Page 17 of Niko's Printsessa

And then he pushed his other fingers into my mouth, ordering me to suck.“Suck me like you want to suck my cock.”I’ve never wanted to wrap my lips around something so bad.

My release is so close, I can’t take it anymore. I need to come.

“Look at you, my little princess slut. So needy, starving. Is this what you’ll look like when you suck me. Such a dirty girl. My dirty princess.”

Imagining his heated eyes and remembering his filthy words is what sends me over the ledge of ecstasy, and my pussy tightens around my fingers, the wave of pleasure engulfing me.

I sigh and pull up my shorts. My body is sated, and I stare out the window to the star studded sky, making wishes I’m not sure I want to come true.

???

A deep voice whispers, “Becca, are you asleep?”

I groan my response and turn over hugging my pillow.

“Bec?”

I crack an eye and find Niko at the side of my bed.

I don’t bother sitting up, annoyed with his intrusion. “What do you want?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now.”

“We can’t do this tomorrow?”

“It’ll be gone tomorrow.”

I relent, sit up, and rub my eyes. He looks like a kid on Christmas morning, excited to see what Santa brought. I try to hold on to my annoyance but his childlike behavior is unnerving.

“What time is it?”

“Three.”

“In the morning?”

“Don’t complain. Most nights you aren’t even home until now.”

“How would you know?”

“Just grab a sweatshirt and slip on some shoes, but quickly.”

I grumble but do as I’m told and follow him outside. I hate to admit it, but I want to know what Niko Petrova is so excited about.

We take a lighted path towards a dome-like building and he punches in the code before entering.

It’s an observatory.

There’s white walls and a glass dome ceiling above us and a massive telescope centers the room. The floor is white marble and in one corner are two gray wingback chairs positioned on a large plush rug, in front of a small built-in bookshelf full of astronomy books. There are steps that lead up to another level circular in shape and large enough for a small desk and chair.

He opens a cabinet in the wall and a screen appears. He types something and the dome above us rotates and the glass slides apart as the telescope ascends towards the night sky. He takes my hand and gently squeezes, like we just shared a secret.

He leads me up the steps to the second level and turns his attention to the telescope, looking into the eyepiece and slowly turning multiple knobs.

“Got it!”

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