Page 23 of Lost Prince
“This will be over too fast if I take my pants off.” I wish I could have amusement in my tone, but I can’t because the need to fuck her hard and fast is difficult to control. I move down her body, my hands and lips taking in every inch of her, every smooth inch of skin. I push her thighs apart, opening her pussy to me. It glistens with her essence. The scent of her sex fills my nostrils. I dive in, needing to taste her. She’s delicious. Warm. Sweet. It’s an intoxicating elixir.
“Oh…” Her hips raise. Her fingers grip my head as I eat her out. I slip my hands under her ass, holding her to me as I lick and suck and thrust my tongue inside her body. I push her up, fast and furious, until she cries out and her juices flood my mouth.
Need roars through me as I lap up her essence.More. More. More, is all I think. So I start over. I push her thighs open wider, my mouth drinking her in.
“Oh, God… Lazaro…”
Her words drive me on, pushing me to give her orgasms she’ll never forget. No matter what happens between us, when she moves on to wherever she goes news, she’ll remember me. Remember that I made her feel good.
Soon, she’s coming again, and I want to keep eating her, but my cock is nearing the edge. I’m about to come in my pants.
With a frustrated growl, I leave her pussy, unhooking my pants and shoving them down as I move up her body. Driven with an unspeakable need, I plunge inside her body, feeling her wrap around my dick, tight, wet, hot. The sensation is so much, almost too much. But I’m too lost in the moment to do anything but drive in and out like a feral beast.
I’m vaguely aware of her fingers gripping my shoulders. Her hips rock with me. Her legs wrap around my waist, driving me in deeper.
“Yes!” She cries out again, and her pussy tightens around me like a vise.
Stars blast behind my eyes as my orgasm rockets through me, stealing my breath. “Fuck… yes…” My hips piston wildly as my pleasure floods through me like a tsunami.
9
DIANA
Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod…
I feel like I’ve been injected with liquid bliss. Every neuron in my body is firing. My blood sizzles as it courses hot and delicious through my veins. And not for the first time. Lazaro has already assaulted my senses, making me come two, three times… I’m losing count.
Lazaro takes me roughly, with a desperation that sets my soul on fire. He’s touching me as if he’s laying claim to me. I’ve never felt so possessed before. Never felt such pleasure. No doubt, he’s ruining me for all other men.
I moan beneath him, my body writhing against his as he thrusts into me, his own releases consuming him. Lazaro’s hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he moves inside me. I'm lost in the moment, in him. It feels like we're the only two people in the world, and nothing else matters.
He lets out a final grunt and collapses on me. He’s large and heavy and could likely suffocate me. But I don’t care. Feeling his weight over me, his heart hammering in his chest over mine, is better than taking a breath.
Moments later, Lazaro pulls out of me, and I feel a twinge of sadness as he does. I imagine he’s going to rise and leave. But then he reaches out and pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
We lie there for a while, just enjoying the afterglow of our passion. But eventually, reality starts to seep back in. I can't help but wonder what this means for us. Am I just a dalliance? Or is this leading to something more?
My gaze drifts down, noting how his feet extend past the edge of my bed. He doesn’t fit in my space. With me. I need to remember that. I can’t let my deep need to belong cloud my judgment.
“Problem?” he asks.
“My bed is too small for you.”
“Most beds are,” he says matter-of-factly.
As a person who has learned to live in the moment, I push away all questions and concerns and instead snuggle closer to Lazaro, reveling in the warmth of his body against mine. Our legs tangle together, and I fight the desire to give in to this sense of connection with him.
I jolt awake to the sound of buzzing, momentarily disoriented. Lazaro's warm body is pressed against mine, his arm draped over my waist. We're crammed onto my tiny bed, limbs tangled together. The events of last night come rushing back, and I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face or the warmth through my body.
The buzzing continues, and Lazaro stirs beside me. His eyes flutter open, confusion clouding them for a moment before recognition sets in. He gives me a sleepy smile that makes my heart skip a beat.
"Morning," he mumbles, his voice husky with sleep. Then his brow furrows as if he’s only just now hearing his phone. He groans and moves to get up, not aware of how precariously we're balanced on the edge of the bed. With a yelp, we tumble onto the floor in a heap of limbs and blankets.
I laugh as we untangle ourselves. Lazaro joins in, his deep chuckle sending vibrations through me where our bodies are still pressed together. His phone stops buzzing, so he kisses me, and immediately, my body is hot, needy. I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his dick. It’s thick and long, and my pussy pulses with anticipation to feel it inside me again.
The buzzing starts up again.
“Fuck.” Lazaro curses under his breath and scrambles to reach his pants lying in a crumpled heap nearby. He fishes out his phone, his expression turning serious as he sees the caller ID.