“P-prince.”
His heat enveloped her, making her feel like she was burning from every direction.
Inside.
Outside.
Everywhere.
The prince’s green eyes glittered down at hers, telling her without words that he intended to consume her—-
A moan escaped her, Fawn’s body arching against his instinctively at the earthy promise in his eyes.
Oh God.
And then there was completely no way for her to think.
The prince was sucking hungrily on her neck while he palmed her breasts, and she moaned again. Soon, his mouth moved down to her breasts, nuzzling the valley between them, before latching on to one painfully erect nipple.
He began to suck, and she found herself gripping his dark hair. He sucked harder, and she gasped, instinctively arching up once more, driving her nipple deeper into his mouth—-
Eat me more.
Eat me harder.
Eat me.
The words pounded in her brain endlessly as the prince moved to her other nipple, sucking with such ferocious power that it began to hurt oh so beautifully.
His fingers began to explore the lower part of her body, and even as she shuddered against him, she forced her legs to open wide—-
His fingers brushed against the curls covering her folds, and she gasped.
The prince bit her nipple hard, and she gasped again, her head falling back against the pillows. Her head began to toss and turn as his fingers moved to stroke her folds, slowly, gently, and oh, the painfully slow torture just made her so much wetter and hotter—-
She squeezed her eyes shut. Who knew, oh holy sweet Jesus, but who knew that such gentleness could be so tortuously unbearable?
When she could no longer take the way he just kept stroking without fucking her with his fingers—-
Without giving it to her hard—-
She choked out, “Please.”
And in the next second, his mouth had left her breast. Another second, and the prince had moved down, eating her pussy, and she screamed.
His tongue thrust in and out of her just like a cock, and she gripped the bed sheets tightly, feeling her mind spinning out of control.
“P-prince—-” She could feel her pleasure building, simmering, readying itself.
The prince’s mouth moved up.
Oh God, oh God—-
His mouth closed on her clit, sucking hard, and it was like her dream and nightmare coming true in one blinding moment.
“Priiiiiiiiince!” She came screaming, her body arching against his mouth, and for one moment she almost feared she’d end up throwing him off. But the prince was too strong, his hands locking instead around her thighs, keeping her in place while his mouth didn’t stop tormenting her clit as she came and came.
She moaned in protest when he stopped kissing her between her legs, but then she felt him positioning himself above her, and a strangled gasp escaped her as she realized what this meant.
Their eyes collided.
“May I keep my promise, Fawn?” the prince rasped out.
Oooooooh.
That he would even ask—-
Shakily reaching up for him, her hands curved over his chest until her fingers met behind his neck.
“Please,” she whispered.
She had barely finished speaking when his hard, thick, throbbing cock drove inside her, tearing through her hymen with a single, swift, firm stroke.
It still hurt, enough to make her eyes fly wide open and her lips part in a shocked whimper.
But it also didn’t hurt as much as she expected, the pain subsiding almost right after, and leaving her to tremble in dazed awe.
The prince had taken her virginity.
Her fingers dug into his back at the thought, and the prince’s jaw clenched.
“May I move now?” Again, his sweetness took her by surprise, and when she could only nod shyly at him, a wicked smile slashed against the prince’s lips as he teased, “You can’t possibly feel shy now...”
She half wailed, “It’s y-your fault—-oh!”
The moment she had spoken, the prince had moved at the same time, and the feeling of his cock sliding out of her was indescribable, its thickness grazing against the walls of her pussy in a way that made her gasp and her fingers dig deeper into his back.
She stared up at him, utterly overwhelmed.
“That good?” the prince purred.
Oh!
How arrogant he sounded, and yet it just made him a hundred times sexier.
She bit her lip hard instead, refusing to give him an answer that would only make his already huge ego even more inflated.
The prince chuckled, and bending down, he whispered silkily to her ear, “I’m going to make you say it before this night is over.”
The words made her jerk against him, and the prince smiled down at her. “That’s my next promise to you.”
And then he was leaving her no chance to talk, his body moving, and the look in his eyes told her he had no intention of stopping until he had kept his promise.
Ooooooh myyyyyy Gooooooood——
Fawn found herself clutching at the prince’s shoulders desperately as he drove relentlessly into her, each stroke just a little harder and deeper than before. It was unbelievably good, and oh, the need to tell him began to build—-
Their eyes collided mid-thrust, and oh, the taunting gleam in the prince’s green gaze made Fawn bite her lip harder.
She was not going to tell him, she was not—-
The prince’s head lowered, and she tensed, her inner muscles contracting around his cock—-
One of his hands moved under her body, clasping tightly onto one cheek of her ass.
“P-prince—-” She couldn’t help moaning in protest when she felt him tighten his hold on her even as he pulled his cock out of her.
Was this how he would make her say it, she wondered dizzily.
She shook her head up at him.
The prince grinned.
And then his head bent back down again, his mouth closing over her nipple, sucking hard just as he started pounding into her.
A scream slipped out of her mouth, and she found herself holding on to him in every way, her hands clutching his head, her legs tightening around his waist, and still his thrusts didn’t relent in its strength and
