Page 88 of His Prince

His hands reach back and pull his cheeks apart, showing me his hole.

I spit on it, working it open with my finger before dripping lube onto it, watching as it gapes and opens for me. He writhes beneath me, humping into the mattress.

“Oh my god. Oh, it feels so good.”

“It will feel better when it’s my cock inside you.”

“Yes.Yes.”

He removes his hands from his ass and fists the sheets as I work two fingers inside of him, scissoring him open. He arches his pretty back up, the veins in his neck protruding from his skin.

“Mikhail, please. Fuck me. I need it.”

“You need me,” I clarify, and he nods, pushing his ass back against my hand as I continue to fuck him with my fingers.

I don’t give in yet, just continue to thrust into him until he’s panting.

“If you don’t fuck me…I’m going to come before you get the chance.”

We can’t have that.

I pull my fingers from him and stare down at his pink hole.

Grabbing the lube, I slick up my cock and then lean over him, slotting myself right at his hole.

Then I push forward, feeling the way his tight ring strangles my cock, the way it swallows me whole.

I groan as I sink in deeper, his heat setting me on fire.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, my dick still tunneling inside of him.

“You like it, me fucking you,” I hiss, bottoming out inside of him. I love holding myself inside of him, watching him writhe on my length. He’s completely at my mercy and I’m obsessed with it.

With him.

“I do. I do. More. Please. Move.”

I start to fuck him roughly, relentlessly. He’s panting, whining, crying out every time my cock tunnels into his tight hole. The way he looks spread out, fingers clutching the sheets, his ass plump and pink. I grab on to it and pry him open, watching as my cock disappears inside of him.

Fuck, he takes me so well.

So fucking well.

I can’t last like this, won’t be able to hold out. He’s too good, too tight. My cock is eager to spill inside of him.

A feral grunt leaves me and my cock pulses, filling him up. My cum spills down his thighs as I continue to rut into him. And then I pull out and Angel whimpers, his ass leaking more of my release.

With two fingers, I push the cum back inside of him, his whimper turning into a cry as I find his prostate and massage it. He bucks beneath me, his body shaking with a craving only I can satiate.

“Mikhail. Mikhail.” He’s chanting my name now, rutting his dick into the mattress, fucking back against my fingers until he screams and his cock erupts. He trembles through the orgasm, his entire body flushed pink. I can’t help but lean down and drag my lips up his spine, tasting the salt and sweat that lingers on his skin.

When he finally goes limp, I remove myself from him, my fingers sticky from lube and my release.

“I’ll clean you up,” I say, and he sighs, wiggling up the bed and sprawling out like a starfish.

When I return with a wet washcloth, he’s almost asleep, his eyelids drooping as he watches me approach.

“Hey,” he says sweetly, his cheeks still a pretty pink.