Page 59 of The Cinderella Prince

My eyes rolled back, and I whimpered with a desperate need to do more.

Moments merged and blended until they wereindistinguishable. It was like the soft glow of the countless glimmering candles in the room erased the space between one second and the next. Touches and sighs and kisses all melted together until I didn’t know the order in which things happened.

We coiled and rolled and turned, limbs brushing against limbs, my legs wrapping around his waist, us rolling until I was on top and holding his arms trapped. We kissed, we licked, we sighed against one another’s mouth. And when I lowered myself down to take him into my mouth, I could sense the tingles running through his fingers and toes. I felt the same sort of thrill when we disregarded all sense of shame and politeness. This was the ultimate intimacy between two bare souls.

I sucked him slowly, taking him deeper and deeper into my mouth until it felt like even a little more would choke me. The sounds I made and the tension in Cedric’s muscles were only distant facts of the physical world. Our souls were converging and twining across the stars, far beyond anything our bodies could experience.

Cedric stopped me abruptly, laughing nervously that I had nearly finished him before we started. He turned us around and told me how much he loved me, then kissed the length of my back until his warm breath graced my sensitive hole. His tongue was hot and wet and soft at first, growing harder with each lick. He ate me, sucked me, kissed me, and probed me gently with his tongue and his finger, massaging me mercilessly and for a long, long time. And when I whimpered and pleaded with him to feel his cock inside me, he told me how much he liked hearing me beg.

With that otherworldly strength, Cedric lifted me untilI was kneeling, my elbows and forearms sinking into the mattress, my ass perched for him, and my hole bared and ready for taking.

Cedric brought us lube from a drawer in one dresser, poured it over his length, and rubbed himself, then my hole, while I held my breath and shivered with desire. I relaxed myself by force of will and allowed him to enter me with one finger, then another, moaning into the thick duvet that covered his bed.

My love pressed one hand on the small of my back, the other working me loose with two and then three fingers, opening me slowly and deliberately until I couldn’t remain so patient anymore.

“Please, oh fuck, please, Cedric,” I growled against the bed. “I’m ready. Fuck me, please…”

His fingers twisted and slid out of me, quickly massaging my closing hole with soothing softness. And when he thrust his cock between my cheeks, sliding it until his balls settled against my hole, I exhaled roughly.

Come on, I begged silently.Do it. Fuck me. I’m ready for you, just take me.

Cedric was slow, but he was precise, and when he pressed the tip of his bare cock against my hole, he waited for me to make the next move. Relaxing once again with all the force I could summon, I thrust my ass back and impaled myself on him, his body never moving.

The first inch hurt, the next one felt like heaven, and the third made me feel complete. After that, I never wanted us to be separated again. Cedric swung back, letting me breathe out and in, then thrust his hips forward, sliding deeper into me.

Each thrust sent a small whimper from my mouth and nose, my fingers clawing the duvet, my face rubbing against the soft, clean fabric. And every other move he made caused my dick to throb and my hole to clench around him. Those were my favorite; he hissed and grunted whenever I tightened around his cock.

Cedric’s fingers dug into my hips, and he knelt on the bed, ramming me harder, faster, with such force that it pushed me further along the bed, making me slide away from him. My legs spread wide, the intensity of his movements making me lose control over the very basic control of my own body. My eyes rolled back in my head, and my mouth opened wide, but all my cries and moans were trapped in my throat. Occasionally, I heard myself hiss or whisper my pleas for more or to keep going just like that.

My arms spread around the bed, hands digging deep into the duvet, fists closing around it as if I was holding myself against some force that would lift me up and carry me away.

Cedric dictated our movements; he decided on the pace and on the intensity with which he rammed into me, his dick pushing against my prostate and sending these wild, impossible sensations through my entire body.

I felt myself lifted off the back without quite understanding it. In my state of bliss, I might as well have been floating through the clouds. He had lifted me up, dragging me down his length and holding his hands firmly on my groin, sliding deep into me and huffing with exertion.

He told me how good I felt, how warm, how wet, how perfect. He told me how he loved fucking me and how I was his.

When he let my knees sink into the mattress again, his hands moved up my back, grabbing me and pressing me wherever he reached. And when his hands rested on my shoulders, he gently nudged them around my neck.

I knelt up, angling my body so that every thrust of Cedric’s thick, long cock hit me exactly how I wanted the most.

Cedric’s arms wrapped around my body. One coiled around my torso, and the other moved up until he had his hand around my throat.

I grabbed that hand and held it fast, not letting him let me go. It felt terrific. It felt so good to be without control, without shame, without sins, and without freedoms. They were all his. He held me, and he owned me.

When I wrapped my right hand around my swollen cock, it was wet with precum. I knew that his dick was, too, although deep inside of me. And the thought was enough to start the eruption of sensations deep inside my chest. It exploded like the universe had exploded from a single, incredible dot, spreading in all directions in a heartbeat. It consumed me, and I moved my hand away from the one holding my throat tightly to touch Cedric’s hip. I pulled him in, closer and closer, wanting him to finish deep inside of me just as my hole pulsed and tightened around the base of his cock.

Hot cum spilled over my fingers and across the bed in white strings, landing on the clean sheets and staining his royal bed.

The throbs inside of me came after Cedric attempted to pull back, whispering a hurried warning.

“Inside,” I gasped. “Please. Need you…” And then, it was too late to change anything. Cedric pressed himself deep into me, his cock shooting loads of white heat into my body, filling me and sending waves of tingling down my limbs with each fresh throb.

“I love you,” he huffed, his forehead sweaty and hot and pressed hard against the back of my neck, his hand around my throat relaxing, his cock pulsing more softly and slowly until it stopped.

Although some small part of me said we would be smart to shower, my body gave in to the temptation at the first hint from Cedric, and we collapsed in an exhausted and happy heap on the bed. We held one another, limbs still tangled and sweat cooling on our bodies.

Cedric found my hand and threaded our fingers together on my stomach. Our hands rose and fell with my abs as I breathed deeply. “You are…” I whispered, out of breath again.

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