Page 12 of Dark Prince

“Fuck,” I breathe out, relaxing as the first bit of tension begins to ebb away. Neither one of us can go more than a week without this, and for me, it’s never enough. If I had my way, I would keep her secured to my bedpost to have her like this every time I wanted.

But that would never happen. The woman is better at getting out of any binding material than me, so kidnapping was never an option. Of course, that’s never been the route I wanted to take with her either.

“Move,” I say through clenched teeth while bucking my hips, no longer able to stand the stillness. She got me hard, now she needs to ride my cock until I pass out from overdosing on her scorching heat. Alcohol has always been a piss-poor substitute for what I really wanted to get drunk on—my wife’s cunt, her mouth, her hypnotic tight asshole.

“How bad do you want it?” she taunts. As if to add fuel to the fire she set, she clenches her muscles around my dick and has the audacity to smirk down at me.

This motherfuckin’ bitch.

Digging my fingertips into the flesh on her thighs hard enough I know she’ll be bruised tomorrow, I reach up with my other hand and grip the material of her dress that’s covering her tits, and then I yank her down until her lips crash into mine again. Biting on her bottom lip, I lift my hips once more and start to piston in and out of my wife’s heat. Fuck, she feels good—feels right. So fucking right that I crave this every second of every goddamn day.

“Jesus,” she forces out, her hot breath coating the inside of my open mouth.

“Yeah, that feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” I ask with false confidence, silently hating that I need to hear her affirmation.

“Yes,” falls from her lips in a breathless wave that does so many things to me at once that I can’t single out one of them.

Pulling the top of her strapless dress down, I free her naked breasts. For a stripper, her chest is on the small side, but that doesn’t make them any less desirable. Her tits are like two perfectly portioned teardrops, sculpted onto a body meant to make men worship at her feet. And like a fool, that’s exactly what I do.

Running my parted lips down the column of her neck, I rub my thumb over one of her puckered nipples as I slow my hips. She attempts to speed us back up, knowing what I’m doing, but I smack my palm against her hip to slow her pace, preventing her body from taking the control she seeks. Finally, I latch my mouth around her other nipple, sucking ever so lightly as I mimic the motion of my thumb on her other nipple with my tongue.

A shiver racks through her. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my lips, causing me to lose my grip around her breast. Wrapping my arm around her lower back, I push downward as I grind myself against her, eliciting a moan from Sasha’s lips.

“Oh, my god,” slips from her lips. The pleasure in her voice sends tingles down my spine. Pulling out, I flex my hips and speed back inside her, forcing us to grind together as I slow back down, making love to her from the bottom.

Her body starts to shiver so I swap sides, moving my tongue and lips to her other nipple and thumb the one I just had my mouth around. Her muscles tighten around me, and it takes every ounce of control not to follow her over the edge of ecstasy.

It’s going to take more than one round with this beauty to get where I plan on being tonight.

When she sighs and her pussy stops trying to milk my dick, I know her orgasm has stopped. It’s in the next breath that I flip us, her back hitting the plush mattress as my dick slides out.

“Goddammit, Ren, come!” she yells when her senses return. Her clear eyes darken as her anger sets in. I expected this.

“When I’m ready. Now suck it clean, bitch.” I glance down at my glistening cock and then back at my wife, a smirk firming in place on my lips.

“Only if you clean mine,” she replies, the innocence in her tone mocking.

“With motherfuckin’ pleasure.” I smack her muscular thigh, instructing her to part her legs. Without argument, they fall open, and I watch my cum flow out from her body, the sight making my dick even harder.

Falling forward, I smash my lips into her, kissing her once more, needing her more than a man should. It’s in that vulnerable moment that she takes full advantage, flipping me back underneath her. Knowing exactly what she’s doing, I don’t stop her. She straddles my neck, shoving her snatch to my lips like the greedy bitch she is.

But I’m greedy too, and I eat everything she has to give me, loving every goddamn drop of us mixed together, feeling how right we are.

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