Prince Piercing(7)

He licked my butt cheeks, slobbering all over me. I could feel it getting wet and slimy back there, and he put his other hand around under me to find my clit as he played with my ass with his mouth. With his agile fingers pressing the right spots, soon I was pushing my ass back against his face, he was working me close to an orgasm when he pulled up and climbed over me, doggy-style. He took my cunt in one quick thrust, soaking his cock in my fluids. He f*cked me from behind for a few moments before pulling out and rubbing the tip against my ass.

I knew what he was going to do and while I was terrified it was going to hurt, I didn't stop him. I surrendered to what he wanted and I tried to force myself to relax on the bed. He slowed his fingers on my clit, taking his time, helping me focus and relax on pleasure.

Inching the tip of his cock up my ass, I could feel him stretch me, it burned slightly, but he went slow, pushing himself inside. When he filled me all the way up, he slowly started to move an inch at a time back and forth, I was so tight, and he was so big. I exploded instantly into an orgasm that had my legs shaking and me holding my breath. Seeing stars explode behind my eyes, I'd never cum so hard in my life. He took me more aggressively then as I relaxed my body against him. He kept playing with my vagina and clit, keeping my orgasms going as he picked up the pace and I could feel his balls slapping against the lips of my *.


I buried my face hard into the bed; I'd never allowed anyone else to take me like this. It was vulnerable, it was erotic and hot, and it just slightly hurt because of how thick and big he was. I was shaking from the intensity of the sensations and I felt myself break out into a sweat. I was all slippery all over and as he leaned over me, I could feel the piercings on his nipples rub against my back through his shirt. I didn't even know he had them pierced until now.

There were a lot of things I didn't know about him, and realized I wanted to learn. He was right, I couldn't just go back home without figuring out what this was that was going on between us. The idea of leaving him behind had me feeling a little panicky and I hated myself for feeling weak, but it wasn't his fault. There was something going on between us that was more than just sex, even if the sex was amazing. And intense, and rock me out of this world explosions of cumming that he kept pushing my body to experience.

I could feel his cock grow a little larger, a sign that he was about to cum, I pushed my butt back against him, taking him deeper inside of my ass and encouraged him to climax. I liked feeling it, I wanted him to fill me up, and when he did, his fingers pinched my clit and pulled slightly, sending me into a gut-clenching orgasm that had me squeezing around his cock hard enough it almost hurt me as he pushed inside and filled my ass up with his cum.

He shuddered against me and put his weight on my back and dropped his hand off my clit to brace himself on the bed. Holding himself up with his arm he bit the back of my neck. Dominating me, claiming me. I turned my head to give him easier access and knew in that moment that I was his.

I couldn't resist anymore. I didn't want to fight. If he wanted me, for as long as he wanted me, I would belong to him. I just hoped at the end of this, I wouldn't end up with a broken heart.





Chapter 5


I got all cleaned up for my mother's wedding, and during the entire ceremony, the stiffness I felt in my ass from my sexcapade with Rupert was a nice, rosy reminder of our intimate moments just a little bit ago. I wasn't sure how I was going to handle what was going on between us, but he was right, I couldn't run away until I knew for sure if this was something real or not between us.

I think it bugged me that he was right. He seemed so cocky and arrogant at times, but I don't think he was trying to be, I think he was just confident and believed what he was saying. I could barely focus during the wedding, I was thinking about Rupert who kept sending me smoldering glances during the wedding that had me blushing.

My mother finally caught one of the looks between us and raised a brow. She gave me a look that said 'this is not the time or place'. I knew that look well. It's the one she'd given me growing up all the time right before the verbal warning came that my ass would be in major trouble the minute we were alone.

I averted my eyes from Rupert's, I focused for the rest of the wedding, thought I found it hard to ignore him. My mother kept giving me glances during the reception that said she was going to talk to me before they went off on their honeymoon. They were going to some exotic island that I'd never heard of, and wasn't invited along on. I would be staying here.

With Rupert.

Gulping at the thought of all the trouble the two of us could get into trouble with, I laughed a little. We weren't teenagers, and just because we'd become step-siblings when my mother had married his father, we hadn't grown up together and we were already involved.

I had avoided Rupert before the wedding, but I had noticed him. I had noticed his volunteer work, and that he was out with his horses each day working hard. He did a lot of training himself and he gave riding lessons to disabled children. He was a good man and did a lot of good deeds, despite having a playboy reputation. No one had mentioned all the little things he did. The non-exciting gossipy things. They focused on his charm, and good looks and sex appeal and the tabloids had painted a pretty sexy picture and created a reputation I had bought into.

Underneath all of that, was a good man, with a good heart. A man a woman could love, if she'd let herself. The sex was out of this world. He was just the right kind of dominating lover in the bedroom, while still being excited by his woman's pleasure and ensuring she had fun along the way that made it hard to resist falling into bed with him. Or the nearest linen closet.