Page 33 of Broken Prince
The lighting in here isn’t good, but there’s just enough to see her pussy glistening with her juices. My mouth waters to clean her up.
So, I do.
“Owen!” This time, she shouts my name as my tongue licks up her folds.
I groan as her flavor hits my tongue. “Better be a good girl and keep quiet, or someone’s going to find us in here,” I warn her.
Her eyes go wide, darting to the door.
“Take these off,” I command, pulling her panties from around her feet. Balling them up in my hand, I reach up and shove them in her mouth and give her a wicked grin. “Better.”
Then I dive back between her legs and have my way with her like I’ve been thinking about every night since we met.
Delaney’s moans and whines are muffled by her panties as I feast on her cunt like it’s my last damn meal.
I feel like I’m coming undone. Every lap of my tongue and suck of her clit has me growing more and more wild. I want to make her scream, to shatter on my tongue. Then I want to pin her against this wall and rut into her like a savage.
She digs her nails into my skull, holding my head where she wants it as she shamelessly grinds her pussy against my face, riding me like she can’t get enough.
I fuck her with my tongue, thrusting it in and out of her slick opening, using my nose to rub against her clit.
More sounds of pleasure leave her as she throws her head back against the wall. Her chest heaves, and her nostrils flare as she struggles to catch her breath.
As much as I want to take my time with her, to savor every moment of this, I know I can’t.
It’s not going to take long before someone comes looking for us. She needs to cum soon, or we’re both going to be in big trouble. I knew doing this would be a risk; call me selfish, but I needed this. I may never get to touch her like this again, to taste her.
When she starts to fuck my face with her pussy, I know she’s close. Sucking her clit between my lips, I nibble, lick, and suck as I thrust two fingers into her.
A few seconds later, she’s screaming around the panties, only some of the sound muffled as she comes undone.
Her whole body shakes as her orgasm hits her hard. I watch in awe as she cums, soaking my face with her release. I continue to suck her clit as I fuck her with my fingers through her climax. She’s dripping down my hand now, and I’m ready to fucking blow in my jeans like some teenage boy.
Just as I pull away, licking my lips and removing my fingers, the closet door opens.
Panic fills my soul, and Laney turns to stone.
“What the fuck!” Logan’s harsh curse has me relaxing a little bit.
From the murderous look of shock and horror on his face, I’d say he’s pretty pissed.
“Hey, brother.” I grin. “Mind shutting the door? We’re a little busy.”
“Owen, what the fuck is this?” he snarls. If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under.
I wonder what it looks like to him? Standing there with me on my knees, my face dripping in Delaney’s cum. Her bent at the knees, slumped against the wall, hair wild and a mouth full of her own panties.
“What do you think it is?” I ask, getting to my feet.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Delaney says in a rush.
I turn to give her a glaring look, not too happy about her bullshit response.
“Okay, fine.” She sighs. “It is what it looks like.” Good girl.
“I thought we agreed, just friends,” Logan snaps. At me, not her.
“That was your idea. I never liked it from the start. But don’t worry.” I pat him on the shoulder. “Laney here has decided to keep the friends-only thing going. Gonna play the role of stepsister, aren't you, Laney?”