Page 11 of Niko's Printsessa

“No.”

“Oh yes.”

She bites her lip. “Can I clean up first?”

“Hell no.”

As much as I want to bury my dick into her tight wet pussy, I need to teach her a lesson.

I ignore my throbbing cock and turn her over. My other hand presses firmly against her back and I spank her ass, enjoying the sight of my handprint on her creamy skin. It looks better than I could ever imagine.

She yelps, “That hurts!”

“Good. Maybe you won’t run from me.”

“You have no right to keep me as your prisoner.”

I spank her again. “I’m your protector.”

“Prisoner! You won’t let me leave!”

“Semantics.”

I pepper her skin with my palm and as I caress the sting she moans.

“Feel good, Baby?”

“No!”

“My jeans say otherwise.”

She’s soaked and leaking onto my jeans, her sweet, musky scent is intoxicating. I’m so hard from watching her grind against me and then come all over my fingers. I give her one more spanking and lift her off of me. She looks at the wet spot and her face flushes. Her legs are wobbly, so I pick her up and carry her upstairs and back to her bedroom. She doesn’t fight, slap, scratch, or scream. Probably not realizing it, but in her post orgasmic fog, she curls her body into mine. My chest warms, and I relish it for the short lived moment.

I lay her on the edge of the bed and drop to my knees, spreading her legs apart before she has a chance to fight me.

“Hey.”

I shift my hands under her ass and tilt her pussy right where I need her.

I look up at her embarrassed, stunned face. “Did you think once I had a taste of you I’d be able to stop?”

“Niko! This is crazy!”

I answer her by burying my face into her pussy and breathing in her scent. It’s heaven. I slide my tongue up her slit and her taste instantly becomes my new addiction. Tasting her off my fingers was delicious, but having my tongue on her pink budand her juices smearing my face is indescribable. I lose myself in her pussy, sucking, licking, kissing. My princess’s body is so responsive to my touch, my mouth, my tongue, and pretty soon she’s grinding her cunt against my face. She’s right, this is crazy. I’ve dreamt of this, but never did I think I’d have the chance, and now that I do, I’m not satisfied. This isn’t a one and done. It can’t be. I need to taste Becca all the time. I want her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

I suck hard on her clit and she jolts like she’s been electrocuted, her taste hits my tongue, and the sound of her screaming my name is like the hymn of an angel. A dark angel.

I kiss her slick folds as she returns to the world, but instead of enjoying her sated haze, she quickly crawls out of my grasp, scurrying backward up the bed.

She rolls over with her eyes closed, like she’s trying to forget what just happened.

“That was wrong in so many ways.”

Anguish hits me so hard it feels like a bullet. “Bec? Talk to me.”

Her eyes remain shut. She can’t look at me.

“Becca? Did I hurt you? If I did…”

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