Princely Passions 2(98)

I feel my inner walls tightening, trying to trap his finger inside of me. Closing my eyes, I grit my teeth and moan loudly, all thoughts fading away as pleasure takes their place. Sliding one more finger inside of me, he starts to move his wrist back and forth, waves of ecstasy lapping at my body. I’m already standing at the edge again, and damn, I’m going to jump. I let go of his hair and bury my fingernails on the skin of his shoulders, my body once again being run over by a rush of ecstasy. Bucking my hips at him, I scream once more as I come, sinful thoughts blanketing my mind.

With my arms flailing, I have to grit my teeth to try and breathe normally, my body not responding as it should from all of the pleasure running inside my veins. Derek pulls back then, and I force my eyes open. Looking down, and still breathing raggedly, I can’t help but feel my insides boiling as I take in the sight of a perfect man grinning, my juices dripping down his chin.

“Fucking delicious,” he says, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

Slowly, he gets up to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine. I can’t look away, almost as if I were hypnotized by his perfection. With my lips slightly parted, I expect him to lean into me and kiss me, spreading my own juices all over my mouth. But that’s not what he does; he places both his hands on my waist, and with a sudden movement, forces me to turn around and face the wall. I gasp as I turn on my heels, guided by his strength, and place my hands on the wall at shoulder height. Still with his fingers hooked on my waist, he pulls on my hips, forcing me to jut my ass back.

A loud smacking sound fills the hallway as he slaps my ass hard with the back of his hand. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, bracing for impact. In less than a heartbeat, he smacks my ass again, enough strength to his blow to leave a mark. Fireworks go off behind my eyelids as pain and pleasure blend into a colorful display, inundating my brain and taking control of all my nerve endings.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” he whispers against my ear, his body pressed against mine. I exhale sharply as I feel his hard cock brushing against my ass cheeks, and I move slightly so that it rests right on my ass crack. I rock my ass against him, imprisoning his cock between both our bodies as I stroke it with my cheeks. Sighing against my ear, he pulls me into him, rubbing his member harshly against my ass.

The instinct of a predator taking hold of him, he takes one step back then. Smacking my ass again, he leans into me quickly, pressing his cock’s fat tip against my wet pussy. He rubs it eagerly, coating his glans with my juices and driving me completely insane. I grit my teeth, preparing my body for his inevitable thrust, but it never comes. I try and thrust back, but he doesn’t budge. He holds his ground, not allowing his cock inside of me. It’s driving me completely mad; he’s so close, and yet, so far away.

“Beg,” he whispers, grabbing the hair right above my neck. “Beg.”

“No,” I say sternly. I know the kind of game he’s playing, and I won’t give in. Sure, I’m half-mad and desperate for his shaft, but if he thinks I’ll beg … Well, he’s mistaken.

“Oh, stubborn. I like that,” he tells me, whispering against my ear. Then he takes a step back, and it almost hurts to no longer feel his cock against my folds. He smacks my ass again, and then grabs his cock and fits it between my ass cheeks, rubbing it there; he guides it to my inner lips again, holding it at a straight angle and allowing his shaft to roll over my folds, but never going inside of me.

He’s trying everything he can to make me beg, but I’ll hold out. I won’t beg… I won’t. Or will I? Fuck, I just want to have him inside of me, and I want it now. In fact, it’s not even a want, it’s a need: much in the same way I need water and oxygen to survive, I need his cock so that I can feel alive.

“Fuck me,” I moan, still trying to thrust back. With his forearm across my lower back, he stops me. I can almost feel his sadistic grin.

“Beg then,” he continues, enjoying each second of this maddening torture. But I resist: I open my mouth to say the words, but then grit my teeth and stop myself. I won’t give him the satisfaction.

“You should be the one begging,” I finally manage to say. Right. Let's not tell anyone that I haven’t had sex in so long that I was begging at hello.

With my hands on the wall, I summon all of my strength and buck my hips back at him. His shaft buries itself in me to the hilt, piercing and filling me in a way that I never felt before. This guy is truly a God among men.

With his shaft lodged deep inside of me, he grabs my hips again, slowly sliding it out. He starts slow, his massive cock straining against my inner walls as it goes, but soon enough he finds his rhythm: a fast and merciless one. His thighs slap against my ass over and over again, his cock completely ravaging me as my cries of pleasure bounce off the walls.