Charmed By The Mountain Prince(29)

I want that feeling again, that feeling of being wanted and desired, that feeling of being his. And I have it now.

I know it may be incredibly naïve to think that Garrick actually wants me for more than just my body, but in this moment I think being wanted for that might just be enough.

“Oh, Princess, you’re magnificent.” Garrick’s mouth is on mine again, kissing me. His hands run through my long hair, the braid untangling under his fingers. Our lips are bruised and swollen as we hungrily devour one another.

His tongue against mine causes my pussy to ache. I clench my thighs together, so horny, so consumed with the idea of him and me—and for a moment, I forget about my ultimatum. About my plan.

I forget the lingerie underneath my clothes, under this big winter coat. The red lacy bra and thong I bought.

I forget about all that, because all I can think about is Garrick’s cock bulging between us. I pull down his pants, my fingers on the waistband of his boxers, ready to inch them over his massive rod. The one I saw last night, the one I felt inside of me last night—but not one I had a chance to lick, to suck.

And maybe I made an ultimatum about what I would give him with my body. But I didn’t make any ultimatums about what I would give him with my mouth.

And with my mouth right now? I plan on opening it as wide as it needs to go, sucking him until he fills my mouth with that seed that he filled my pussy with last night. I want to taste his come and swallow it. I want him, so fucking bad.

“Oh, Princess, don’t tease me,” he says, as I reach my hands into his boxers. I pull them off, my hand wrapping around his length.

“You like that? You like it when I touch you, Prince?”

His head falls back, and a groan escapes his mouth.

I like making him feel this way. I like making him feel so much. Because that’s exactly the way he’s made me feel.

His back is against the wall. With my fingers splayed out on him, I run them over his chiseled abs, then lower, until they land on his bare ass. I squeeze his tight cheeks as I rest on my knees.

“Princess, that feels so fucking good.”

His affirmation is all I need. I take his length with one hand and roll his balls with my other. His cock is so hard, firm and veiny. His tip already dripping with pre-come. I lick the bead of cream away, licking my lips after I swallow.

I raise my eyes, lock them on him. Garrick shakes his head ever so slightly, his cock thrumming with life. The intensity of this act, of this moment, causes the world to become so small. In this moment, it’s just us.

I open my mouth, suddenly nervous. I pause, looking back up at him. “You’ll tell me how to do this, won’t you?”

He nods.

I ask, “Is this right? Is this what you want in my mouth?”

“I want you everywhere. There is no way you could do this wrong. Everything you do is so fucking right.”

My lips tighten around his length, and I fill my mouth with his largeness until the tip hits the back of my throat.

When Garrick moans above me, his hands resting lightly on the crown of my head, it causes my pussy to seep with pleasure. I’m so wet, and that just gets me more excited.

With my nipples tight and my pussy swollen, I begin to suck vigorously. My fingers roll his balls, and I suck him hard. In and out, in and out, my eyes closed, my mouth full. Everything about this moment feels so right.

The more he groans, the tighter his cock becomes, and I can tell that he’s inching toward release.

I pull him out, wanting to lick his balls, suck those, too. I drop one in my mouth and suck it, as my hand wraps around his length and pulls slowly up and down.

I love sucking his balls, rolling them in my mouth, and then I let my tongue lick him again, rolling over his top, and put his tip back in my mouth and suck.

“I’m so fucking close,” Garrick tells me. “I’m going to come.”

It only makes me want to do better.

More.

And so I do.

I suck him until he starts to explode, coating my throat with his milky seed. I swallow him, letting his salty release fill my mouth.

I keep sucking until every last drop is gone, until his thick cock tempers itself. I pull him from my mouth, kissing his length as I do, kissing his tip. I love the way his massive cock looks, love the way it fits in my mouth and fits in my pussy.

Like it was made just for me.

“You taste so good,” I tell him, wiping my mouth again. I don’t want to let go of his cock, even if that sounds insane. It’s just so warm and powerful. It makes me feel like a goddess. Powerful, wanted.

I want to feel like this always.

“I want your pussy,” he tells me. “Your pussy must be aching for me.” He reaches for my hands, helps me stand.