PrinceCharming: I trust you. :)
My heart fluttered in my chest and I almost hated him for being so slick, so nice, but that wouldn’t be fair. This was my shit messing with my head, not his fault.
I typed back: So … how should I start.
PrinceCharming: Get naked for me.
I shivered as I shed my ash grey sweatshirt, black yoga pants, and red striped thong. My skin felt electric, as if unseen charged particles pinged out of my pores. I was terrified and thrilled all at once.
My nipples puckered, hardening until they hurt as I sat in the chair again, my clothes completely shed.
I typed: Okay, what next?
PrinceCharming: I wish I could see you. ;) Spread your legs. Get comfortable.
I did, then waited for his next message.
PrinceCharming: Stroke your clit. Pull the hood back and rub it. Tell me how it feels.
I skimmed two fingers up my soft labia then caressed the tiny bead of flesh. Sparks seemed to shoot through my every nerve. When I pulled the hood back to rub beneath, a tiny moan escaped me.
PrinceCharming: Feel good?
I stopped long enough to type: Yes.
Prince Charming: Slide your fingers between your lips. Get them wet.
I did as he instructed, parting my labia to slip two fingers down my slit. It glistened with my juices, and my pussy already throbbed so strong it was driving me mad.
Once my fingers shone with wetness, I rubbed my clit again. More electric shocks zipped from my sex to my brain, showering my whole body with delightful sensation. I could see how a person could become addicted to this sort of pleasure. I certainly didn’t want it to end any time soon.
PrinceCharming: Rub your clit. Fuck yourself with your fingers. Make yourself come, Princess.
My skin tingled as I ground fingers into my swelling clitoris. Tense muscles started to relax as pleasure flooded my body. My clit pulsed strong from the stimuli. The tingling threatened to drive me mad, and my opening throbbed so hard it hurt.
PrinceCharming: Details? ;)
I groaned as I pulled my fingers away from my sex, disappointed by the cessation of bliss. I had to collect my thoughts before I could reply.
I typed: I’m wet. On fire. I need to cum.
I stared in shock at my reply. It read so confident and wanton.
PrinceCharming: Tell me how it feels, how you feel? Bring me into your world.
My hands shook slightly as I typed: It feels … amazing. It’s like electricity zipping through my body, if getting electrocuted were a good thing. lol
PrinceCharming: I bet you feel like velvet. So soft. So wet. I can almost see it.
My cheeks flamed with heat and a smile quirked up the corners of my lips.
I typed: Now, can I get back to it? ;)
PrinceCharming: haha! Go for it.
This time, I positioned myself in the chair so I could slide fingers inside me while still playing with my clit. I closed my eyes and pictured him with me, imagined what he would look like. My fingers became his fingers.
I tugged my clit back and rubbed. My fingers were once more slick with my juices, and I gasped loudly as I drew his face in my mind. Hair so black it seemed to shine blue. Eyes the color of sapphires. Chiseled cheekbones and a square chin. He watched me with intense lust as his fingers skimmed up my labia.
I rubbed my clit harder, letting myself get lost in the daydream as my hips began to rock in a rhythm that matched my climbing ecstasy. My fingers slipped inside of me and I clamped down hard around the penetration. I cooed and bit my lip as the sensations amped up to mind blowing.
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Read an excerpt from a sizzling Wild & Lawless release The Ugly Duckling: 50 Shades of Fairy Tales by Leigh Foxlee
The Ugly Duckling
By Leigh Foxlee
Did I leave the bedroom TV on again? I walked up the stairs, frowning as I tried to remember my hectic morning. Kiss Corey goodbye, grab a muffin for breakfast…
When I opened the bedroom door, I stopped mentally ticking off my before work routine and let out a scream. I couldn’t help myself.
My husband Corey and my best friend—make that supposed best friend—Emma were screwing each other’s brains out on my brand new sheets. I hurled curses at them before I hurled the shoe I yanked from my foot. Then I turned and ran from the scene, sobbing as I went.
Corey ran down the stairs after me, and I turned to face him as he padded into the open kitchen. Emma trailed after him. Her long, brunette curls were a tangled mess, and she struggled to keep the sheet up over her boobs as she tried not to trip over the hem. Her honey colored eyes met mine briefly, and they flashed guilt that she quickly hid by looking away.
Corey’s gray eyes were full of fake regret and false apology. This wasn’t the first time I’d caught him in bed with another woman, but it would be the last.
“Casey, baby, I can explain.” He gripped my arms and pressed me into the marble countertop. He tried on a sexy smile, rubbed my skin through my shirt, tried to press his cock against my thigh, but I squirmed away.