t help suspecting that he’s about to?—

Oh fuck fuckfuuuuck!

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