Page 26 of Beauty Sleep

Prince shoves himself all the way to the back of my throat. He’s face-fucking me slowly, but I can’t pretend to ignore it any longer.

I’m choking on the thick length he’s pushing into my throat, burning up with arousal until I can’t stay still.

“Mmnh…!” I squeak softly as my fingers curl into tight fists.

Prince gives the hottest fucking laugh I’veeverheard in my goddamn life—deep and rough and dark.

“Hello again, Beauty,” he breathes out through the darkness. He pulls back and slams into the back of my throat again as he growls, “Now, suck on your Prince’s dick.”

I choke and squeal, arching against him. A flush races from my cheeks straight down my body as my hard-on throbs with desperation.

The moment I pull my hands free, Prince grabs them and yanks them over my head, sliding his fingers between mine.

I can’t get away. He’s got me trapped and helpless, exactly like I wanted.

“Mmnh!” I squeak as loud as I can, my voice muffled around his shaft.

“I’m sorry to disturb your sweet dreams,” Prince whispers. “But I’ll make sure you sleep soundly until dawn. Would you like that, Beauty?”

My cock throbs for dear life as he pumps his hips slowly and steadily. I might cum just from the friction against the damp sheet.

My mouth is a little too full to answer, so I shake my head slightly. I can’t even pretend to beg, though. I’m dying to hear what filthy promises he’ll make next.

Prince laughs roughly and leans forward. “Don’t worry, Beauty. I won’t be telling you a sweet fairytale.” He spreads his knees and digs his nails into my scalp, ignoring my whimpers.“It’s too late at night forthatkind of story. Only the bad men and the beasts are up this late.”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

It’s all I can do to hold myself back as Prince throws back his head and groans.

“Mmffngh!” I whimper. I can’t form words around the hard dick filling up my mouth. His balls slap my chin with every thrust.

Prince just pounds my throat harder and faster. Every time I try to arch off the bed, he pushes harder into me until I collapse into it again, and then he moans in satisfaction.

“I thought you didn’t want to talk, Beauty,” Prince Charming taunts me.

Oh, that’s really not fair. Damn it. Why do I love it so much?

I blush furiously, but I can’t stop the soft, embarrassed noise that escapes.

Prince laughs, slowing his pace enough to pin both my wrists in one hand. Then, he rakes his fingers back through my hair. “I saw you in the moonlight, like my secret treasure. Aching… hard… desperate. With lips like those, you were made to be my happy ending.”

I quiver from head to toe. Every muscle is drawing tight.

Fuck. After months of stroking myself as hard and fast as I can, I’m about to cum from the sheets brushing across me…

And from being my Prince’s secret treasure.

I squeak shyly, squeezing my eyes shut as my body quivers and clenches tight.

Prince leans down to growl into my ear, grunting with each thrust. “A real prince knows—nnngh!—his Beauty—hnnh!—craves—the—beast!”

Oh fuuuuck—I’m so fucking close…!

“Yesyesyes… yes!” Prince grabs my hair even tighter until my scalp burns, ignoring my feeble protests and forcing my lips to the very base of his shaft.

Then his rhythm breaks.

Prince arches, goes still for a moment, and his hips jerk forward. He’s swelling, squirting his thick, salty load across my tongue and straight to the back of my throat.

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