Natalie Vs. Prince

“Harder, harder,” I find myself saying, and his body picks up the pace at once. His thrusts grow furious, an almost uncontrollable violence to the way he moves, and I relish all of it. My insides are burning, and each time I feel his cock pulsing against my inner walls the thunder of pleasure roils inside my head. Christ, this pleasure… It’s almost surreal. Why didn’t anyone tell me that men like Connor existed? I deserve to know; everyone deserves to know.

“Don’t stop,” I urge him, fully knowing that there’s no need for me to tell him what to do. But I do it anyway, not wanting to take the risk. The ocean of pleasure is at my feet, and I want to ride this wave until the very end. “I’m going to—oh, God!” I moan as hard as I can, throwing my head back as my pussy tightens up around his cock like a vice. My fingernails dig deep into his flesh, and I hiss through my gritted teeth as if I’m in extreme pain, except, of course, what I’m feeling right now is the most intense kind of pleasure a woman can feel.

When the waves of pleasure start to recede, Connor’s still thrusting. Watching me come was the final straw for him; right now, I don’t think that anything in the world could make him stop, so I just urge him to carry on until the very end. “Come… Come inside of me,” I whisper, my honeyed voice making my words sound like a purr. I don’t need to say more; in an instant, a violent spasm takes over his cock and I feel his warm seed hitting me at once.

I moan softly as he cums, gushing his load inside of me for what seems like an eternity. Seriously, how is it possible for a man to cum this much? My pussy is brimming with semen, and I already feel it dripping down my thighs, the warm water washing it all away.

“Fuck…” he finally sighs, one last spasm going over his cock before he pulls it out from my pussy. I take my legs out from his back, carefully place my feet on the porcelain floor, and then he’s on me. He pins me against the wall with a sudden movement, and then he goes down to his knees, lifting one leg and placing it over his shoulder just like he did before. There’s still cum dripping out of my pussy, and he goes straight for it, opening his mouth wide and placing it between my thighs. I close my eyes and moan as he sucks on my folds, his tongue running up and down the length of my pussy as he scoops his own seed. I can barely believe this is actually happening.

“You drive me fucking crazy, you know?” he tells me, pulling back from my pussy and looking up at me. Before the running water washes it away, I see a few drops of cum hanging from his lips and I can’t help but smile at it.

“No…” I tell him. “You’re the one driving me crazy.”

I mean it. I really do.

6

Connor

I open my eyes and run one hand through my hair as I sit up on the bed. Fuck, what time is it? I look at the bedside clock, the screen showing 2:07 pm in red. I can’t believe I didn’t wake up on fucking time and—fuck, I almost have a heart attack as someone fucking stirs under the sheets. Then, a tuft of blonde hair peeks from under the covers and Natalie’s smart eyes look into mine. Oh, right, that happened. Guess I’m not late after all, uh?

After our early morning adventure—a fucking vigorous cardio session, I’d say—I wrapped Natalie in a large cotton towel, dried her off, and then carried her into my bed. She was gone the moment her back hit the mattress; to be honest, so was I. It’s rare for it to happen, but after being with Natalie I was fucking exhausted; she really brought out the best in me.

Of course, that doesn’t stop my cock from twitching as she pulls the sheets down, showing just a glimpse of the curves of her breasts.

“Hello there,” I tell her with a smile, and her eyes seem to widen at the sound of my voice. She sits upright on the bed, clutching the sheets against her chest, and bites on her lower lip. Oh, fuck, I can already tell that she has never had a one-night stand before. I should have fucking known… The way her innocent eyes seemed to flicker whenever I looked at her gave it way. Ah, fuck it. I guess I have already gotten her off the straight and narrow path she was on, but what can I fucking do? It’s not my fault I’m fucking irresistible.

“The meeting,” she stammers, looking at me and biting her lip again, “we have work to do.”

“We have lots of work to do, love,” I tell her, reaching up for her and tucking a stray lock of hair over her ear. She trembles as I touch her, but that doesn’t fucking stop me from leaning into her and laying a kiss on the corner of her mouth. I grab at the sheets, pulling them down her body, but she grabs my wrist and stops me.

“That’s not the kind of work I’m talking about,” she tells me, a serious expression taking over her face.

“But it could be,” I shoot back, pulling the sheets down my body. Her eyes dart straight to my cock, which is already as hard as a fucking boulder, and her face turns red. Looking away, she jumps out of the bed and starts looking around for her clothes. Ah, well, fuck it. “Here, let me get you some clothes. Yours are all wet.” I get up from the bed, completely naked, and go straight for the wardrobe. I keep a stock of ladies clothes there—from dresses to underwear—and they have proved handy more than once. It seems that most women I bring here end up with their clothes being torn off of their eager bodies.

Grinning, I grab a small lace thong and a matching bra, and then pick a tight short dress. I know she’ll find it too revealing, but that’s exactly what I want. What? I’m a fucking asshole; you know that.

“There you go,” I tell her as I hand her the neatly folded clothes. She takes them in her hands, and then looks into my eyes, waiting.

“Can you turn around?” she asks me, the sheet still covering her naked body.

“Do you have to?” I grin at her. Seriously? I can’t fucking believe she doesn’t want me to see her naked… I mean, I did more than just see her naked moments ago. But I turn around all the same, patiently waiting as she dresses.

“Okay, let’s go,” she says as she walks past me and into the corridor, already wearing the dress, the fabric hugging her curves so tightly I almost salivate. “We’re late and there’s lots to do.” I follow after her, but then she stops, turns on her heels and looks at me with a frown. “Connor… God… Could you please put some clothes on?”

“I’m wearing my best suit, love,” I tell her with a grin, and I can notice her struggling to keep her eyes focused on mine. Inevitably, she steals a glance at my tattoos and naked muscles, her face reddening again as she finds my hard cock.

“Please,” she repeats sternly. Sighing, I grab a pair of boxer briefs and pants from the wardrobe, and I put them on. By the time I get to the living room, still shirtless, she already has her laptop propped up on her knees, the hem of her dress revealing her toned legs. Fuck, isn’t she beautiful?

I sit right by her side and lean back against the couch as she looks up at me, a shy smile on her lips. “Ready?” she asks me, and I nod with a grin. I’m always fucking ready, maybe not for work, but definitely for more interesting matters. “Okay, so… As you know, your public image has taken a few hits over the years. There’s the drinking, the partying, the diplomatic carelessness, and… and…”

“All the fucking I do,” I complete her sentence.

“The womanizing,” she corrects me, frowning again. “So, I think that we should start by holding a press conference where you admit your failures and vow to do better. Then, we can venture into some public and visible volunteer kind of work, so that people start seeing another side of you.”

“What about the drinking? And the partying? And the… womanizing?” I ask her, grinning like the fucking bastard that I am.

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