Masked Prince (Fated Royals 2)

I’d made her come a fuckload of times the night before and I knew she was sensitive. The tip of my cock was raw; I could only imagine what I’d done to the inside of her pussy. But that didn’t fucking matter to me.

“You’re going to want me to stop. I will not stop.”

Her body shuddered and she closed her eyes. She bit her lip as I rolled her clit back and forth, back and forth. I eased up on the pressure just long enough for her to answer. “I understand.”

I knew she’d wanted to ask Won’t stop what? But she’d stopped herself. I leaned back over her again and kissed her deep and long.

When I ended the kiss I told her, “You’re doing so well.”

The fear in her eyes softened and she smiled up at me. “I am?”

“Yes, my sweet,” I said, sliding two fingers inside her again. “You’re perfect, baby.”

A happy little sigh was accompanied by a curl of her toes. “Thank you.”

“But remember,” I said, pulling over a chair that I had beside the table, “I will not stop.”

My praising her had given her the courage I’d intended. “I understand.”

I sat down on the chair backwards, legs wide, throbbing cock comfortable. More or less. The only place it would ever really be comfortable again was inside Iris. But this was alright for the fucking moment. From this position, I had a perfect view of the petal-like pink ripples of her folds and opening. Drizzling out of her I saw not just her wetness but also my own creamy cum from the night before.

Goddamn. Using a big glass dildo from the shelf to my left, I penetrated her. The glass was cold and her body responded to the temperature play with a wave of goosebumps that made her nipples pucker.

“Do you know what you’re going to call me?”

“Not yet. Still think….” She trailed off as my mouth met her pussy, “…thinking,” she whispered.

I started slow, fucking her with the dildo while I ate her out. I knew her angles, I knew her secrets, and it didn’t take me long to get where I needed her to go. For the first orgasm, anyway.

Toes curled, thighs quivering, she tipped her head back, lengthening that throat I loved to suck. She kicked the table once, twice, and then bit the very tip of her tongue, tipping her hips forward into my mouth as she came. One.

Still fucking her slowly with the glass dildo, I changed my rhythm with my tongue, using the length rather than the tip, keeping her clit compressed. It was harder for her to get there. Her body was spent, her pussy exhausted.

“I can’t…I…” She whined.

Excuse me?

I didn’t want to leave her pussy, but no chance was I going to let her get away with that bullshit. I ripped my mouth away from her opening with a sucking slurp.

“I never fucking want to hear you say that again. Yes you can and yes you will,” I said, and went back to eating her out. Her body rolled with a warning pulse that she was getting close. My voice had done that. Just my fucking voice. As soon as my tongue hit her clit, she was giving me two.

She was getting in the rhythm. But I could feel from the way she writhed that she didn’t fucking believe I was doing this to her. If she thought I was going to give in to her writhes and pants, she was dead wrong. She slapped the table hard, like she was folding a bad hand of cards, trying to say she gave up. It was my signal to give it to her even harder, longer, stronger. Her toes curled again and she gave me a long, whispered, “No, no, no, no…”

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. She was hitting the wall; but I was going to make sure she broke through it. Poor little thing had probably never even imagined orgasm torture. But she was fucking living it now. Fuck yes, she was. I gripped her thighs hard, pulling her pussy so wide that she gasped out in pain. And as she gasped, she came. Three.

My tongue was getting tired and my jaw was locking up, but I didn’t give a fuck. She was surrendering. She was getting to the place where nothing else mattered. Where everything faded away. True submission was where she knew only what I gave her, no more, no less. No more fight left in her, it started as a shiver and ended as a sob. Four.

Five came easy, a double-whammy for four, but harder, longer, and louder.

She was halfway toward deserving a reward. I stood up, leaving the dildo inside of her, and jacked off hard against her clit. She desperately tried to squirm away, but the restraints were solid, the leather double thick. And as the buckles dug into her upper arms, she came again. Six.