Prince Albert(67)

But before that, I have to taste her. Belle arches up her hips to meet me as I bend down to bring my lips to her sweet pussy. Her taste – fresh and sweet – makes me want to be inside her, but I resist the urge, taking my time with her.

Savoring her.

Exploring her.

When I finally bring the plug up to her ass and press it against her hole, she moans. For a second, I think she’s crying out in pain, but then she speaks. “I’m so close, Albie,” she whispers.

I fuck her with my tongue as I push the plug slowly inside her tight hole. Her knees tighten around my head as I fuck her.

Until she finally relaxes and accepts everything.

Until she’s filled to the hilt with the sex toy.

She grasps at my hair. “Shit, Albie,” she says, her words punctuated by gasps. “I’m going to come.”

I bring my face away from between her legs, sliding up her body until the head of my cock presses against her slick entrance. “You don’t come until I say you do, luv,” I tell her. I tease her with the head of my cock, pushing inside her but only an inch. Her pussy quivers around me. “Understand?”

She squirms on the bed, which I know only has the effect of pushing the plug deeper inside her ass. “Yes.”

“Do you want me?” I ask, pressing further inside her before stopping.

“Yes,” she whispers, arching her hips up again. “I was so close.”

"Tell me how close," I say, not moving. “I want to hear how close you were.”

“I was going to come,” she whispers.

“When?” I ask. “Tell me.”

She moans. “When you put the plug in my ass,” she says. “When your tongue was inside me.”

I thrust all the way into her in one movement, finding her hands and pinning them over her head for leverage. Fucking her with deep thrusts, I watch the expression change on her face as she experiences the sensation of having the plug inside her. “Tell me how good it feels to be completely filled up,” I say.

“So good.” She lets out a little grunt that I know means she’s hurtling toward the same place again. She’s so tight, so wet, that I struggle to maintain coherence. “So, so good.”

“You’re so close now,” I say as I thrust inside her. “But I don’t want you to come. Not yet.”

Not even if the thought of you opening yourself to me makes me want to come inside you right now.

My cock swells, and I want to release everything I have in her. But I can't resist making her wait. I can’t help but enjoy telling her when to come. I can't help but enjoy making her release control to me. Even if I can barely hold out.

"Oh God," she moans. "Please?"

"Please what?"

"Please let me come," she whispers, and I feel her pussy muscles flutter around me. She's losing control.

"Not yet," I tell her, thrusting inside her until I'm on the verge of explosion. "You know that I’m going to take you completely. I’m going to claim your ass.”

“Oh my God,” she whispers.

“Tell me how much you want to feel me inside you,” I say. “All of you. Tell me how much you want me to fuck that tight little virgin asshole.”

“Oh fuck, Albie.”

“Tell me.”

“I want you to be yours,” she says. “Completely.”

It’s enough.

“Come for me, luv,” I groan, barely able to get out the words before I let go inside her, blinding white-hot light as I fill her up. Her muscles clamp down around me, and she starts to cry out, but I keep her from doing it, kissing her as she moans into me.

It feels like forever until she milks every last drop from me.

Afterward, she looks up at me, her chest still rising and falling, and her breath short. "Oh my God, Albie."

"I told you I'd make you beg."





CHAPTER THIRTY

Belle



"I want to fuck you."

I whirl around to see Albie standing there, the wall behind him open to the secret passageway leading from my room. “Oh my God. You nearly just gave me a heart attack,” I say, picking up a pillow from the bed and throwing it at him. "Besides, what if someone had been in here?”

"You were in your own little world over there," he says, crossing the room to reach me. He slides his hands around my waist. "I knocked and I tried to call you, but you didn't hear me."

"You need to go," I whisper, pushing him back. "My bodyguard will probably be knocking on the door any minute now."

"Simon," he says.

"You know his name?" I ask. My attention is split between Albie and the outfits I'm supposed to choose between that are lying on the bed. "Did you check him out?"