Page 50 of Lost Prince
I watch as Lana's expression shifts, a flicker of irritation crossing her face. She sucks in a breath and nods. "Okay," she says softly. "If it’s important to you.”
“It is.”
I’m not convinced that Lana won’t cause trouble for Diana. But I don’t want to ruin this moment by driving home how important this is to me. I just hope she does behave because I don’t want to have to choose between Diana and my sister.
19
DIANA
Lazaro finally brings dinner back to his room. He was gone longer than I expected and I'm relieved that he’s finally returned.
“I’m not a cook, so you’re stuck with peanut butter and jelly.” He sets the tray on the end of the bed.
“I like PB and J.” Holding the sheet over me, I move down the bed as Lazaro spreads pieces of bread with peanut butter.
“Sorry it took so long. I ran into Lana.”
I tense and look at him, wondering how that discussion went. He’s not pissed off so it couldn’t have been too bad.
“I think we’ve come to an understanding.” He puts a glob of jelly on the bread and assembles the sandwich.
“I’m glad.”
He hands me a napkin and the sandwich. “I told her I wanted you here so she shouldn’t bother you anymore.”
Has he met Lana? I can’t imagine she won’t let her thoughts about me be known, at least to me. But I nod, hoping he’s right.
He makes his sandwich and sits next to me. “Bon Appetit.”
I smile. “Bon Appetit.” I take a bite, and a glob of jelly drops from my sandwich onto the swell of my breast. “Oh.” I start to clean it up, but Lazaro stops me.
“Let me.” He leans forward, lapping up the jelly with his tongue. He tilts his head, looking up at me. “Yum.” He reaches for the jelly jar, dunking his finger in it and drawing it over my nipple. The cool, gooey fruit sends a thrill straight to my pussy.
“Hold on.” Lazaro jumps up, moving the tray off the bed to set it on a table. He brings the jelly back to bed.
“What are you doing?”
“I want Diana and jelly.”
I take a bite of my sandwich, because I am hungry, but then I wrap it in my napkin and let Lazaro put it aside on the bedside table next to the jelly.
He pushes me back, and he looks down on me like a predator ready to feast on his prey. It makes my body light from the inside out. It doesn’t matter that I’d been pleasured not that long ago. I’m ready again.
He drags more jelly over my breasts and then licks and sucks until I’m writing, need rising to nearly unbearable proportions.
“Delicious,” he murmurs.
“I want a turn.” I push him back and reach for the jar on the bedside table. I dip my finger in to scoop up some jelly. I consider running my finger down his chest, but let’s face it, what I really want is his dick. I plop the jelly on his hard tip.
He sucks in a breath as the cool jelly covers the head of his dick. I lean over, licking, lapping, and finally sucking him into my mouth.
“Fuck yeah.” His fingers thread through my hair.
I suck him until I can’t wait any longer. I move up his body and position him at my pussy, sinking down. I let out a long sigh as his length and girth fill me.
He levers up, reaching over for the jelly. He smears more over my breasts and licks and sucks as I slowly rock over him.
“Oh!” I gasp as the pleasure ratchets up.