Page 42 of Seeded By Two

I shifted my position so I lay flat on my front, bent over the edge of the bed, my ass fully at his mercy.

Even as I moved, he never stopped slamming into me, attacking me from every angle.

I slammed my hand on the mattress, what would have been a signal of supplication if we had been wrestling partners, but he didn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, no matter how much I begged.

And I was not going to give an inch.

I felt the first orgasm reach my lips before it even registered in my brain.

I screamed as he hammered at me, diving deep — so deep.

Men would have slowed down at that point, but the Prince maintained the same heady speed and didn’t let up, not even for a moment.

My face was pressed into the mattress.

He couldn’t see my expression but I was grinning like a madwoman as I screamed:

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

I laughed out loud as he drew another magnificent, powerful orgasm from me.

No doubt my pussy was already sopping wet and dripping with cum.

I laughed because otherwise I would have cried — cried through the sheer ecstasy of the moment.

He grunted loudly in the back of his throat with each penetration.

And, as he eased back, his cock thudding on the mattress, I looked over at it, and saw it was soaking wet with my juices.

The Prince was panting, gasping through his broad nostrils, sucking in as much air as possible.

He bent down to enter me once more, but instead, I pulled him onto the mattress and immediately climbed on top.

Now, it was my turn to ride the storm.

I turned my back to him and lowered myself onto his huge cock.

I pulled the negligee off over my head and tossed it to one side.

I began to ride him and couldn’t help but look back over my shoulder at him.

His muscles were firm and hard and bulging.

Gorgeous.

But when I looked up into his face, I witnessed the very last expression I thought I would see.

Horror.

Purely, unadulterated horror.

He was staring at my lower back, his eyes wide and full of fear.

“No…” he gasped. “By the Creator, please forgive me…”

“What?” I said. “What is it?”

He hardly had a fraction of a second to respond before the door flew open.

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