Page 32 of Roughing the Princess

I slowly pulled out of Tova’s tight pussy.

She moaned in protest around my thumb.

Jesus.

But she had nothing to be upset about. I was just getting started. I spun her around and lifted her thighs around my waist, pushing back into her tight pussy. I wanted to fuck her so hard. But I also didn’t want to hurt her. She was a national treasure. Although, she was wearing a helmet…

I slammed her back against the wall and went so deep inside of her that she let out a little scream. She threw her head back in pleasure. And the helmet did its job.

I fucked her on the wall until I could barely stand. And then I pushed her against some shelves. Hard.

Too hard.

The shelf wobbled and then toppled over. Dozens of helmets and shoulder pads crashed to the ground.

Oops.

But I didn’t fucking care. I just needed more of her.

I shoved some cleats off a bench and tossed Tova onto it. And then I knelt down in front of her.

Her tits rose and fell with her breath. I leaned forward and swirled my tongue around her right nipple. “Touch yourself,” I whispered against her soft flesh. “Touch yourself like you did every night these past few weeks when you wished I was with you in your bed. Show me.”

For a second she didn’t move. I grabbed her hand and placed it on her upper thigh.

“Play with your pussy for me, princess. Show me what you like. Show me how desperate you were for me.”

Because I needed a second with her tits.

She slid one of her fingers into her wetness and moaned.

I could just make out her smile through the face mask. She’d just been pretending to be shy. I bet she fucked herself with her fingers every night to pictures of me.

“Good girl.” I buried my face between her tits and breathed in her sweet perfume. I sighed. This high was definitely worth everything she’d put me through. I lightly tugged on her left nipple with my teeth.

“Talon,” she moaned and tilted her head back.

“Do you have any idea how many times I stroked my cock while picturing you naked beside me?”

She moaned again, her fingers moving faster.

“What did you think of while you touched yourself? My cock? My fingers? My mouth?” I sucked on her nipple hard.

“All of it,” she said breathlessly.

I kissed between her breasts once more and then left a trail of kisses down her stomach. “I dreamed of tasting you.” I grabbed her wrist to stop her fingers. “My turn, baby.” I pulled her fingers out of her wetness. But before she could move them away, I slid them into my mouth.Fucking hell.She tasted just as sweet as I thought she would.

I pulled my mouth off her fingers and thrust my tongue deep into her pussy.

“Talon.” Her fingers gripped the back of my head, keeping my face flush with her pussy.

But she didn’t need to hold me down. I could feast on her delicious cunt all night. She tasted like heaven. The soft velvet of her pussy lips was better than any dessert. And there was something I knew I needed to do.

Maybe my friends were full of shit. Maybe they weren’t. But I’d been dreaming of Tova riding my mustache so many nights. And I’d lose my mind if it didn’t happen.

I leaned back, pulling her off the bench with me. Until my back was against the floor and she was hovering above me.

“Ride my face, princess. Keep showing me what you like.” I grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy against my lips.

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