Page 135 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

And then there was completely no way for her to think.

The prince was sucking hungrily on her neck while he palmed her breasts, and she moaned again. Soon, his mouth moved down to her breasts, nuzzling the valley between them, before latching on to one painfully erect nipple.

He began to suck, and she found herself gripping his dark hair. He sucked harder, and she gasped, instinctively arching up once more, driving her nipple deeper into his mouth—-

Eat me more.

Eat me harder.

Eat me.

The words pounded in her brain endlessly as the prince moved to her other nipple, sucking with such ferocious power that it began to hurt oh so beautifully.

His fingers began to explore the lower part of her body, and even as she shuddered against him, she forced her legs to open wide—-

His fingers brushed against the curls covering her folds, and she gasped.

The prince bit her nipple hard, and she gasped again, her head falling back against the pillows. Her head began to toss and turn as his fingers moved to stroke her folds, slowly, gently, and oh, the painfully slow torture just made her so much wetter and hotter—-

She squeezed her eyes shut. Who knew, oh holy sweet Jesus, but who knew that such gentleness could be so tortuously unbearable?

When she could no longer take the way he just kept stroking without fucking her with his fingers—-

Without giving it to her hard—-

She choked out, “Please.”

And in the next second, his mouth had left her breast. Another second, and the prince had moved down, eating her pussy, and she screamed.

His tongue thrust in and out of her just like a cock, and she gripped the bed sheets tightly, feeling her mind spinning out of control.

“P-prince—-” She could feel her pleasure building, simmering, readying itself.

The prince’s mouth moved up.

Oh God, oh God—-

His mouth closed on her clit, sucking hard, and it was like her dream and nightmare coming true in one blinding moment.

“Priiiiiiiiince!” She came screaming, her body arching against his mouth, and for one moment she almost feared she’d end up throwing him off. But the prince was too strong, his hands locking instead around her thighs, keeping her in place while his mouth didn’t stop tormenting her clit as she came and came.

She moaned in protest when he stopped kissing her between her legs, but then she felt him positioning himself above her, and a strangled gasp escaped her as she realized what this meant.

Their eyes collided.

“May I keep my promise, Fawn?” the prince rasped out.

Oooooooh.

That he would even ask—-

Shakily reaching up for him, her hands curved over his chest until her fingers met behind his neck.

“Please,” she whispered.

She had barely finished speaking when his hard, thick, throbbing cock drove inside her, tearing through her hymen with a single, swift, firm stroke.

It still hurt, enough to make her eyes fly wide open and her lips part in a shocked whimper.

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