Page 4 of His Prince

Crawling up onto the plush mattress, I press my face into the sheets, inhaling the scent of the detergent. Clean, floral.

He had this room prepared for this. For me. For our first night of many together.

“Spread yourself for me,” he says, making my body tremble with unfettered nerves.

I reach behind myself and spread my cheeks, feeling him move up behind me, causing my skin to erupt in goosebumps. My heart is suddenly pumping so hard I can feel it pounding in my ears.

His fingertips graze across my ass and then I feel the sting from the fabric of my thong being ripped from my body—first my panties and then my bralette. A gasp escapes me at suddenly being completely bare, and then a moan erupts from me when he presses against the diamond plug I pushed inside of me earlier.

“You prepped for me?” he asks, and I nod against the sheets, swallowing roughly.

“I did. I’m ready.”

He huffs, his hand on my spine, pushing me down a little further, my back arched almost painfully as his fingers work the toy from my ass.

A groan slips from me as the bed dips further and his strong hands grasp my hips.

“Please,” I murmur, my hands falling away from my cheeks and grabbing on to the sheets tightly.

“Can you take it, my Angel?”

“Yes. Yes.Please.”

I’ve been waiting my whole life for this. For him.

“Come here and let me kiss you, Angel.”

His knees knock my legs farther apart, so far it almost hurts, my muscles screaming at me, and then I feel the blunt head of his cock at my hole.

“Breathe,” he says as he pushes in slowly.

My muscles tense, pain sluicing through me as he inches his way inside of me, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t give me any reprieve. He just keeps going until I’m writhing against him, unsure if I love it or hate it. I don’t know what to feel. It’s so foreign, so different.

But then he stills, his hips pressed against my ass, his cock resting completely inside of me.

I let out a low moan and flex my rim against his length, testing it, seeing how wide he’s opened me up.

“Oh my god. You’re so big,” I moan, and he lets out a long breath but no words come out.

His fingers trail up my spine, bumping along the ridges until he gets to the nape of my neck. My skin is alight where he touches me.

My husband.

Mine.

I feel his fingers tighten, pushing my face further into the mattress as he lets out a low groan.

“Can you take more?”

“Yes.” It’s a low breathy agreement and the minute it exits my lips, he pulls back and slams into me.

I gasp, pain and pleasure slicing through me. My cock had softened but it grows hard between my legs once more as he cants his hips into me. Our skin slaps together wickedly as he holds me down on the bed, using me, using my hole.

As he fucks into me, I feel him bend over me, his lips near my ear as he ruts into me, his free hand moving around to my cock andstroking it. A gasp leaves me, breathless and high-pitched. I wish he were naked. Wish he wasn’t still wearing all his clothes.

“No one ever touches what’s mine exceptme,” he growls, his lips brushing against my earlobe. “What are you, Angelo?”

I wet my lips as he continues to use me, trying to stave off the orgasm that is crawling up my thighs and tightening around my balls.