Page 17 of The Darkest Prince

I’ve been getting better at knowing my limits over the years. So I can sense when the urges resurface and usually find Bastian in time.

Bash licks the taste of his cum from his bottom lip. For a split second, our eyes meet, and I think he might kiss me. I’ve tried so many times with him. But he insists on no kissing or fucking.

Apparently, kissing a man would make him gay. But sucking my dick is a gray area for him. Whatever floats his boat. As long as this never ends, I don’t fucking care. He can label us with whatever he wants.

Bi.

Gay.

Straight.

Don’t care.

I flatten my tongue against his cheek and lick up to the skin beneath his eye. “Ineedyou.”

The crazier shit I do, the more it lowers his guard. Bastian gives me a hesitant look before getting on his knees and fisting my shaft. I know how to work him over until I get what I want. And he’s good at manipulating me, too.

“Suck on your fingers,” I tell him.

He does as I request, staring up at me with those big, gray eyes, and then shoves two wet fingers into my ass. “Is this what you want, you crazy fuck?”

His fingers work my tight hole, and even though it burns, I don’t care. It feels so fucking good.

I nod and slide the tip of my cock across his lips. “I want to paint your tongue with my cum.”

Shaking his head, he sighs. “How did we get here, Damian?”

He wishes he could stop.

But he can’t.

“It didn’t take much convincing,” I point out, my voice muffled as he fucks my ass with his fingers. “You love my dick. So suck it, and stop playing games.”

It’s the truth.

He’s told me plenty of times in the heat of the moment that he loves my dick in his mouth. Loves how I make him feel.

And I know this to be true when he licks playfully up and down my shaft before my cock disappears into his mouth. My fingers slip through his hair. It’s a few inches longer than mine, which I like. This way, I can pull harder whenever he tortures me with his mouth.

He looks up at me, holding my gaze, with his cheeks puffed out from fitting all of me. Running my fingers through his hair, I take in the feel of his soft locks and the scent of bergamot in his cologne.

I love everything about him. How he smells, tastes, and looks. Bastian is perfect in every way. And he’s always been there for me.

He protects me. And sometimes, he has to save me from myself.

With two fingers in my ass and the warmth of his mouth driving me fucking crazy, I come so hard and fast that my body jerks like it’s been hit by a hurricane.

He pulls back after I fill his mouth with cum and opens up for me. I get off on seeing my cum on his tongue and smile. Bastian knows all the ways to please me.

“You looking fucking hot with my cum in your mouth.” I run my thumb across his lip. “I wish you’d fuck me.”

He rolls his eyes and swallows, pulling away from me. “Stop with that shit, would ya?” Bastian rises from the floor and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, turning his head toward the door. “I’mnotfucking you.”

“How is it any different than anal with a woman?” I tuck my dick into my pants and cup his shoulder, forcing him to look at me. “I bet you think of me while you’re fucking them in the ass. Don’t you? I can see the look in your eyes. Your focus is on me—not them.”

“It’s not the same.” He walks over to the sink and washes his hands, scrubbing so hard his skin could crack open. “And you know it, D.”

“Actually, no, I don’t.” I move to the sink beside him and lather my hands with soap. “Because you won’t let me find out.”

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