Page 21 of Princess's Revenge

She kisses urgently, like she wants everything to happen all at once. I want to take charge, but I’m not sure if I’m supposed to.

Her hands go into my hair, over my face…she grinds against me till my cock hurts because it has nowhere to go in my jeans.

Still, I kiss her back, because this beautiful young woman is my boss and she doesn’t even know it…and I want her more than anything.

I’ve only just met her and I’d give my life for her.That’s not the code talking…that’s pure lust.

Two days ago, I got sucked off by a twenty-two-year-old blonde at a strip club. The day before that, I nailed a nine-teen-year-old hostess at a dinner party.

I’m not short on sex, but what Andrea is doing to me is something else.Is it because I’m not supposed to have her?

I’m aching for her.

“What’s wrong?” she stops what she’s doing and searches my eyes.

“What?”

“You’re not doing anything?”

“Yes I am.”

“No, you’re not,” she frowns, “you’re not touching me.”

“Do you want me to? Andrea, you don’t owe me anything just because I brought you this stuff.”

She huffs, “Anthony, I could give a fuck about all thisstuff. I’m grateful, yes, so thank you, butthings have been really fucked up since yesterday and I need to feel something. I need to know that I’m still alive.” She gives me the most innocent look ever, “I like you. Don’t you like me?”

“Do I like you?”She’s got to be kidding.“I more than like you, Andrea.” I take hold of her and kiss her deeply. I make it last…and it’s something I haven’t felt in a long…long time.

She keeps grinding on me as we kiss. A minute later, she pulls back. “Show me,” she takes her t-shirt off, turns to the side and lays down on the couch.

I’ve got the most stunning woman in the world in her brassiere, jeans, and socks. I don’t care what’s right or wrong anymore. She looks like a meal. Those tits look fucking amazing!Glad I skipped dinner.“Alright, I’ll show you.”

The flesh of youth is a thing that comes but once in a lifetime. It’s not to be wasted.

I taste every bit of the skin on her belly, moving slowly upwards till I’m between her breasts and can bury my face there. The scent is exquisite. I’m so hard for her.

I go to her mouth and kiss her once more, taking my time to savor her fresh, sweet lips.

When I look into her eyes, I learn a truth about myself—I am her servant.

She has me under her spell.

She could command me into the fires of hell and I would go willingly to please her.

I lean back so I can undo her jeans. I do it slowly and watch the smile grow on her face, then pull them off to reveal legs that can only be described as a stairway to heaven.

I toss her pants aside and take a look at the view. Gorgeous is an understatement.

I lift her leg and kiss her ankle, then suck and nip my way higher.

I love the way Andrea writhes and bites her lip in frustration. “You’re really taking your time here, aren’t you?”

“When you get to my age, you learn to appreciate things the right way,” I kiss the inside of her thigh and she arches her back.

She moans, “Anthony, you’re driving me crazy!”

“Good!” I smile and breathe deep at her center. “You said you needed to feel something.”

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