Prince Pucking Charming
“I missed you,” she whispers.
“I bet I missed you more.”
In one swift motion, I lift Lila up and throw her over my shoulder. Her nipples are hard. The tiny buds poke through her shirt and rub against my chest. I bet her panties are already soaking wet for me.
I lower Lila to the floor in front of her bed, and when our eyes meet, her breath hitches. She has the same effect on me, producing an instantaneous hammering in my chest. I push Lila back and onto the bed. She tugs my pants down, and her mouth opens wide enough to fit my cock that springs free.
Lila fists my cock and rolls her tongue along the tip. “I missed you, too.”
I laugh and slip my hands through her hair, pulling her mouth closer. She shoves my cock into her mouth, and my eyes slam shut. Damn, her tongue feels good. When I get close the finding my release, I fight the urge to let her keep going.
“Put on your uniform,” I say, releasing my hold on her hair.
She slides off the bed, her lips puffy and wet, and strolls over to her closet. It’s not that I have a thing for cheerleaders, but the thought of Lila dressed like one makes my cock even harde
r. From the second I heard she still had the uniform, I wanted to see her in it. This is my fantasy, one I’ve dreamed about a lot while we were apart.
Lila strips off her clothes and gives me a show as she ditches her panties and slides the short skirt up her thighs. She locks eyes with me, playing with her nipples for a few seconds before she lowers the red-white-and-blue top over her head. It’s so tight the shirt stops right below her breasts.
“I didn’t have boobs in high school,” she says, attempting to secure her shirt into place. “You might have to cut me out of this thing.”
As she approaches, I kick off my shoes and strip off my clothes. Lila sits on the edge of the mattress and spreads her thighs, giving me a better view.
“I’m soaked,” she says in the sexiest voice ever spoken. “You make me so wet, Duke.”
I lick my lips as she reaches between her legs. She rests her hand on her inner thigh and taps her fingers, looking up at me with a wicked grin on her beautiful face.
“Keep going,” I say.
She scoots closer to me and hikes up her skirt. “Make me,” she challenges.
Staring between her legs, I give myself a few strokes and watch as she slides her fingers in and out of her pussy. Meeting my gaze, she picks up the pace, spreading her legs wider for me as she adds another finger. Her nipples are so hard they poke through her shirt, and now I wish it wasn’t so damn tight because I want to rip it off of her.
After she makes herself come, I reward her by replacing her fingers with my tongue. Gripping her thighs with both hands, I lift her ass up from the mattress. I wasn’t joking when I said I was dying to eat her pussy.
“Duke,” she moans. My name is a whisper on her lips.
The second I make her come with my tongue, I flip her over and onto her stomach. Lila buries her face into the mattress, glancing over her shoulder at me as I grip her legs from behind. I slam into her, unable to control myself after waiting so long. She screams out in pleasure as I pound into her, each thrust harder than the last. This is the Duke she craves. She likes it when I’m rough with her, and I love giving her what we both desire.
After we both chase our high, we collapse onto the mattress, out of breath. I pull Lila into my arms, and she curls into me, resting her head on my sweaty chest.
“I love makeup sex,” she coos with a playful smile on her lips.
I smack a kiss on her forehead, holding her tighter. “And I love you.”
She rolls onto her back, and her blue eyes meet mine. Lila cups my cheek with her hand. “I love you, too, Duke.”
I lean into her hand. “I can’t lose you again, Lila.”
“You won’t. I promise.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Love is scary,” she says. “It requires you to take a leap of faith and hope everything works out. We can’t predict what will happen in the future, but I’m certain this is one promise I can keep.”
Epilogue
Duke: Nine months later