Her lips were the softest, ripest things I’d ever tasted. Our tongues dueled like two wild animals. I held her head up toward mine and ran my fingers through her hair, reveling in its softness before I pulled her lips away. She gasped, taking it all in as I exposed her neck to me. Then my lips reached down, sucking in a patch of skin before I began licking all the way down her body.
“My prince,” she moaned. “Please. Oh my god.”
At first, I didn’t think I’d heard her correctly. My eyes wandered up her reddened skin while my body settled between her legs. She had called me her prince. A royal title only given to those born of a certain lineage.
I was far from being a prince but I was not about to rob her of the fantasy she was painting in her head.
I reached down and teased her entrance with my fingertips, playing with her fragile hymen while she squirmed around on the bed. She was pulling against her cuffs, battling between sinking her hips down and trying to flee the scene of the crime that was about to be committed. Her heels were digging into the satin sheets, slipping every single time she tried to rear her hips off the bed.
“Hold still,” I said darkly.
Her movements stopped, and my fingertips slowly slid up her wet slit. I spread my fingers apart, opening her beautiful blossom to me, and her clit slowly emerged from beneath its fleshy hood. I blew on it, causing her to shiver, and her hips raised up from the bed. This poor little virgin couldn’t contain herself, so I would give her one last shot.
One last chance to obey me.
“I said, hold still.”
Her hips dropped to the bed, and a small whimper peeled from her lips. I puckered my lips and blew, watching as her clit jumped with the cool burst of air that assaulted it.
And again, her hips left the bed, and she bucked.
I rushed up her body and uncuffed her wrists before dragging her to the edge of the bed. One simple command, that was all I had given her. I laid her over my lap with her ass in the air for me and I could feel her clinging to my legs as she panted in anticipation.
“You’ll have to be punished for disobeying me, my beautiful songbird,” I said.
“What?”
I ran my hand along the sumptuous globe of her ass. Her skin looked so pale in contrast with my suntanned skin. I raised my hand back and smacked her softly, hearing her gasp in shock while she processed what was going on. I massaged the area I’d hit, giving her a chance to digest the situation and then I reared my hand back and brought it down hard.
She cried out and arched her back. My hand came down hard onto the other cheek. She wiggled around in my lap, looking vulnerable and beautiful. My hands left handprints on her ass, causing my dick to ache harder underneath her flailing body. Her hands hooked around my leg as her ass began to glow a tantalizing red and, just as I thought she was going to give in and call it quits, I stopped.
I could feel her pussy dripping onto my pristine suit, so I slid my hand down between her legs and slowly inserted a finger into her tight, virginal channel.
Her body tensed while her walls fluttered around my finger. She was so tight that I considered stopping. My handprints were clearly visible on her skin, causing me to bite back a groan while I allowed her to make her own decision. Her innocence shook me to my core as I sat there with my thick finger buried in her sweet pussy but, the moment she started writhing against my hand, I knew I had my answer.
She needed this as badly as I needed her, and there was no stopping this train that had started the moment she allowed me to pull her off the dance floor.
I picked her up into my arms and laid her against the cool satin sheets. She sighed with relief as the coolness hit her aching ass but I soon cuffed her wrists over her head with one of my hands. I studied her facial reactions, the way she scrunched up her face in pleasure. I slid my other hand back down between her legs, finding that swollen little clit that had peeked out so beautifully for me earlier.
The moment my fingertips pressed back down into it, she bucked against me.
I circled slowly, fluidly, without pause and without hesitation. I could tell she was being bombarded with feelings and sensations she’d never experienced before. I treasured the look on her face as her lips puckered, sucking in air and moaning while her breasts jumped for me. The harder she bucked, the harder they bounced, teasing my tongue for a taste. But I wanted to see the ecstasy flow over her.