Princely Passions 2(96)

Pulling back from my kiss, he rests his lips against my neck, nibbling at my skin. I let a slight moan escape my fingers, my mind adrift on a sea of pleasure. My hand starts to move faster, matching the rhythm of my breathing.

“You like it, don’t you?” he says, looking at me as if he were in absolute control. I say nothing, simply gritting my teeth as my hand keeps on working his cock. “Now imagine it in your mouth,” he continues, his voice numbing my rational mind. Almost immediately I picture myself on my knees, parting my lips so that his glans can slide inside of my mouth. My imagination pulling the strings of my body; I feel all strength leaving my legs, my knees buckling. Before I even know what I’m doing, I place both my hands on his chest and push him. He takes one step back, not a trace of surprise on him as I go down to my knees.

I grab his cock again, cupping his balls with my free hand as I stroke him. I barely blink as I take in the sight of his mast, the gleaming tip calling to me. The moment he rests his hands on my head, I’m already leaning in, my slightly parted lips adjusting to the curve of his glans. As my mouth touches his cock, I’m immediately hit by his salty and manly flavor, a cocktail of power and lust rolling over my tongue.

I open my mouth wider, allowing him to feed one inch of his cock inside of my mouth. His glans resting on top of my tongue, I suck it firmly, leaning in and making his shaft roll over my lips. I’m making a real effort, taking his entire shaft inside of me. He’s the longest I’ve ever had, and damn, it feels good. And not only is he long, he’s also thick—his cock fills my mouth in such a way that my insides clench, my pussy anticipating how devastatingly good it will feel to have him ravaging me.

Grabbing locks of hair, he starts to guide my movements, my head bobbing back and forth as his shaft takes control of my mouth. Slowly thrusting, he goes deeper each time I go forth, only easing down when the tip of his cock finally rubs the back of my throat. The moment I have all of him inside of me, I hold my position, my mouth completely filled with him. I feel it pulsing against my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks, his mast holding promises of lust and ravenous desire.

With my eyes still closed, I let his cock slide back out and then I go all in once more. I start to go as fast as I can, his member sliding in and out of my mouth at a breakneck speed. He keeps holding me by the hair, keeping my movements controlled as he thrusts slightly, literally fucking my mouth.

“If your mouth feels like this,” he says, and I open my eyes and look up at him, “I can’t imagine how your pussy will feel like.”

I take his cock out of my mouth, and grabbing it, I start stroking him while I show him the most devilish smile I can produce.

“It’ll totes feel like nothing you’ve ever had before,” I tell him, my hand never stopping. He doesn’t respond; he simply holds my gaze, the corners of his mouth curling upward into a teasing smile.

“What the hell does ‘totes’ mean?” he asks me.

I just roll my eyes. And my tongue.

He shudders.

A sudden moan tumbles out of my lips as he pulls on my hair, making me go up to my feet. I let my back hit the wall, my hands going to his chest; I slide my fingers up to his shoulders, forcing his shirt down his arms. With my eyes locked on his, I then tug at his pants and boxer briefs, sending them flying down to his ankles. He kicks off his polished shoes and steps out of his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

My eyes wander down from his, losing themselves in his perfect naked body. It’s almost a sin for a man like him to have to wear clothes; he’s a work of art, a magnificent piece of beauty and sex.

“Like what you see, huh?” he asks mockingly, noticing the way my eyes crawl all over his muscles. He yanks on my hair again, forcing me to look into his eyes. “I think I’m also going to like what’s underneath your clothes…” Without a warning, he lets go of me and places both his hands on my chest, his fingers hooked on the collar-line of my dress. He pulls violently, the fabric ripping apart with a quick and dirty sound, and doesn’t stop until my chest is bare. The torn fabric hangs loosely from my waist, but I don’t care; I have no time for caring.

He leans into me, pressing his mouth against the valley between my breasts, and runs his tongue over my skin. With his hands on my shoulders, he pulls the straps of my bra down my arms, and in an instant, his fingers are on my back unclasping my bra. The cups drop down over my breasts, and like a wild animal completely devoid of self-control, he grabs my bra and yanks it off.

I feel my nipples hardening, the cool air in the room lapping at my naked chest as he starts to kiss along the rising curve of my breasts. His lips go over to my right nipple, and when he wraps them around my hard tip, I feel electricity running through me, all my thoughts becoming electrified by pure high voltage tension.