Page 112 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

“It’s not,” she insisted. “It just d-doesn’t feel right, like it’s cheating. I think I should only touch...it...when—-stop laughing!”

But the prince couldn’t stop.Dio. Fawn was simply out of this world, the prince thought, and he would never want her any other way.

“It’s not that funny,” she protested even as she finally managed to pull the zipper down.

“It is,” he assured her.

“It’s not.” She worked on his pants and briefs next, which were a lot easier, and in no time at all, his engorged and rigidly aroused—-

No more hiding behind the truth, Fawn Cornwall.

With what you’re about to do, you need to learn to say it.

Fawn mentally squared her shoulders.

I am staring at the prince’s c-c-c-c-cock.

The prince’s erection twitched violently, and the sight was more than enough to have her folds slowly get wet.

Cock. Cock. Cock.

This was the prince’s cock she was staring at—-

“Fawn?” The prince’s voice was hoarse. It was both heaven and hell to have Fawn staring so intently at his erection, and his fists clenched against his sides as he forced himself to wait for Fawn to make the next move.

Realizing that she would lose her courage if she allowed herself to continue dithering, Fawn took a deep breath—-

Don’t overthink.

She took hold of the prince’s cock with one hand—-

The prince’s breath came out in a hiss.

Fawn lowered her head.

His eyes widened. “Fawn—-”

Her mouth closed over his cock.

The prince groaned.

Fawn began to suck.

“Fuck.” His fingers instinctively drove through her hair. “Fuck.”

The raw need in the prince’s words had her sucking harder, and the prince’s groans turned into a growl of agonized pleasure.

“God. Fawn. Fuck.”

Her tongue laved around the head of his cock, and the prince’s ass arched off the bed. His grip on her tightened, and when she continued licking the head of his cock, the prince couldn’t stop himself.

He began to pump his hips up to meet the up-and-down movement of her head, wanting to get more and more of his cock inside her sweet, tight mouth.

Soon, the sucking sounds that Fawn made with her mouth were the only thing that could be heard in the room, with the prince left to gritting his teeth as he fought to control himself from fucking her mouth hard—-

But then he felt her small, soft hands curl under his hips just before her fingers dug into his ass, clutching them hard as she slowly ran her tongue along the slit on the head of his cock.

His control snapped.

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