Page 11 of Naughty Prince
“Was that a…an orgasm?” she gasps as she presses up on her elbows, looking at me with wide, innocent eyes.
“No,ástin mín,” I say, chuckling as I crawl over her and kiss her softly, showing her what her pretty pink pussy tastes like. “That was just the start. There’s something even more wonderful waiting for you.”
“There is? But that felt so good. How can it feel better?”
“You will see,” I say, pulling open the buttons on her blouse so I can set my eyes upon these glorious breasts. When I expose her creamy skin, it’s overflowing from the lace cups of her bra. “I’m so amazed by your beauty. It hurts to feel this way.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, pulling at her lip again with her teeth. “If it’s any consolation, I think you’re so beautiful my soul weeps.”
“Yeah, it helps.” I grin, and pull my shirt over my head, flexing a little for her because she seems so impressed when she gasps and runs a hand over my abs.
“You. Are beautiful,” she breathes.
“Mmm.” I lower my head and press my face against the soft cushion of her breasts, running my teeth along the edge of the lace before I find her nipple and tease the tight bud through the thin fabric.
“Oh, yes. Luke.”
I let my hands wander lower, prying her legs open and holding them wide so I can get a good look at her glistening core. “Sweet girl. I’m going to fuck this cunt of yours so damn hard.”
She gasps in shock at my words, and before I can second guess myself, I dive in like a man starved, lapping at her folds and sucking at her clit. She writhes and I grunt, sucking back harder and swirling my tongue around the tiny bundle of nerves until her hips lift off the bed and she’s crying out, quivering and shaking as her juices flood my mouth.
“Holy fuck,” she gasps as her shudders calm down. “That was—”
“An orgasm,” I provide with a smile. “Much better, huh?”
“Yes.” She nods vigorously. “Does it? Um…”
“Get better?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh,ástin mín.There is so much more your body can do, and since that sweet little cunt of yours is ripe for fucking, I’m about to show you.”
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Ivy
“Oh god. Yes. I want more,” I gasp. “Give me more.” If his mouth can do that to me, imagine what that throbbing hard cock will do.
His eyes darken and a grin curves his mouth. “And I’ll give it to you. But remember that you asked for this,” he growls as he unbuttons his pants then prowls up my body. He stops when we are aligned and stares into my eyes. “Eight days.” A frown drifts across his brow before his mouth covers mine, his tongue invading like I’m some lush green land, and he’s the invading army.
Eight days.
Eight days in this country, in this bed. I feel as though there’s something wonderful here, that he is mine and I am his and we belong to each other, just like this, forever. But maybe that’s just the orgasm talking. I barely know a thing about him, but at the same time, I feel so connected. I felt connected with him the moment he ran into me at the airport and we locked eyes. I didn’t even have to touch him to fall under his spell.
Eight days.
It isn’t enough.
I need more.
I yank the cups of my bra down so my breasts are free to press against the hard planes of his chest. I love the way my soft moves against his hard, and the friction drives me wild. I moan into our kiss, my arms going around him, pulling him to me, begging for something more. Then I feel the hard tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy.
“Oh god,” I gasp. This is it. The moment I become a woman.
“Ivy, my sweet and innocent Ivy,” he says as he pushes his tip in. “I need you to relax or this will hurt more than it needs to.”
“Oh god. Luke. I—”think I’m having a panic attack.I didn’t expect it to feel this…strange.
