Page 51 of His Prince

He lifts his hips, his abs flexing as he works them off, and I force myself to look away, not wanting to be even more turned on. It’s bad enough that my dick is already hard. But at least his is too.

At least I’m not alone in my lust.

His uncut cock pops out and slaps his stomach, and without hesitation, I uncap the bottle and drizzle lube onto the tip of him,watching as it trickles down his thick, veiny length. Reaching out, I squeeze him, stroking up and down his cock, slicking him up for me. Anything to make this easier. Quicker.

He doesn’t move as I stroke him, his hands curled into the sheets beside him, almost as if he’s forcing himself not to reach out and take control. I drag my eyes away, telling myself not to stare at him.

I won’t look at him.

He won’t touch me.

This will just be physical.

When he’s slicked up enough, I crawl onto him, straddling his hips, my hands landing on my thighs, trying to find the best way to manage this with as little contact as possible. I drag his dick along my wet crack and when I realize it won’t go in without assistance, I reach behind me, slot his cock at my hole, and wiggle against it. I need to relax enough to let him slip inside of me, so I close my eyes and breathe in deeply through my nose, bearing down, feeling his bulbous head press against me. A second later, it pushes in and I gasp, my back arching slightly at the intrusion.

I forgot how big he is, how delicious this feels.

I work my hips back and forth, shifting up and down his shaft until he’s halfway inside of me.

My fingers curl into fists on my thighs, and I can hear Mikhail’s breath coming out in quick exhales. He’s panting.

I let my eyes open, and see him watching me, his pupils blown out, his cheeks ruddy. The sight of him is too much, too potent. I don’t want this. I don’t want it at all.

So I move off him, turning around and facing the opposite direction, slamming my eyes shut and working my way down his dick. It’s slow, a work in progress, but finally, I end up taking all of him inside of me. A long exhale escapes me when I’m settled against his hips.

The stretch of him and how full I feel. I wiggle my ass and Mikhail grunts.

But I refuse to open my eyes

Refuse.

Instead, I focus on how I feel. Because this is about me. Not him. I reach down and grab on to my dick, stroking it, feeling it harden even more in my palm. I let out a small groan as I continue to work myself closer to the edge, feeling my hole relax around his girth, enjoying the way I’m stuffed so full.

And then, right before I topple over the edge, I start to move.

I rise up and sink down.Slowly.

Mikhail lets out another grunt, a soft groan as I do it again, stroking myself in tandem, teetering right on the edge as I fuck myself on him.

If I’m nothing more than a hole, he’s nothing more than a dick I can use.

My movements grow more sure, my hips canting faster until I’m riding him, my head thrown back, eyes shut, hand shuttling up and down my straining, leaking length.

Mikhail is shifting beneath me, hips still, but his hands rustle against the sheets, almost as if he’s trying to find purchase. To find something to hold onto.

As long as it’s not me, I think as I start moaning, my orgasm incredibly close. So close I can taste it. It slips up my thighs, pooling in my balls, and the tingles of pleasure creep up to my throat, making me gasp and whine as the first rope of cum spills from my cock. Mikhail’s hips jerk, and a moment later, I feel him mark me, his release filling my slackened hole and leaking onto our joined bodies.

I come to a stop, my body trembling as I lean forward slightly, trying to catch my breath. I allow the pleasure to seep from my body, slowly replacing itself with cold, ugly dread.

I can’t believe I did that.

I can’t fucking believe it.

I peel my lashes open and peer over my shoulder. I see Mikhail lying there, his eyes wild, his lips bruised, his fists curled in the sheets pulled from the corners of the mattress.

“That was…” I don’t even finish the thought. Just huff asI move off him, causing his nostrils to flare as his cock falls from me with an audible squelch.

As I make my way to the bathroom, my legs shake and my ass twinges. Mikhail follows behind, quiet, brooding, almost thoughtful.