Page 21 of Tarnished Embers

His eyes snap to mine when a small whine leaves my throat, and I feel it vibrate inside me, my need for his fingers to touch me so strong that I can’t stop from pleading with my eyes.

Touch me.

Fuck me.

He drops his brush to the hardwood floor, his fingers pushing the rest of the ruined T-shirt off me until I’m just as naked as he is. My gaze darts down to see his tattoos really do cover every inch, leaving just his thick, hard, massive cock untouched. My eyes widen as I wonder how on earth that beast will fit inside me.

The music stops, and I look up to see Prince placing my headphones on the table behind me. My entire body is taut, I’m on the edge, just needing a small nudge to freefall.

“Don’t worry, Sugar. I’ll make it fit.” His voice is all masculine assurance and male pride, and the boy has something to boast about, his dick the biggest I’ve ever seen.

Oh lord. My thighs clench tighter, more wetness sliding between them at his filthy words.

“Please, Prince,” I whisper, my voice shaky as fuck, but the need to have him fill me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. My body is weeping for him. The dark look in his eyes promises me it will hurt so good, and I’m desperate for his brand of pain.

“Such a good girl for me, begging for my dick at just the sight of it,” he purrs, his fingers trailing down my side. God, even that small touch has fire racing through me, and I sway towards him, wanting whatever he will give me. “Up on the table.”

I cast a glance behind me, seeing my table full of art supplies, but he gives me no more time to think, crowding me until my arse touches the edge. Then he bends, grabbing my thighs and lifting me onto the top as if I weigh nothing. My hands cling to his powerful shoulders, feeling the flex of his muscles as he settles me to his liking, my legs open and my pussy pulsing with his nearness.

The wood digs into my soft flesh, but it only adds to the friction that’s building between us, that has been building since he walked into the room and introduced himself two days ago.

He steps back slightly, just enough so that he has a clear view of my body, and when he sucks his lower lip between his teeth, I almost lose it completely, a wanton moan falling from my lips before I can stop it.

“Prince…” His name comes out on a whine, a plea for him to put me out of the misery that he’s created.

“Shhhh, darlin', I’ve got you,” he tells me softly, spitting into his palm and slicking it over his dick. That shouldn’t be so hot, it’s saliva for fuck’s sake, but I can feel more of my slick wetness coating my folds at the sight as he gives himself a couple of leisurely pumps.

Closing the distance between us, he uses his tip to rub up and down my slit and it almost blows my fucking mind. My back arches, my nails digging into the wood either side of me, and my hips thrust forward, desperate for more.

“More, please, Prince. I need more,” I beg, close to tears at this point. My entire body shakes and trembles, thrumming with need for him.

“Such a needy little sister, aren’t you?” he muses, teasing me again with the glide of his hard tip.

“Please, please, please, Prince.” My words are like a repetitious prayer as my body tightens, an orgasm just out of reach.

“As you beg so prettily, darlin'.”

With no other warning, he snaps his hips forward and thrusts inside me with such power that the table rattles, and the crash of art supplies accompanies my scream. I have no time to worry about the noise, or even be pissed that my precious art supplies are strewn across the floor, because the force of his entry, the buildup he gave me, has me seeing stars as soon as he’s fully seated. His mouth covers mine as my world explodes in vibrant colours, my hands gripping his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I come around him so hard I’m shaking and my vision blurs.

He allows me a single moment to bask in the glow of one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had, and then his hands grip my thighs and he fucks me so forcefully that I know I’ll be sore after. The bite of pain has me throwing my head back and crying out his name over and over again, my body trembling as orgasm after orgasm hits me until they all meld into one and I can’t fucking breathe with how good it feels.

I open bleary eyes to watch him, his lips pulled in a tight grimace as he watches the place where our bodies connect, then his head snaps up, his jaw tight.

“You’re going to come for me again, Sugar,” he grits out, and I’m shaking my head before I can even formulate the words.

“I–I c–can’t, Prince,” I moan, my voice a cracked whisper.

“You can and you will,” he commands, taking my left arm in his hand and bringing my forearm up to his lips. He doesn’t stop his brutal thrusts, and he watches me as he opens his mouth, right over my scabbed cuts, and then bites down.

My pussy walls clamp down on him, my entire body tensing as the pain heightens the pleasure, and then I’m screaming as I fall into rapturous agony once more. My climax erupts from me, coating Prince, and with his roar of ecstasy, he buries himself so deep that he practically invades my womb as he fills me with his cum.

My chest heaves, my body slick with sweat and paint, tingles racing across my skin as I hold him to me with my free arm and just try to breathe again. My mind is a blur of sensation, reduced to mush by his massive cock and the multiple orgasms that he just gave me. I’m floating, surrounded by a blissful cloud that I know I will crave for the rest of my life. He stays inside me, his own back rising and falling, his face buried against my neck. My left arm hangs limply at my side, his fingers brushing over the skin and sending goosebumps all across my body. When I finally bring it up to inspect it, blood drips from the cuts, the shape of his teeth marks indented into the skin. It throbs, and he lifts his head, looking at me and then my arm.

Leaning over, he presses a light kiss to the wound, and then his lips are on mine, his palms cradling my face as he kisses the shit out of me, the copper taste of my blood coating my tongue. Prince decimates me with his kiss, he owns and possesses me with his lips and tongue, allowing no other option than to bow to him. I open for him, letting him take as I drink him in, my hands tangling in his black hair and pulling him closer.

He pulls away slowly, and I love that his lips look bee-stung, that he looks just as dishevelled as I feel.

“Fuck, that was…” he trails off, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, and then he presses his forehead to mine. “You’re incredible, Ember.”

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