Page 109 of His Prince

I peel my lips away, breathing as if I’ve run a mile, and he chases me with a whine, leaning up, trying to kiss me again. But I stop him, peeling us out of our clothes until we’re both completely naked only to fall on him again.

“Ya hochu potselovat’ tebya,” I whisper, and Angel sighs, smashing his mouth to mine once more. He has no idea what I said but gives me what I wanted anyways. He always knows what I want, what I need, even before I know myself.

We writhe on the bed, unable to stop our frantic movements, our desperate kisses. Neither of us wants this to end. I don’t ever want this to stop. Because what if it does and he still leaves? The thought is jarring enough to pull me from this lusty haze for just a moment.

I slowly pull away from his mouth, seeing it spit-slick and red, and feel a flutter in my chest at how beautiful he is.

“What is it?” he asks, his hands sliding up my back and cupping my cheeks.

“Will you stay? Stay with me?” I ask softly, and Angel blinks, as if coming out of a fog. He’s processing it, digesting it. It’s an eternity before he nods, a tilt of his chin, but it’s enough.

“Yes, my love. I’ll stay.”

I let out a relieved exhale and kiss him fiercely, dragging my mouth down his cheek to his jaw and neck. I suck on his pale skin, leaving marks everywhere, biting and bruising, feeling him sway and arch beneath me.

I continue to move down his body, desperate for more of him, for a taste of who my Angel is. I stop at his nipples and suck on them, drawing them into my mouth and biting down, his back arching off the bed as I toy with them until they’re red and puckered. And then I move on, dragging my teeth down his body, tongue slipping into his bellybutton and across the V of his hips. While I go, I leave marks, a treasure map of who he belongs to.

Anyone who sees him will know he belongs to someone.

Me. He belongs to me.

When I reach his cock, I don’t even hesitate, don’t think about how I’ve never done this. I just know that I want it. I slide my tongue along his hard length and lap at its leaking head.

Angel cries out at the sensation, his fingers threading through my hair.

“I’m going to taste every part of you,” I say, and he moans helplessly as I suck on him. The first dick I’ve ever had in my mouth and it’s perfect.

Of course it is. It’s him.

I lap and suck, dragging my teeth over his sensitive cock, making him gasp and sigh before moving to his balls, pulling them into my mouth and rolling them across my tongue. He’s wild now, thrashing on the mattress, his eyes drifting shut in bliss as I lift his hips and bring his ass right to my face. I spread his cheeks with my thumbs and delve inside, licking up his crack and toying with his hole.

He’s sobbing now, begging. My name is heavy on his lips, his chest heaving as I thrust inside of him, eating his ass, marking him inside and out.

He’ll never have another. Only me.

His cock is leaking profusely now, long lines of precum sliding down his shaft and I pause to lick them up before moving back to hishole, teasing, thrusting until he’s yanking my head up, words unable to be pulled from his lips.

“I’m—I—if you keep—I’m going to come.”

I smirk, proud of myself, and then slowly kiss my way back up his body, lingering above his lips.

“You want me to fuck you then?”

“Yes, please. Please.”

Without hesitation, I grab the lube, and as I kiss him slowly, I work him open, his body already loose and slackened from my tongue. By the time my slick cock pushes into him, he’s nearly sobbing in relief, his body clinging to mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth, our lips moving against each other. Gently, slowly.

We make love.

A slow climb of two people writhing together. Our bodies damp with sweat, with lust as I fuck inside of him, his hole so accommodating, so open. Just like him. I feel my chest swell with something. Something I haven’t felt in ages, in what feels like forever. Perhaps I’ve never felt it. Until him.

Angel arches up and I kiss my way down his neck, sucking on his Adam’s apple, leaving another mark there as I continue to work my cock in and out of his tight channel.

“I’m so close,” he whispers, his voice broken. “So close.”

“Then come, my little Angel. I want to feel you lose yourself around me.”

He gasps, slams his mouth onto mine and I feel it, the pulsing of his release against our abdomens, the vise-like grip his hole has on my dick.