Page 12 of Savage Princess

I never knew how hot it could be to have someone watching as I come. Levin’s heated gaze only makes the orgasm that much more intense as it crashes over me, every muscle in my body seizing as I throw my head back and come hard, my breath catching in my throat as I moan his name, my fingers flying over my clit as my thighs tighten and my back arches, and I know he’s seeing all of it, watching me lose myself in pleasure at the thought ofhim.

And still, it barely even takes the edge off.

I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

Levin

I’m on the verge of being so aroused I can’t handle it, clinging with my fingertips to the last shreds of my self-control.

It’s been a long fucking time since I’ve seen anything as hot as Elena Santiago in the bed across the room from me, defiantly pushing her hand between her thighs and telling me that she’s going to come whether I like it or not. It gives me the distinct urge to do things that I haven’t done to a woman in years—like put her over my knee and spank her for her defiance, or tie her up to the bed and tell her that if she’s so insistent on coming, she can beg me for it while I tease her greedy little clit with my tongue.

Or alternatively, I could make her come so many times she’d be moaning that it’s too much, begging me to stop, while I tell her that her orgasms are mine now, for me to decide how many she gets, and since she’ssoinsatiable—

All of those thoughts and more crash through my head as I watch her fingers slide between her legs. I know just what she’s feeling, how soft and wet and hot she is, how slick her clit is under her fingertips, how she would taste if it were my tongue there instead of her fingertips. I want her so badly that it’s painful, my cock rock-hard and dripping pre-cum beneath the towel, the slide of it down my sensitive flesh almost unbearable. It takes everything in me not to cross the room, pin her to the bed, and fuck her senseless in a real bed instead of on the beach.

It’s only intensified when she comes. I stare at her helplessly as she throws her head back, thighs opening as her fingers fly over her clit, and I catch a glimpse of her wet and swollen pussy, my entire body throbbing with need. I canfeelhow good it would be if I pushed myself inside of her right now, her pussy clenching and fluttering with her orgasm around my cock. How fucking incredible it would feel. I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind keeping myself on the other side of the room.

I can feel myself trying to rationalize letting myself go to her a dozen different ways.She deserves to know what it’s like to have sex in an actual bed, good sex, instead of just losing her virginity on a beach. You could show her all the ways it can be good before she ends up with some other guy that might fuck her on a futon in his frat house. You could be the one to teach her what it can be, exactly what she should expect, so she never settles for less. You’d just be giving her more of what she asked for. It could be temporary. Just for now.

I know all of that is bullshit. I know that I’m just making excuses for what I want, that if I go across that room and get in that bed, that I’ll be crossing a line I can’t ever go back over. That what I feel for her is so much more than just wanting to fuck her, than some age-gap romance where I teach her all the ways of pleasure and then turn her loose in the world.

If I let myself have even a little more of her, I’m never going to be able to let her go. I’ll repeat history, and if that happens—

I’m still fighting the urges surging through me when Elena gets up from the bed, her robe still loosely tied around her waist as she strides towards me. There’s a confidence in her that I’ve never seen before, as if she realizes how much of the upper hand she has right now, how close I am to breaking.

She walks right up to me, almost brushing against me as she looks up into my eyes, and her hand reaches out for the edge of my towel.

With my last remaining bit of control, I reach out in a flash, grabbing her wrist before she can pull it away.

I see her eyes go wide, but a small smile toys at the corners of her mouth. “Are you going to toss me on the floor like you did last night?” she whispers softly, her voice husky and full of desire as if she didn’t just come like a fucking freight train in front of me.

“That was an accident,” I tell her. I mean for the words to come out sharp, a reprimand, but my voice is thick with lust instead, so full of it that I know she won’t mistake it for anything else. “I told you–”

“That’s what happens when I wake up a trained assassin.” She tilts her chin up, a teasing note in her voice that’s far too flippant for what happened last night. “But you look pretty awake right now.”

She tilts her head a little, a mischief in her eyes that completely undoes me, and her fingers reach out, tugging at the edge of my towel. “What happens if I touch you like this?”

Before I can stop her, she sinks down to her knees, her free hand sliding up my thigh as she hits the floor. I stare down at her, feeling as if I’m lost in a haze as her hand grazes upwards, and my cock lurches as the towel falls away, leaving me completely naked in front of her.

I can see the hunger in her eyes, what she wants to do. I suck in a breath, trying to find the strength to tell her no, to tell her to get up, and god fucking help me, I can’t find it.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen anything as beautiful as Elena Santiago on her knees with my cock an inch from her lips, looking up at me with those huge doe eyes begging me to let her put it in her mouth.

I can’t find it in myself to stop her.

She leans forward as I let go of her wrist, both of her hands smoothing up my thighs as her lips graze over my swollen cockhead. I suck in a hiss of air, the sensation jolting up my spine, immediately followed by the warm, wet feeling of her tongue sliding over the sensitive flesh as she licks up a thick bead of pre-cum pearling from the tip.

It becomes immediately clear that she isn’t in any rush—and that she wants to explore.

“Tell me what feels good,” Elena murmurs, those wide eyes looking up at me as her tongue slides down, rubbing over the soft patch of flesh just beneath the tip. I suck in another breath between my teeth, feeling my body stiffen as her lips curl up in amusement.

“That does?” she asks softly, her lips and breath brushing against me as she speaks. “Tell me,” she adds insistently. “I want to know.”

The sight of her on her knees, begging me to teach her how to suck my cock, completely undoes me.

My hand slides around to the back of her head, lightly stroking her dark hair as my hips twitch forward. “That felt good,” I murmur. “What you just did. Teasing me there with your tongue—if you want to tease and go slow.”

“Maybe I do.” She flicks her tongue over that spot again, rubbing lightly, and I feel my knees weaken a little at the sensation. I’m painfully hard, and every touch is magnified by how aroused I am. She licks up a little more of my pre-cum, letting out a soft humming moan, and I briefly close my eyes at the realization that she’s turned on by my taste.

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