Prince Albert(54)

“Please,” I say, closing my eyes and surrendering to his touch. He plants kisses along the back of my neck that make me whimper.

I could go. I could tell him no, and turn around and walk away.

I could do the appropriate thing.

But I don't. Instead, I say it again. "Please."

He growls, like an animal, a long low sound in his throat. “Get up,” he says. “Kneel, on the throne.”

I don’t even ask why. I don’t object, and I don’t question.

I just do what he tells me to do.

I kneel on the throne, facing away from him, every inch of my body screaming for his touch and my pussy throbbing for sweet release.

“I’m going to take my time with you, Belle,” he says, and I cringe at the thought.

I don’t want him to take his time with me.

I want to be fucked.

“But not today,” he says, kneeling behind me on the throne, as if he can read my mind. “Now, I’m going to fuck you, the way I think you want to be fucked – hard and fast and filthy.”

“Yes.” I barely choke out the word before he’s pressing against my entrance. "Oh God, yes."

Gripping the sides of the throne, I brace myself as he slides inside me without hesitation or mercy. His thick hard cock fills me up fully and completely. My hands find their place on the back of the throne as Albie’s slide over my hips, gripping me tightly.

"Oh hell," he says. “It’s like you were made to fit me.”

I murmur something, suddenly rendered incoherent. I can barely register what he's saying, let alone think rationally, not when he's doing what he's doing with his cock.

He fucks me, his initial thrusts slow and short, but only for a moment before I beg him to fuck me harder.

And he does. Gripping my waist, he fucks me with deep, forceful thrusts, his piercing pressing up against the most sensitive spot inside me.

“That’s how you like it, isn’t it, luv?”

“Yes.”

I can’t speak any other words but that one. Yes.

My head is yanked back as he grips a handful of hair and wraps the length of it around his hand, sending a shock of pain through my body. And instead of being a turn-off, the way that I think it would be, it’s the exact opposite. It intensifies everything.

He fucks me, his grip on my hair, pulling on it like a leash.

I can’t think about anything except his cock.

My whole world right now is his cock.

I accidentally blurt out the word “cock,” because of course I do. And I immediately flush with embarrassment when he laughs, the vibration ricocheting through my body. “What, luv?” he asks. “You were praising my cock?”

God, he’s such an arrogant prick.

I think those words, but they don’t come out of my mouth because I can’t articulate anything except yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Over and over.

I’m reduced to an incoherent, babbling idiot who can only say yes.

He grasps my breasts – not gently or tenderly. He pinches my nipples between his thumb and forefingers as he fucks me. And he talks to me, low in my ear, telling me all the dirty things he wants to do to me. “I’m going to keep fucking you because you’re mine, Belle."

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

I let go, savoring every sensation that washes over me as he brings me closer and closer to the edge – his hands on my breasts as he pulls me back against him, the warmth of his breath against my ear, his tongue flicking over the edge of my earlobe.

And that cock.

“Tell me how much you love me fucking you, Belle,” he says, his voice strained. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Oh God,” I breathe. “Yes, please.”

“Say it.”

“Fuck me.”

He slaps my ass cheek, the crack loud in the stillness of the room. “Say it, Belle.”

“Yes.”

He delivers a second slap hard against my rear. “Fuck, Belle,” he says. “Say it. Say you want me to come inside you.”

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

“Oh God, yes.” It’s all I can say, pleasure rolling over me like a tidal wave, coursing through me from my head to my toes.

He yanks my hair and a shock of pain surges through me. “I want…to hear…the words,” he says, his voice gruff.

Then he pauses. He pauses, completely still inside me. I’m on the verge of coming, and I can’t remember what he wants me to say. My pussy throbs around him, my body pleading with him to thrust inside me again.

So I just say please.

“Please,” I whimper. “Make me come.”

“Fuck.” He lets out a loud groan. “Touch yourself, Belle. Now.”

He thrusts inside me, his movements swift, purposeful. Deep. And with a sense of urgency. The tip of his cock – his piercing – presses against me, sending pulse after pulse of pleasure soaring through me that only intensifies as I move my finger over my clit, faster and faster.