Princely Passions

“That tickles!” I squeal, and he looks up at me, donning that smirk, before nibbling the skin leading to my boy shorts.

Rather than just taking off my panties, Derrick teases me with them on. Running his perfectly angles nose between my legs, I can feel him inhale my scent and it somehow turns me on.

“You’re already wet for me, love,” he bites his lower lip as he lowers himself to the floor, my legs spreading open for him.

Prince Derrick Blaine is on his knees, massaging my foot, and I cannot believe this is really happening. The look in his eyes is undeniable desire, he is craving me, torturing himself as me with this delay.

Pressing his thumbs into the ball of my foot, he works patiently, to caress my petite foot with his strong hands. Once he’s finished one foot, he moves to the next, and then kisses up one leg, spending extra time on my inner thigh. The skin is so sensitive I begin moaning loudly as he nears my sex, but he passes over my most sensitive place and kisses on the other leg.

Pushing my knees up so that each of my feet are flat on the bed, he stands before me, running his index fingers along the waistband of my panties.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks with a look of seriousness in his eyes.

“Yes,” I breathe the answer, unbearably ready for him.

Rather than rush in, he stares at me for an extended moment, his head tilting and those beautiful eyes squinting as he searches my face for something.

“I’m sure,” I promise him, looking deeply in his eyes and this seems to ease his reservations. As soon as he begins pulling my boy shorts down, I lift my ass to help, and the kick my feet in the air, so that he can remove the panties from my legs.

Stepping back, he unbuttons his destroyed denim jeans, I can already see the huge bulge through the fabric. With his eyes on me, he pulls his boxers and jeans down together, revealing that glorious cock I’ve salivated over more times than I care to admit thanks to his ridiculous antics on television. Swallowing hard, I wonder if that can even fit inside me. I mean, he is fucking huge!

Lowering his head between my legs, Derrick blows on my glistening pussy and the air against my wetness feels cool and tingly. When I move to close my legs out of instinct, he grasps them with his strong arms.

“You’re already so wet, but I gotta get you soaking, love,” is all he says before diving into my opening with that masterful tongue, kissing my opening just as he did my mouth. He can control every part of me with that tongue, or so it seems.

I can see why girls fall in love after sex. No, I’m not saying that I would fall in love, I’m simply empathizing. Yes, I’m attracted to him, and I want him more than oxygen right now, but I’m not falling for Derrick, and I’m definitely not in love with him!

“Ohhh!” I yelp. Those waves are building again, but they’re much bigger than yesterday. Stop judging me, he feels amazing, and I can’t think straight, but I know what I’m doing.

He’s so sloppy down there, his mouth is making slurping noises with my juices and it feels indescribable. My hand drops down my body, landing on his head as I grip his hair, which seems to turn him on. He groans with his mouth still on my sex and it feels like a vibration shoots through me.

“Derrick!” I moan, my hips flexing forward, begging for more of him.

“Hmm?” He hums in response, again sending tingles of vibrations down my spine.

“God,” I call out. My body is building and I know what’s coming. My hips are surging forward, humping his face just as I did the pillow yesterday. And then he takes my clit in his mouth, sucking gently and I lose it, the explosion takes over me and my legs shake uncontrollably as I moan embarrassingly loudly.

“Hmm, now you’re ready for me,” he crawls on the bed, lifting me roughly as he moves me to the center, positioning himself above me.

“You can tell me to stop at any time, okay?” He looks down at me, and I nod, my chest still heaving from my climax.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask bashfully.

“It’s already on,” he smirks. He’s a master, I didn’t even see him do it. He must have handled it all while pleasing me with that mouth of his.

“Spread your legs, love,” he instructs and I do as I’m told, holding my legs as far apart as they can go while he presses the tip of his thick rod at my opening. Slowly rocking his hips forward, he doesn’t seem to be getting anywhere. Then he moves his hands between my legs, physically opening my sex while gently thrusting forward and, holy fuck!

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bsp; “Ahhh!” I cry, the pain is immense, my body feels stretched beyond capacity.

“I know, baby, let me ease it in,” he leans down and takes me mouth while surging forward a little more and swallowing the cries that follow.

His cock is just too big. It’s a fucking hazard to have that thing. He should be required to have a special license or something, my Goodness!

“Are you okay?” He asks, brushing my hair from my face as he balances his weight on his elbows. I nod my head in agreement and he squints, displaying that doubtful look again.

“I want you to keep going,” I assure him and he looks pleased.