Page 65 of His Prince
So without a thought, I lean forward, brushing against him and then sinking my teeth into his bottom lip.
He hisses as I put pressure on it, making sure to break the skin, but he doesn’t pull away. Just lets me do it.
Almost seems to savor it.
When I finally remove myself, his bottom lip is swollen and I see the dark twinkle in his eyes. His tongue peeks out and slides across his mouth, lapping up the bead of blood that sits precariously on his bottom lip, and I feel his cock twitch inside of me.
“Is this the game you want to play?” he asks, and I swallow, realizing the mistake I made. This isn’t a game. This is my fucking life.
He seems to agree, his nostrils flaring, his face right by mine as he drags his hips back and then slams his cock inside of me.
My mouth parts in a silent scream, my ass arching back, wanting more. Wanting this to end. Wanting this to never stop.
“Little devil, wanting my mouth,” he whispers, our eyes connected. “Your husband’s mouth.”
He slams into me again, jostling my body so forcefully my hands slide across the tiles and scrabble for purchase. But he doesn’t wait for me to find my balance, just slams into me again. My cheek hits the shower wall, my ass being filled over and over again as he ruts into me, his lips at my ear, whispering things in Russian.
Oh fuck, what is he saying?
I don’t know. I can’t think. The way he’s entering me, the way he’s hitting my prostate is making my dick leak. It almost hurts. I need to come.I need to come.
But then suddenly, he stops, impaling me on his dick once more, his lips gliding across my ear, whispered Russian words melting intothe sound of the water hitting the shower floor. It’s humid in here, the air filled with steam, and I find myself starting to grow lightheaded.
“You going to say please, my little Angel?” he asks, and I shake my head, my arms trembling as I reach back and grab on to his ass, pulling him further into me.
“Uh-uh, you don’t get to touch me,” Mikhail says and then grabs on to my hands, slapping them onto the tile above me, leaning into me. My aching, throbbing cock is now brushing against the cold, hard wall. “The rules apply to you, too.”
I whimper, and he chuckles.
I try to glower at him, but as soon as our eyes meet, I find my gaze moving down to his mouth once more.
“You want to kiss me? Hm?”
“No, I don’t,” I lie. “I just want to get this over with.”
His mouth curls and his eye twitches and then he leans even closer, making me gasp as his cock shifts inside of my tight channel, my feet pushing up until I’m on my tiptoes.
“Open your mouth,” he whispers, his voice cruel. “And stick out your tongue.”
And instead of shaking my head and telling him to fuck off, I do as I’m told, cursing myself the entire time.
His eyes slide down to my parted lips, my tongue hanging out, and then he leans forward and pulls it between his lips, sucking on it roughly. I cry out at the pain that slides down my throat, but then moan when he lets it go and starts to fuck me once more, slow and hard.
It’s too much.
“I can’t…”
“You can,” he whispers and then leans forward and bites down on my bottom lip, pulling it back and staring me in the eyes. Something cracks inside of me and I start to writhe and whimper, needing more, needing release.
When he finally lets go, I’m nearlysobbing.
“Please!” I cry out. “Please.Please!”
I know he thinks he’s won, but I’ll get him back. I will. When I can think straight. Right now my mind is jumbled, my body needing something that only he can provide.
He chuckles and then starts fucking me in earnest, his hips slapping against my ass, my face still pressed against the cool tiles, my body being used. My hand drops to my dripping cock and I stroke it quickly, needing to feel the release that’s been building inside of me. I feel my balls draw up and without warning, my cock explodes, my mouth screaming out his name.
He grunts at the feel of my ass contracting around his dick, a vise-like grip, and his hands slip to my hips, grabbing them roughly, fucking me at a bruising pace.