Page 113 of Passenger Princess

"I wanted time to do this," he says.

I open my mouth to argue, but a squeal comes out instead when his hands move to my waist, putting my bare ass on the surface of my vanity. I hear things knock over and roll off, but then Jaime is lowering himself to his knees, pressing kisses to my skin as he does. My neck, my collarbone, between my breasts, right over my belly button, right below...

“What are you doing?” I ask in a whisper, my hands gripping the edges of the vanity as he goes lower, pressing a kiss right above my clit.

One of his hands moves, grabbing my ankle and placing it on the edge of the vanity, my other leg hanging down until I'm wide and bare before him. One of his fingers moves, trailing down my belly, circling my clit but not touching it, then down to my pussy, circling my entrance but never touching where I need him.

"Jaime," I whisper.

“I’ve been calling you princess, but maybe I should have been calling you queen all along. Let me kneel before your majesty.” Then he bends, pressing a kiss to my clit, his eyes looking up at me.

“Oh, god," I whisper, mostly to myself, because then Jaime's tongue is running from my entrance, up until his lips circle my clit. He moves a hand to my hip, holding me down when I try to buck to get more, and he groans against me. His mouth moves down, histongue moving to my entrance before he starts to fuck me with his tongue, looking up at my body, his eyes locking on mine as he does.

My body sings, pleasure swirling and building in my veins, then his mouth moves back to my clit, sucking hard and grazing it with his teeth as he slides two fingers into me.

"You feel so good, Jaime," I moan, my hand moving to his head and holding him to me as my hips rock a bit, riding his face and his fingers. The wave of pleasure builds as his lips quirk like he has some evil plan.

When I start to come, shouting his name, he stops, sitting back on his heels, stopping the orgasm in its tracks.

"Jaime—" I moan, my hips rocking to get something, more, anything. He just smiles, putting a hand to my belly, and slides three fingers into me, crooking them as he fucks me.

It's a new pleasure that creeps in, all-consuming as it starts in my toes, building up my thighs and down my back like a phantom, unable to grasp it.

"Come on, Ava," he groans, getting pleasure from this too. His face is intense as he stares at his fingers in my pussy, lips parted as he pants, watching his fingers move in me, watching me unravel slowly. He's getting off on this as much as I am, which takes me closer to the edge.

"Jaime," I moan as the hand on my leg moves to my lower belly, pushing and making the pleasure build even more, like a dam ready to collapse. "Fuck!"

"That's it, baby. I want you to make a mess for me; I want you fucking soaked when I slide in there."

I shake my head; everything is too much, too intense. "I can't, I'm going to—" I stutter through trying to tell him that I feel like I’m going to wet myself when he smiles, cutting me off.

"You're going to gush for me, baby. Remember that time in the car when you read your book to me?"

My mind goes back as his fingers crook in me as I try to focus and understand when it finallyclicks.

The squirting scene.

"You said you'd never done it. We're going to change that."

"Jaime, it's too much." His fingers leave me, moving to my clit and rubbing there, fast and hard, the pleasure and pressure building and building in my belly as it does. Right as it almost crashes over me, he stops, fingers sliding inside.

"Jaime, please?—"

"I know. Just trust me." His fingers fuck me fast, crooking and pressing something inside of me that has my hips bucking. "You're going to feel so fucking good, Ava. So fucking good." Nonsensical words flow from my lips until almost, almost, almost?—

He switches back to my clit.

"Ah!" I shout, but this time it's even more intense, the pressure building quicker and faster.

"That's it, Princess. Fuck yes." A wet sound comes from between my legs, splayed on either side of the vanity, as he kneels before me. His hand presses on my belly, and then as his hand continues to work me, it happens.

A gush of liquid and a deep groan comes from me as I scream his name—the most intense orgasm I've ever felt ripping through me. "Jaime!"

"That's it, Ava. Fuck, just look at you, making such a mess for me." His fingers slow, his entire hand rubbing me now, my pussy soaked as I buck with aftershocks. "Such a good fucking girl," he says as he stands, his hands moving to his belt, undoing it, and lowering his pants just enough to pull his cock out.

“Let me—” I start, moving to the crown on top of my head to undo it. It hasn't shifted at all, pinned down expertly, but— a hard slap comes to my wet, swollen pussy, and I shout out, then moan as it radiates through me.

“Absolutely not,” he says. “I’ve been thinking of fucking you with this fucking crown on for a year now, Ava. Now I’m going to make my queen come on my cock."

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