Page 88 of Prince of the Northwest Forest
I lick his balls, then suck on them. He groans and widens his legs, trusting me with everything. When I can’t bear to tease both of us any longer, I pour a puddle of lube on his hole and gently insert a finger.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Yes, Justice.” When he seems ready, I insert another finger, then a third. “Just do it,” he hisses. “Get inside me.”
He looks so beautiful beneath me, his dark hair a mess. His broad shoulders strong. His narrow waist and muscular ass all mine.
I roll on a condom and drizzle more lube on my hard cock. “Ready?” I ask.
He nods.
“I need words, my prince.”
“Justice, please fuck me. I need to feel it.”
“Absolutely. Your wish is nowmycommand.” And I grip my dick and slowly press inside him.
Oh holy fuck, he’s tight. And hot. When I’m fully inside him, I wait, letting him get used to me.
“How are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m okay.” His voice is strained.
“Okay,” I echo. I kiss his neck and start fucking him very slowly. “Let’s see if we can make it better than okay. How do you want me to do this?”
“Hard,” he says. “I think it will be better hard.”
“As you wish.” I put the flat of one hand between his shoulder blades and press down. Then I pull my hips back and thrust inside. Over and over and over again.
I want to do this forever.
Again and again and again I thrust into him. Fucking my prince.
Fucking the man I love. Praising the man I love. “You look so hot, Kalle,” I whisper. Then I change the position, and he gasps. I grin against his shoulder. “Found your prostate.”
“Firecats, Justice, oh my gods.”
I love that he’s headed toward incoherence. Let me see if I can take him all the way to babbling. “Stroke your cock,” I order. He obeys.
Gripping his hips, I experiment with the angle until he moans, and then I stay there. I have a little stamina left, since our earlier fucking took the edge off, but I’m still going to come fast.
My prince may need something more, though. I pull out and tap his side. “Get on your back.”
I arrange him on the bed and prop his hips up on a pillow, then push his legs up.
Before I enter him again, I bend down and gently kiss his lips, then his sweaty brow. I kiss each of his eyelids and his nose. I kiss his scar, and he shudders under me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper. “Everything about you is attractive. Your face, your hair, this glorious body. But also your soul, Kalle. I want you more than ever.”
And with that, I press inside him. His eyes are glassy as he strokes his cock. I time my movements to his, feeling the tightening in my body that tells me I’m going to come, and come hard.
“That’s it, lovely,” I whisper against his lips. “Come for me.”
Kalle’s dark hair is spread across my pillow, his chest heaving as he furiously shuttles his hand on his cock. I thrust two, three more times, and he comes, shaking and quivering, his spend jetting over his hand and belly.
I follow soon after, pushing deep into him and letting my release take over.
Then I collapse beside him, breathing heavily.
