Page 19 of Praise Me: Princess
“I have others.”
I rip them from her body, because I can’t bear for her to close her thighs to me long enough to take them off properly. And there’s her wet, virgin cunt presented before me now, her nervous thighs trembling on either side of my waist, but remaining obediently open, because dear God, she’s such a good girl. “It’s an honor to guard this body.” I fist my cock and bring it out, rubbing the sensitive head against her clit. “It’s going to be an even greater honor to get you off.”
“L-like you did earlier?”
“Better.” I press into her entrance, kissing her mouth to muffle her whimper. “There’s nothing between us this time. No clothes. No doubts about what this is.” I firm my hips and drill them forward slowly, pinning her wrists overhead and rocking deep, my balls straining with pressure when she screams, my kiss capturing the sound as much as possible, but I’m moaning, too. I’m moaning and trying to blink my vision back to normalcybecause she’s blackout tight, her untried pussy only fitting the upper half of my cock, but goddamn, that’s more than enough. The Holy fucking Grail is what she’s got between her legs. It’s the kind of moist grip that I could never replicate with my hand, her muscles rippling rhythmically, her hips lifting to take me deeper, even though there’s no more room, but she struggles to make some anyway.
“You’re so big,” she whispers.
“Stop,” I say, raggedly.
“Am I doing it right?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“I want more…” Her voice drops to a hush. “Daddy.”
Oh fuck. My hips buck of their own accord, my spine twisting at the base, urgency like I’ve never known coming over me, my knees digging into the stone floor of the tower room, hips lifting and dropping, her pussy squish, squish, squishing with every pump of my upper inches into her ripe, flushed body, the force of my drives raking her up and down the pallet, her expression glazing over with pleasure at every new joining of our flesh, titties shaking around like a feast for my eyes. Thank God we’re near the thunderclap of waves or I fear the whole kingdom would hear me repeatedly entering the princess with firm slaps, not to mention her urgent little mewls of my name.
“Can you get more in if I do this?”
“I said, there’s no more room, baby—” I shudder hotly when she rests her ankles on my shoulder and she does, miracle of miracles, bury another two inches of me in her pussy. “OH GOD! Oh God. Don’t fucking move.”
“I…” Her eyes widen with enjoyment, her walls squeezing me with so much hot pressure, I have to stop pumping to gather my control before I blow. “I love watching you react to me,” she whispers, tightening up again, on purpose, making me grit my teeth and shake through a curse. “I love how you can’t hideanything when I open my thighs for you. Whether it’s on my back like this or I’m riding on you like a horse—”
I slap a hand over her mouth to keep her from saying any more, because my demise is imminent and I’m so horny, I’m going to lose sight of her pleasure. And I can’t allow that, so I reach between us and stroke her slick little button, growling into the evening air when she gasps and quickens, her body somehow accepting another two inches of me and then, son of a bitch, I’m fully seated. I’m pushing my whole cock into her and she’s looking up at me in wonder and relief, on the cusp of pleasure.
“Motherfucker, this little girl is sweet and ripe,” I say, dragging my hand off her mouth and taking hold of her throat, triumph bursting in my sternum when she sobs as if she’d been waiting for a more intense show of dominance. I squeeze with increasing pressure, watching her pupils expand, her pussy getting slicker by the second. “Little girl wants to please her man, doesn’t she?”
“Yes.”
“There’s no greater pleasure in this world than your body, baby.” I’m lost now, driving into her on the pallet, waves crashing in my ears, my hips going for broke. So close, I’m so close, and she’s only getting more perfect by the second, driving me insane with her mewls and constricted muscles and smooth, wet flesh. “Take your pleasure from mine.”
“I’m trying,” she gasps. “It feels so good. I…it’s right there…”
“What do you need to come?”
“I don’t know.” She wets her lips. “I need more…Daddy.”
Responsibility swells inside of me and I react before my thoughts even form. With great difficulty, I pull out of her tightness and flip her over, reentering her from the back with a savage pump, reaching forward to grip her chin in my hand, holding her face steady while I speak in her ear, my cock rifling in and out of her from behind. Jesus, she’s even tighter from theback and my head is alive with static, my balls on the verge of erupting every time they slap off the underside of her mound. “Did you wear those riding pants to tease your Daddy today? Huh? You’ve had me hard since the fucking sun came up.” I bite the side of her neck. “Showing off your pussy like it’s a trophy that every man would love to win. But I’m the only one who’ll ever know that the princess begs on her hands and knees like a peasant when Daddy unzips his pants.”
Damn. That does the trick.
She tenses up, her cunt pulling and rippling while her sides puff in and out, strangled cries filling the small, circular room. As soon as she hits her peak, I throw back my head and cease to hold back, my entire body jolting and flexing with every rope of seed she milks out of me, her pussy stroking me like a fist as she spasms, ownership of her flesh blazing in my bloodstream.Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.
I have no idea how we end up entwined on the pallet, but I know the way she snuggles into me for safety and warmth gives me more purpose than I’ve ever had in my life.
More…love. Yes, love.
I’m in love with Greta, Princess of Leidenstein.
And I need to find a way to keep her.
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