Page 67 of Kiss of a Hellish Prince

“I was bad,” I said, not recognizing the sound of my voice. It sounded lower, huskier, sexier. “I want to show you I can be a good girl too.”

I kissed him again as I slipped my hands down his pants into his boxers and wrapped my fingers around his hard cock. His skin was so soft and his cock was so thick I could barely wrap my fingers around him.

I moved to kiss his neck while slowly gliding my hand up and down his shaft, getting him as hard as I could. When I bit his neck just under his ear at the same time I squeezed the base of his cock, his breath caught in his throat.

“Do you really think that petting my dick is going to make up for putting yourself in danger?” Rune breathed out.

“No.” I pushed him back a few steps so he was leaning on the side of one of the larger, heavier bookcases. “But I think it’s a start to show you how sorry I am.”

I kissed him one more time, nipping his bottom lip a little with my teeth before sinking down to my knees.

I took his cock out of his pants and ran both hands over it. It was long and thick, a few veins running from the base to the head. The large mushroom head was a dark, angry red, with a single drop of pre-cum beading at the tip.

My eyes locked with Rune’s. He held his breath while watching me rock forward on my knees. I licked from the base of his cock up to the tip slowly, licking up the drop of pre-cum before wrapping my lips around the head and gently sucking.

The warm, salty, and slightly musky taste of him coated my tongue. My body responded instantly, my core clenching around nothing.

Rune let out a groan and slid his eyes closed, reaching up to hold on to the bookshelf behind him. His arms flexed in the new position.

I focused on the head, rubbing my tongue on the underside while I sucked. When he opened his eyes again, I took more of him into my mouth, sliding down as far as I could take him.

His eyes turned bright blue. I wanted to make them stay that brilliant color, with his pupils dilating while he watched me struggle to take more of him down my throat.

I wrapped my fingers around the last few inches I couldn’t get into my mouth. I moved my hand back and forth, massaging the base of his cock while sucking and licking the rest.

“Fuck, Tori,” Rune moaned.

I wasn’t sure if he was saying my name in pleasure or trying to get me to stop. Either way, I wanted to hear it again.

I moved faster, sucked harder. Spit coated his cock now, making my hand and lips slide over him easily. Each little sound from his mouth made me wetter. I was sure my panties were ruined by now.

He reached down with one hand and laced his fingers in my hair, holding my head still as he thrust into my mouth. I loved the feeling of his thick cock gliding over my lips and tongue. I felt like I was on the verge of coming myself, completely untouched.

Still on the verge was not over the edge though. I wanted to fly over it at the same time he did. His movements became shallower and faster. I could taste more of his salty pre-cum coating my mouth.

Keeping one hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock, I slid my other hand into my jeans. All it would take was a few taps on my clit, and I would come with him.

Before I could get past my soaking wet panties, Rune pulled my head off his cock.

“Get up,” he ordered while gently pulling my hair to guide me. “What do you think you are doing?”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I thought it was pretty obvious what I was doing.

His cock was still out between us and covered in my spit. He grabbed my wrist before I could touch him. I knew he was close; I didn’t understand why he’d stopped me.

“I don’t think so.” Using the hand in my hair to pull me closer to him, he pressed his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss. Then he spun us both around until my front pushed against the bookshelf.

“If you are going to apologize with your body, thenIget to decide when and where you touch me, andIget to decide when and if you come. Is that clear?” he growled into my ear. “Put your hands on the shelf and do not let go.”

I nodded and gripped the bookshelf.

Fuck, I loved it when he took control like this. I knew that if I told him to stop, he would, but I didn’t want him to. I wanted to give him control of everything.

“If I reach into your jeans, is your pretty little pussy going to be wet for me?” He reached around me to unbutton my pants. “Does sucking my cock make you wet?”

I nodded again.

“You will answer when I ask you a question, little girl.” He slammed one of his hands on the wood just above my hands, making me jump. “Does. Sucking. My. Cock. Make. You. Wet. For. Me.”

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