Page 89 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

I swallowed in anticipation as he hooked his thumbs into the sides of the pants, and when he shoved them to the floor, my gasp echoed around the room.

Kelly stepped out of them and walked over, and by some miracle of God, I managed to stay upright. Not that my dick was havinganytrouble doing the same.

Kelly’s eyes were fierce now, his desire having taken over the softer, gentler feelings as he took hold of his cock and looked past me to the mattress.

“I’m going to need you to get on that bed, if you don’t want to be bent over it in the next five seconds.”

I bit into my lower lip. “I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”

I winked and turned to climb up on the bed. Feeling somewhat flirtatious, I glanced over my shoulder and wriggled my ass at him.

Kelly’s eyes flared as they zeroed in on what I was offering. “On your back, Donovan. I told you, I wantallof you tonight.”

I haphazardly tossed aside the pillows I didn’t need and then turned to lounge back against them. Sweet Jesus, the sight of Kelly naked with that long hair messed up from my hands… I opened my legs in invitation.

A wicked smile curled his lips as he turned to the bureau, grabbed a bottle of lube he’d clearly left there, then put a knee on the end of the mattress. As he began to prowl his way up the bed toward me, that image of a lion sprang back to mind, and never had I wanted to be prey more.

I began to stroke myself a little faster, the pre-cum leaking from my cock enough to get things going, as Kelly moved up between my legs.

“Bend your legs,” he said in a voice rough as gravel, and the things that did to my body should be illegal.

I did exactly what he said, no questions asked, which put my cock, balls, and eager hole on display right in front of his face. A feral sound rumbled out of him.

“Fuck, you’re something to look at.”

And so was he, kneeling between my thighs as he uncapped the lube and poured some into his hand.

“I’ve thought about taking you like this ever since that first time we were together.”

Kelly eyed my hand, and I immediately let go of myself. When his warm, slick palm took over, I jackknifed off the bed.

“You on your back,” he continued, his eyes locked with mine. “These legs wrapped around my waist.” He worked his fist up and down my length, brushing his thumb over my plump, flushed tip. “As I bury myself so deep inside you, you’ll never feel free of me again.”

“Oh God…” I slammed my eyes shut. His words and hands were causing chaos to my mind and body, as I anticipated exactly what he was saying. “I don’t want to be free.”

“No?”

“No,” I groaned, opening my eyes and looking deep into his. “I want to be yours, always.”

“Always,” he promised, and let go of me, reaching for one of the pillows that hadn’t quite made it to the floor. “Lift your hips for me.”

I raised my body off the mattress, and Kelly placed the pillow under my hips.

“Knees to chest.”

I reached for my knees, pulling them back to my chest, opening myself to him in a way that put me at my most vulnerable. But with Kelly there was no unease, no fear or worry of what he would do with my body.

“Damn, baby.” Kelly’s reverent tone had my cock lurching as he trailed his slippery fingers over my balls and down the sensitive strip of skin to my waiting hole.“As much as I love that pretty little diamond toy of yours, this”—he rubbed the pad of his finger over my eager entrance—“has to be the prettiest fucking sight I’ve ever seen.”

I looked down to see Kelly watching what he was doing with an intensity that should’ve scared me, but it just made me even hotter as he slowly pushed his finger inside me.

I moaned loudly, curling my toes into the soft duvet.

“That’s it, moan for me,” Kelly said as he added a second finger. “I could watch you like this for hours.”

My lips parted on a cry as he twisted his hand, and his fingers found my prostate. He licked his lips, picked up the bottle of lube, and poured some over my cock and balls, and the cool liquid dripped down to my hot hole. The erotic feeling of being stretched open for him had me going a little crazy.

I pressed my head back into the pillow, digging my fingers into my knees as Kelly added a third, then a fourth finger. Zeroing in and knocking up against that bundle of nerves again.

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