Page 112 of The Depraved Prince
“My little Bambi deserves a fucking spanking for thinking she could ever leave me. You know what happens when you try to play a game of cat and mouse with me.” He slaps my ass again, and I yelp, but I take it. I rub my thighs together to stop the aching. He knows how to work my body every single time. He’s more experienced and has hundreds of years under his belt. He knows all the right buttons to push and has me under his spell.
“You haven’t been my good girl, and because of that, I’m going to punish you.” he slaps my ass again and again. The sound of the spanking and my whimpers echo everywhere. Three of his fingers enter me, bringing me to the edge. He pumps them as he hums with dark satisfaction. He rails me with them deep and brutal as my clit throbs and nears an explosion. I’m dripping all over his hand as my orgasm builds. Fuck, how does he manage to get me to my end in just a few seconds? I’m about to come, and he knows it but doesn’t let me cross the finish line. He stops rubbing my clit, and I cry out. My eyes widen, and I hiss at him, but I turn to face his signature sexy smirk.
“Let me come, please, Hayden!” I’m begging for it with no shame.
He thrusts his fingers faster, and I try to finish what he started. I need a release from my built-up orgasm that wants towreck every single particle that makes me, me, but as soon as I try to touch my clit, he smacks my hand away.
“My baby girl wants to come, does she?”
I nod, biting my lip.
“Beg for it, baby. Beg me to let you come.”
“Let me come, I’m begging you.”
He removes his fingers from my pussy, picks me up so quickly, and makes me straddle him. I thrust my hips over his waist, so needy for him.
“Take off my belt.” He demands, rough and sensual. We’re making out, devouring each other like we can’t get enough of one another.
I’m twitching with excitement. Fuck I love him. I fumble with the metal, take it off every loop, and throw it on the floor, panting and ready to beg for forgiveness from the devil in front of me, who smirks so beautifully because he knows he has me captured for eternity.
“You want me to let you come?” he asks as he grips my thighs and grasps tight.
I nod, breathless. “Yes.”
“You want me to believe you when you say you’ll never leave me?”
I nod again and kiss his lips. I push against his cold lips, needing him to feel how desperate I am to show me how feral he is for me. I want him to consume me like he always does, and he’s holding back to make me suffer. I love it when he fucks brutally. I’m admitting it to him. Surrendering whatever I have left in my life to him.
“Yes, Hayden. I promise. Let me taste you. Let me suck on you this time. I want you to feel my devotion when your cock is inside my mouth.”
I pull down his pants, and his cock springs free with glistening pre-cum. I put the head of his dick in my mouth and suck.
“Baby…” he throws his head back onto the throne, grabs a fistful of my hair, and closes his eyes as I bob up and down on his thick, veiny length. “Fuck…” he moans, and it’s the sexiest ‘fuck’ I’ve ever heard a man groan out sensually. He hits the back of my throat, making me gag, but I don’t quit. He tastes too good.
He pulls out of my swollen, throbbing lips after thrusting into my throat a couple more times. Saliva drips off my chin, and he hums, deeply aroused at the sight of my spit all over his cock.
“Prove it to memore. Prove it to me right here and right now and forever by taking all of me inside you.” He lifts me until I feel the head of his massive thick cock at my entrance. I’m dripping all over him, and he slicks himself with my wetness. I sink onto him willingly, and I gasp at the fullness. I knew it was going to hurt, but my pussy welcomes him like always. I’m so full, his thickness stretching me as he yanks me further down. I scratch his abs, leaving trails of blood until I stop at his groin.
He roars with pleasure and grabs my jaw, forcing me to look him into those red eyes that are blazing with devotion. “You’re going to prove it to me by sitting on my cock, riding me until you shatter with my name falling from those pretty little lips,” he growls into the shell of my ear, with my blood dripping down the corner of his full lips. I don’t let him finish. I begin to roll my hips, fast and hard, bouncing on him like he’s my haven. I’ve missed him. I’ve missed him so much, and I hate myself for it. Despite the hatred, he makes me feel good, and all my doubts dwindle.
He takes my tits in his mouth, practically biting on my nipple, and I moan as I pull on his hair. Up and down my waist goes as I fuck the Depraved King on his throne.
“Fuck. Yes, baby girl.Prove it to me. Prove it,just like that. Jesus Christ, Millie. Just. Like. That!” He slaps my ass and grabs a fistful of my hair, yanks my head to the side, and licks my neck. “Milk my cock with your tight pussy.” He sinks his teeth into me, and the lust overflows, simmers into my veins, and poisons me.
“Use me, take me, fuck me,” I whimper, which intensifies Hayden’s hold. He sucks my blood faster and harder like I’m his favorite last meal. He snakes his hand into my waves of hair. His thick black ring with his family crest is at the base of my scalp as he tugs.
“You’re going to let me fill you up with my cum, aren’t you?” Hayden tells me; his deep voice vibrates against my sore throat, and my hot blood rains down my neck and onto my collarbones.
“Yes,” I moan, and he sucks my blood out faster, greedy and impatiently.
“You’re going to carry all of my babies?” he demands an answer, but I keep quiet. His dick is that good. It stuns my ability to speak; I’m too busy trying not to shatter all over his dick. I want to make this last a bit longer.
“Aren’t you?!” He growls voraciously and starts to take over the pace, making me weak, and he begins to pound away brutal and carnal. Like he’s trying to tattoo my pussy with his cock.
Oh. My. God.
“Yes! Give it to me. Give me all of you,” I concede.
