Page 43 of Savage Princess

“Elena!” I hiss her name, but her fingers are already slipping into my jeans, brushing against the straining flesh of my cock. I suck in a breath as she wraps those fingers around me and slides me free, far too deftly for a girl who had never touched a cock until recently.

“Shh,” she whispers teasingly as she wraps her hand around me, leaning forward. “Someone will hear you.”

I stare down at her, unable to entirely believe that this is the same girl who I rescued from her father’s burning house only a short time ago. She’d been so innocent, but there’s nothing innocent about the way she leans forward, looking up at me with those huge doe eyes as she presses her full lips to the tip of my cock. I instantly forget what a terrible idea this is.

It’s all I can do to keep silent, teeth clenched, as she wraps her lips around my cockhead and starts to suck, her tongue fluttering beneath it as she holds my gaze.

She looks so fucking gorgeous, and I know I’m not going to last long.

Which is probably for the best, considering we’re in public.

Her hand slides down my shaft, her mouth following it, and I can’t stop myself from threading my fingers through her hair as I look down at her, watching her swallow my cock inch by inch. Her tongue against my heated, sensitive flesh feels heavenly, and I feel the muscles in my thighs tighten as she strokes her hand along me as she slides up again, her lips reddened from the effort.

I can tell she’s trying to make me come fast. She strokes faster, wrapping her lips around the tip again as she rubs her tongue over it, licking up my pre-cum as I feel my cock throb in her mouth.

“Fuck–” I breathe through gritted teeth as my hand tightens in her hair, and as she slides down again, my cockhead brushing against the back of her throat, I know I’m going to lose control.

Pleasure races down my spine, my entire body throbbing as I fill her mouth with my cum, feeling it spurt over her tongue as she swallows convulsively. A little of it trickles out of her lips, dripping over the fullness of her lower lip and onto her chin. The sight of it is so fucking erotic that it sends another wave of pleasure through me, my cock spasming on her tongue as I watch my cum spill over her lips.

She pulls back, a little breathless and flushed, wiping her lips with her fingers—and then a small, coy smile plays over her mouth as she slides her fingers between her lips, licking off the rest of my cum.

“Holy fuck, Elena—” I look down at her, feeling as if I’m still in a daze. I reach down, helping her up as she shakes out the wrinkles on her skirt, and I feel like I can’t entirely catch my breath as I reach down to fix my own clothing.

“I still need help with my zipper,” she says softly, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

I should chastise her. I should tell her that was a ridiculous fucking idea, that it could have gone so many ways that would have put us in danger. But I can’t pretend I didn’t enjoy it. And she’s right about one thing—nothing bad happened. I can’t bring myself to spoil the mood by bringing up whatcouldhave happened.

“Which dresses do you think I should get?” she asks as I pull down her zipper, as nonchalantly as if she didn’t just suck my cock and swallow my cum in a public dressing room. “I think the black one, for sure.”

So, I’ll think of my cock in your mouth every time I see you in it.The thought occurs just as she turns towards me, a mischievous smile on her face, and I know in that instant that’sexactlywhy she wants the black dress.

“These are supposed to distract everyone else, not me.” I reach out, my fingers tracing her jaw as I slide the pad of my thumb over her lower lip, just where my cum dripped out over it a few moments ago. “The black dress is very distracting.”

“Because of what I just did?” The smile grows, and I can tell she’s enjoying teasing me. She enjoys all of this, and I can’t shake the feeling that sheshouldn’t, but it doesn’t seem to matter to her. She’s determined to make the best out of every situation.

“You know that’s why.”

“Should I not get it?” Her brow creases a little, and I’m on the verge of telling her that, yes, maybe it’s a bad idea for her to get it. Maybe it’s not the wisest thing for me to think of her on her knees every time I see her wearing it.

But the sheer wickedness of it is tempting.

“Get it,” I tell her, and I know it’s more because I know it’ll please her than anything else. “That, and the dark purple one. You can swap between those two a few times before I think we risk running into anyone who will recognize you and possibly catch on to what we’re doing.”

“Good,” she says with a smile, and then quickly, before I even realize what she’s doing, she goes up on her toes and kisses me.

It’s enough to make me realize that I want more than just to keep her safe.

I want her to be happy.Iwant to make her happy.

My feelings for Elena Santiago are treading a very, very thin line.

Elena

After we get the dresses, we find a pair of heels to go with them, then stop by a cosmetics store to get a few testers of makeup and perfume that I can use. By the time we’re back at the motel with takeout food for dinner, it’s early evening.

Levin has been tense since we bought the dresses, and I know why. I also know I probably shouldn’t have gone down on him in the dressing room—but I wanted to. It seemed fun, exciting—adventurous. It could have gotten us into trouble, but it didn’t. We were both careful enough that we got away with it, and as far as I can tell, that’s what matters.

I’m not so sure that Levin feels the same way.

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