Prince Albert(63)

I want to let go.

He abruptly pulls away from me, leaving my lips throbbing from the intensity of his kiss. "I'm clean," he says, his eyes suddenly soft.

"So am I," I whisper. "I'm on the pill."

But I leave out the most important part.

I've never done it this way with anyone before.

“Fuck, Belle.”

He lets go of me, unbuckling his pants, and pulling them over his ass. When I pause to admire his perfect cock and he asks me what I’m doing.

“I’m just looking at what I want," I say.

“Hell, you are the sexiest thing when you do that."

"Do what?" I ask. I can't take my eyes off his cock. The overhead lighting in the passageway glints off of the piercing, and the mere thought of him inside me, totally unprotected, makes me hotter than it should.

"When you say things like that," he says. He doesn't even pull off his pants. He slips his hands under my thighs, his fingers pressing into my skin, and holds me up against the wall, sliding into me in one swift movement.

Then he’s inside me, and I can’t think of anything else. There’s nothing else that exists in the entire world apart from the sensation of his cock.

There’s nothing else except his thick head of his cock pressing tightly inside me, the metal piercing hitting me in just the right spot to send shivers of arousal rushing through me.

I clench my ankles tightly against his back as he thrusts into me. He yanks my hands above my head for leverage, our fingers intertwined together, as he thrusts into me again and again, his movements quick.

From somewhere outside myself, I hear my own moan echoing down the passageway.

The rational part of me knows this is dangerous. Anyone could walk down the passageway – Albie's bodyguard, his sister, any member of the staff.

The rational part of me knows I should care. It knows I should maintain some sense of decency, some semblance of control.

But I don’t care.

Not when he’s fucking me like this, grinding harder into me, as he whispers into my ear. "I love being bare inside you, Belle."

Not when every part of me is acutely sensitive to him, every inch of me consumed with how it feels to have him inside me, skin against skin.

Not when all I can think about is the way his piercing feels as it presses against me when he thrusts inside me, bringing me so much higher, so quickly. “Oh my God.”

It’s all I can say.

I lose myself in the raw, overpowering pleasure, not caring enough to try to mute the whimpers that escape my lips.

"Tell me, Belle," he whispers, the guttural undertone of his voice betraying his need. He’s close. I can tell, even more now that he’s bare inside me. His cock is so swollen, so rigid, so hard.

I’m so close. I think if I tell him that, if I speak the words aloud, it will push me over the edge. “I…can’t.”

I barely choke out the words, clinging to the small scrap of lucidity I have left.

He thrusts into me harder. "Tell me, Belle," he says. "I can feel how much you like it."

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

"Yes."

"Your pussy is so swollen for me. It’s so tight, so wet," he says, an edge to his voice that makes every word sound painful.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

"I'm so close," I whisper.

He pauses, his cock throbbing inside me as he looks into my eyes with an intensity I haven’t seen from him until now. But all I can think about is the fact that he’s left me breathless, aching for him.

I arch my hips against him, tighten my legs around him, trying to get him to move. But he doesn’t. When I squeeze my muscles around his cock, he flinches.

"Don't do it, Belle," he warns. "Tell me how much you like fucking me, and I'll fuck you again."

"I love fucking you."

Thrust.

"Tell me again," he says.

"I love fucking you."

Thrust.

"I'm going to take you into my bedroom, and do this all damn night," he says.

"Oh God," I groan. I'm so close.

"This is the sweetest, tightest, wettest pussy," he whispers. "And I'm going to fill it up with my warm cum. Tell me how much you want me to come inside you."

I can't answer. I don’t wait for him, and I don’t wait for permission to come, the way he’s made me wait before.

His words send me hurtling over the edge, the rush so unexpected it takes my breath away. My orgasm washes over me. It’s so overpowering that I start to scream, but he covers my mouth with his, his tongue warring with mine as he thrusts inside me again – once, twice, three times.

When he comes, I feel it. I feel every bit of it. He floods me with his warm seed, and the sensation only intensifies my orgasm.