Page 37 of The Princess's Pet

“Everything about you draws me in,” she told me as she broke the kiss, her eyes meeting mine, my breath heavy. “Your scent.” She dipped her head to my neck and breathed in deeply. “Your taste.” Her tongue swiped up my throat, causing a moan to escape my lips. “The sound of your needy moans,” she whispered in my ear, pulling back for molten eyes to meet mine again. “You were made just for me, pet,” she told me seriously, her hands pushing me back against the bed. She moved herself to kneel between my legs, bending my knees open and her hands grabbing passionately at my shorts, pulling them down and off my body.

She held my knees apart. I felt my face heat during the long seconds she inspected me. When her eyes moved up to meet my own, her pupils were blown wide. “A delicate little flower,” she breathed, her hands running up my thighs.

“Princess,” I hushed in embarrassment as she looked back down at my pussy, bringing her hand to run her fingers through my folds. I quivered under her touch. My core twitching and hips bucking.

“I love how quickly you get wet for me,” she said teasingly as she held her fingers up for me to see them glisten with my excitement. She popped her fingers into her mouth and moaned.

“Oh, Poseidon,” I whispered; my whole being burning at the sight.

She smirked at me when she was finished cleaning her fingers. Her hands went to the blue jeans that hung low on her hips and she unzipped them.

She moved from the bed, sliding the jeans down her legs and I sat up to watch her. I felt my stomach twist with need as she pushed them slowly down her toned legs.

Legs had never been a focal point of attraction for me before, but the Princess’s legs were like something an artist would carve in marble, perfect in every way. Before I quite knew what I was doing, I was standing from the bed and falling to my knees at her feet.

She watched me closely and curiously as I carefully helped remove her ankles from the jeans. I looked up at her questioningly. She responded with a raised eyebrow, and I saw the way her chest lifted with her excited breaths.

I bent forward on my knees, my face low to the ground, and began to kiss one of her ankles, my hands coming up to caress the back of her calf. My lips slowly moved higher to join my hands. With each kiss, I tried to show my affections.

As I got to her thigh, her hand tangled in my hair, pulling me higher to the apex of her legs. I saw that her underwear was damp with her need and I’d never been prouder of myself. I leaned forward, my lips kissing her through the fabric of her panties, and I heard her breath hitch.

“Don’t keep me waiting, pet,” she warned through a deep growl. I slipped my fingers into her panties and pulled them down her legs. She kicked them away and pulled my face back to her sex. I breathed in, moaning at the heady scent of the Princess, my lips pressing softly against her.

She growled in frustration and pushed my head roughly against her, hips bucking against my face. I opened my mouth to taste her, my tongue running up to her sensitive bud and swirling around, sucking and flicking. My hands grasped the back of herthighs as I enthusiastically devoured the Princess. Her taste and moans made me lightheaded. The way she rode my face, the pain in my scalp from her fist in my hair, it was so intoxicating. She was a drug I could easily become addicted to.

She moaned deeply as she came against my mouth, her hips slowing to a stop, and I continued to lick her clean, not wanting to lose a drop of her. She pulled me away from her and her face was flushed as she gazed down at me.

“You’ll be on your knees between my legs often, I think, pet,” she breathed out heavily in praise.

“I could live here,” I replied, my senses in a daze as I leaned forward to place a delicate kiss against her pussy to make my point.

She laughed above me, pulling me up to my feet by the fist still in my hair. She dipped her head and kissed me hungrily.

“I taste good on you,” she hummed, pulling away and pushing me back down to the bed. “I’m going to fuck you hard,” she promised as she lay atop me, her hand moving between us to cup my throbbing pussy roughly. Her free hand grabbed at my breasts, her head moving down to suck and tease my nipples. There was no warning before two fingers were buried deep within me. I was already very wet, ready, and desperate for her touch. I moaned, arching my back and pushing myself further into her mouth, my hips bucking.

She thrust into me quickly and hard, her mouth switching between my breasts, sucking, and biting frantically. My building excitement was intense and yet still I wanted more of her. She released me from her mouth to watch me closely as she slowed her thrusting and added a third finger. The stretched feeling was wonderful, and I was soon moaning at the slight pleasant burn and full feeling. She kissed me roughly and resumed her rapid pace. Her hand that had been teasing my nipple moved up to wrap securely around my throat.

“Look at me, pet,” she demanded when she pulled away from the kiss. Glowing silver met me intensely, her fangs extended, pressing into her lower lip. “I want to see you when you cum for me.” Her words and stare had me flooding onto her hand and the bed.

She grinned as I felt her twist her hand as she thrust into me, her fingers curling and rubbing against a spot inside that had my head pressing back into the pillow and wanton moans flowing loudly from my mouth.

She growled, gripping my jaw, and forcing my head back up to look at her.

“I can feel how close you are. Your pussy’s clenching tighter with every thrust.” She punctuated her words with harder, more forceful thrusts into me. I felt like I was going to burst, so full and close to the edge.

“Do you want to cum, pet?” she asked me.

“Y-yes, M-ma’am. P-p-please,” I stuttered out, barely able to speak past the intensity of my pleasure. Her eyes glowed brighter.

“Cum for me, pet,” she husked, and my body responded almost instantly to her words, her hand tightened on my jaw, and I struggled to keep my eyes open for her as I fell apart.

She crashed her lips to mine just as the last waves of orgasm washed over me. I cried against her lips as she pulled herself from me, my sex pulsing with over-sensitivity and missing her fingers.

She brought her fingers to my lips, and I opened wide for her and dutifully cleaned myself from her fingers, humming in pleasure at my own taste. Her eyes watched me pleased, her other hand brushing my hair back and caressing my cheek.

“You’re my good girl,” she purred as I finished my task and she lay down beside me, pulling me into her arms and between herlegs. She wrapped her arms around me, my head resting against her chest.

The skin-on-skin contact between us was relaxing, and she rubbed soothing circles against my back. I hummed in happiness.

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