Player's Princess (A Royal Sports Romance)(146)
I grin and resist him as he tugs at my wrist to expose me. The look on his face when my nipple is exposed is priceless. I feel my face turning red, a flush on my throat and chest. He cups my breast and catches my nipple between his fingers. I squeak and jerk when he gives it a little pinch, and wrap my arms around his head, pulling him down.
His mouth, hot and wet, opens over my nipple and he drags his hot, soft tongue over, tasting me, and I groan. His cock is throbbing against me, screaming to impale me in all its hugeness, and I feel tiny and vulnerable beneath him. He’s gentle and rough at the same time, his hands gripping my sides tightly, his mouth chasing my breasts as I wriggle under him, gasping and biting down hard on little moans.
I’ve never felt so scared and alive and excited at the same time. It’s now, I want it now, but I want what’s coming next even more. He licks my nipples so hard they hurt and leaves a burning trail of kisses down my stomach and along my sides, taking what feels like hours to move down and finally drag his tongue along my quivering *. I arch and moan, writhing in the bed, my face aching from twisting from a slack mask of pleasure to a silly grin and back again.
Very slowly his finger presses inside me as he runs his tongue gently over my clit, sending icy spears through the hot buzz that fills my body. His finger sinks deeper and my body clenches around it, my legs locking around his head. Soon I can’t take the rough feeling of his tongue on my clit but I like it too much to stop him, moaning and whimpering as he devours me, pulls me down through myself into him and into a pink haze, every muscle relaxing as I lie splayed on the featherbed, my heels resting on his back like I’ve mounted a stallion.
“Let me suck your cock,” I blurt out, maybe trying to stop myself from rolling over the edge yet. “Please.”
His finger draws slowly out of me and he shakes loose of my legs, climbing over me, and for a fluttering, heart-pounding moment I think he’ll ignore the appetizer and take the main course, thrust inside me and ravage me with his huge erection.
He falls back on the bed, splayed out.
His cock is so hard. It’s so heavy it lies down against his stomach as he rests on the bed in front of me. I tremble when I realize I’m kneeling naked and exposed, my thighs wet, a dark-pink flush on my skin. There is a moment of confusion as I realize I don’t really know what to do, and start to giggle.
My prince seizes my arms and pulls me on top of him, into a deep kiss. Instinct takes over and I melt on him, like honey drizzled over a hot stone. I could lie here like this for a long time, just kissing him and rising and falling with his breath.
No, his cock urges me, come here.
So I do, slowly, the way he did. He likes it when I kiss his neck and likes it more when I use my teeth on his chin and chest, nipping at the skin, pinching between my teeth. Every little bite makes his body spasm and his cock flare harder under me. As I slide down, his erection glides over my sweat-slick skin, stroking between my breasts as I sink down between his legs.
I rest my head on his thigh and stroke his manhood lightly, holding it gingerly in my fingers, surprised by the heat and the softness, like a layer of velvet over a steel rod. All sorts of urges fill me, things I’ve never felt drawn to before. I duck in quickly and touch my tongue to the spot where his balls meet his shaft, just a quick taste.
Surprised that I like it, I bring my lips there and give the base of his shaft an openmouthed kiss. He sings his praises with a soft moan and a tight squeeze of his fist in my hair, a sharp pull before he releases and strokes my head and neck as I work down and tickle my tongue between his balls, so hard and hot. He groans and I feel his shaft throb and pulse in my hand, growing larger and harder still.
I lay my tongue on the underside of his shaft and drag it all the way up, grinning at his hoarse moan of pleasure that turns into a deep sigh as I close my lips lightly around the head of his cock and suck, a quick pulse that makes his legs jerk. I settle between them and he squeezes my sides with his knees as I take him deeper in my mouth, my eyes growing lidded.
Never before did I really understand why girls would want to do this, but something about him is different. His cock on my tongue quivers and it’s like I can feel the pleasure I give him flowing back into my own body, buzzing in my lips. I can take his endowment no more than halfway before I sputter and gag, so I use my hand, too, stroking his shaft, wetting it with my spit so I can grip harder and feel the veins throbbing against my palm and fingers.
The slack look of pleasure on his face intensifies when he sees me looking up at him. He laughs when he sees my lips curl, sees me smiling around his cock even as my lips press tight to his shaft. It is funny, in a way. My whole body shakes with a silent giggle and I bob my head, his hot shaft sliding between my lips until my jaw aches, rolling over my tongue.
I taste salt and bittersweet in my mouth and realize he’s close. I’m not sure what to do, then I decide what I want and stroke him furiously until he bucks, thrusts into my mouth, and explodes. In that moment as he comes it’s like I own him, and he fills my mouth with his hot seed. As he settles I stroke his shaft hard, squeezing him dry.
I make sure I catch his eye before I rise up on my knees, my hands resting on his legs. I swallow hard, a thrill shooting through my body. He saw my throat work, he knows I just gulped down his load. I barely have time to flick my tongue around my lips and get a stray sticky drop before he seizes me almost painfully by the arms and pulls me down into a rough kiss that spills onto my throat and chest.