Page 118 of His Prince
He moans and then leans forward and pulls my cock into his mouth, making sensation detonate across my entire body. The feel of his warm mouth surrounding me, the suction, the way he’s digging his nails into my thighs as he hovers above me make me lose any control I was holding on to. I push my thumb into my mouth, wetting it and then pressing it to his puckered, swollen hole, making him cry out around my cock. I push inside before maneuvering him so that his cock is in my mouth. The angle of it puts him right down my throat, and I choke on him but don’t let up. I just let him use me while I bring him closer and closer to the edge. His entire body is vibrating now, his balls drawn up, his hole clenching around my finger as I hold it inside of him. And I’m not much better off. I’m fucking my hips up into his mouth, feeling my release build inside of me. It’s sliding up my spine and down my legs, gathering in my balls as he deep-throats me. I can feel that tight, wet hole flex around me the moment I fall over the edge. I grunt around his cock as I empty into him, and I feel his cries hit my dick as he unloads down my throat. The taste of him isn’t bad at all and as I sit there, tasting him on my tongue, I decide that I’ll make sure to blow him as often as he wants.
Angel lets out a small whine and flops to the side, the two of us cradling each other as we catch our breath.
“I can’t move,” he says, his lips brushing against my inner thigh. My softening cock is against his chin and his is still resting against my lips.
I press a kiss to the tip of him, and he sighs.
“I want to cuddle, but I can’t move my legs. You sucked the nerves right out of me.”
I wet my lips and then peel myself away from him, hearing his small whimpers of protest before I crawl over to him and wrap him in my arms, pulling him against my chest.
“Better?” I ask, and he sighs, wrapping himself around me and tucking his head under my chin.
“So much better.”
After a moment of silence, Angel lifts his head and I stare into those beautiful eyes.
Fuck, I told myself I’d never do this again, and yet here I am…falling all over again.
“Can I ask you a question?”
I reach down and cup his ass, feeling his cheek flex in my palm, and then nod.
“Okay.”
“It’s about she who shall not be named.”
“You can say her name, little Angel.”
“Okay, well, I’d like to ask you some things about her. I know it’s not the best time?—”
“I won’t keep secrets from you again. Ask me your questions.”
He worries his bottom lip, and I lean up and kiss him softly, my tongue flicking into his mouth and tasting the essence of me there. Fuck, I love it.
When we finally pull away, he sighs.
“You’re distracting me.”
I squeeze his ass again and grumble, “I’d rather kiss you than speak of her, but go ahead.”
He nods and then sits up, straddling my hips and running a hand through his messy hair.
“When did you meet her? How did you meet her?”
I let his body weight ground me and I touch his thighs tenderly as I stare up at him.
“We met in Russia. An old family friend, or so I thought.”
“But she hated you? And your family?”
“Yes, and rightfully so. My father had refused to help her fatherin a time of need. He wanted money to pay off debts and came to my father begging for a loan, but my father refused. He was killed over an outstanding debt from another rival family, and she blamed me for it. She thought that if my father had helped hers he wouldn’t have died. She lost it all because her father was a selfish, stupid man.”
“But how did this slip past you? Surely you must have known she was angry…”
I stare up at him, my hands tightening on his legs.
“I’m sorry. That was rude of me.”