Princely Passions 2(147)

“First, I’m going to show you what a real man can do,” he tells me, his eyes wired up with lust. Oh, I can’t wait for him to show me what a real man can do.

Leaning into me, he starts kissing my neck, tracing a descending line each time his lips touch my skin. He traces careful and soft circles around my nipples with his tongue, then sucks on each of them eagerly before he carries on, kissing down my chest to my navel.

Oh, I want this bad. No, I need this. Laying down on the couch, right between my open legs, he starts kissing my inner thighs, his fingers softly brushing the smooth skin around my pussy but never actually touching it. I know he wants to drive me crazy with just his mouth... and hell, that sounds just right.

I keep still, taking deep breaths as he takes his time. When he lets the tip of his tongue gently fall on my clit, I can’t help but bite my lower lip, my unconscious mind fighting to take control.

With the gentleness of a man that knows his way around a woman’s body, he circles my clit with his tongue before licking my pussy in a downwards line, all of this without laying his mouth on me.

This is good. No, this is very, very good. More, please!

I grab a handful of his hair and try to force him down but, of course, he doesn’t budge. The man is made of muscles, each one of them brimming with power. With my petite frame, I’m no match for his imposing body. In fact, I doubt anyone could match him. He’s simply one step above all other mortals.

The insanity of lust raging inside my head, I take my other hand to his head and hook all of my fingers on his hair like briar thorns, all while I thrust my hips upward. A grin dawns on my lips as I feel his mouth on me - if I told you it feels amazing, I’d be lying. It feels fucking amazing!.

He places his mouth over my clit, pressing down on it with his tongue; then he starts to suck, his tongue lashing out at me with such an intensity that I arch my back and lace my legs behind his neck. I close my eyes, allowing the wild and untamable pleasure that permeates me to run free.

Relentless, Anders eats me out as if my pussy was the most delicious thing in the whole universe. It’s hard to believe that the strict lecturer I’ve been studying under is actually a sex god. Eat your heart out, Ashley, I now have a sex god of my own!

I sway my hips up down and from side to side, his open mouth matching the cadence of my body. He keeps going until I’m half-purring, half-moaning, my mind completely obliterated by the ferocity of his kiss.

“Oh, God,” I moan as he starts licking me up and down, his thumb tightly pressed over my clit. Two seconds of it and I go blind, the whole world fading away as I explode once more. My legs start jerking uncontrollably and I bury my fingers deep in his back, my limbs succumbing to the sweetest pleasure there is.

I’m still reeling from the orgasm when he slides two fingers inside of me at once, my moaning turning into full blown screaming. Without even allowing me to catch my breath, he starts to flick his wrist back and forth, his fingers sliding in and out of me at break neck speed while he continues to apply a maddening pressure on my clitoris.

It doesn’t take long for me to come again, small explosions of delight going off under my skin. I grit my teeth hard, a scream dying in my throat as another wave of pleasure hits me point blank; my whole body shakes and twitches, and I can’t even tell when one orgasm starts and the other ends.

After this, I know how I’ll end up: sore and exhausted. Does it seem like I’m complaining? Because I’m not - I’ve been dying to have a man making me feel sore and exhausted. Well, I finally got exactly what I wanted. And, to be completely honest, I don’t think Anders’s going to be free from being sore tomorrow either.

While my mind tries to deal with these whirlpool of scattered thoughts, Anders pulls out and climbs on top of me. I feel his body pressing down on mine and, opening my eyes, I take my hands to his face and take a deep breath. There’s a seriousness on his lips, but his eyes remain gentle.

I pull him close then, my mouth on his. It’s time - he wants me now…

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he whispers, his eyes finding mine once again, an uncontrollable hunger flickering there. “You’re mine now, Christine,” he tells me, and I almost come just by hearting his words..

“I’m yours, sir,” I manage to say between hard breaths, “only yours.”

“Good girl,” he says, an all-consuming fire burning on his eyes. Grinning, he grabs my hands as he lays down on the couch, pushing me into him. I climb on top of his body, eager to feel him inside of me.

I grab his cock and place it right on my pussy, his glans resting on top of my pussy. He bucks his hips at me, my inner folds parting and engulfing his thick head. His lips curl into a grin and, before I can even prepare for it, he thrusts hard. The moment his shaft slides inside of me, it’s as if my body is burning from the inside out. I lean into him, my fingers clawing at his chest.