Page 32 of His Princess

I paused, taking in the swinging sack before shoving the whispers of uncertainty away and leaning down to swipe my tongue over it. Lightly, I sucked the tight sack into my mouth.

This time it was a mixture of a sob and a scream that left him, and I used the reaction as fuel, sucking on his balls with an eager need to make him come from only my mouth and finger.

“Talk to me, Princess.” I scraped my teeth over his sensitive sack gently. “Tell me how much you want to come.”

“So bad,” Quin whimpered out almost immediately, his toes curling against my thigh. The leather seat squeaked beneath him as he wriggled back toward me, throwing a wide-eyed look over his shoulder. Tears flooded his eyes, his bottom lip shaking so hard that he chomped his top teeth down on it so he could collect himself. “Please, Daddy. Husband. Matthew. Please. I’ll do anything. Just.. . let me come. I really want to come.”

Matthew. It’d been so long since I’d heard that name from someone’s lips, and it was perfect when it slipped from his. Colt and Matthew were two different people, and I would be both for Quin. Hearing him use my first name came with a spark of molten lust that consumed me. I craved hearing the sounds roll off his tongue more often.

“Hmm.” I tugged at the shredded panties, still pushed to one side of his ass and hanging on for dear life. “Well, you did have these on for me, didn’t you?”

He nodded eagerly. “All for you.”

I held in a snort. He would tell me anything if it meant getting off. I knew that feeling well, though, so I couldn’t fault him. I sucked his balls back into my mouth, testing the weight of them on my tongue. The experience was new but not terrible. Despite the hairs that tickled my mouth, the taste of his skin was fresh if not a bit salty.

His hole was tight around my finger, and I pushed in deeper, searching for his prostate.

Quin sobbed, rocking back against my finger. “Right there, Daddy. Right there. I’m so close.”

I hummed around his sack, creating vibrations, and he reached down to grab a hold of his cock. I didn’t stop him. Not this time, but I probably wouldn’t be so lenient the next.

My cock throbbed and I ignored it. This was about Quin right now. I wanted him to feel good after that bastard Allard had ruined his day. My pleasure could come later.

A few thrusts into his fist, along with the help of my finger and mouth, were all it took before Quin came, full-body shudders and a screamed sob the evidence of his orgasm taking over.

I continued to suck his sack until he all but sagged against the seat, panting in exhaustion. Then, I gave his balls a final kiss before I let them go and gently slid my finger out of his hole. “How was that for my sweet wife?”

He mumbled something I couldn’t hear, and I laughed, taking it as a good sign. I fell back into the seat and cupped my cock through my pants, rubbing it. After a few moments, Quin turned to look at me again, eyes glazed with satisfaction.

“Let me help you,” he whispered.

With a surge of excitement, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard-on.

He put his mouth to use, deep throating me almost immediately, and I couldn’t help but thrust between those perfect lips. I hit the back of his throat, making him gag, and between being on edge already and his warmth, it didn’t take me long to shoot down his throat.

I ran my fingers through his long hair, nails scraping over his scalp in thanks as he licked up the remaining cum on my slit.

He fell against me and scrunched his nose. “I came on your seat.”

I chuckled. “I’ll clean it up when we get home.”

He buried his face against my neck, and I curled my arm around his naked waist. The panties had finally torn completely, hanging loosely around his left thigh. “Thank you. For tonight. For doing this for me.”

“You’re my wife.” I touched my lips to his forehead. “No one gets to treat you like that. But, let me tell you what’s going to happen. Tonight, we’re going to go home, and you’ll be sleeping with me. No exceptions. Our marriage will only involve one bed. Tomorrow morning, you’ll wake me up with a blowjob.”

He snorted out a laugh.

“I let Royal know that Allard will be delivering those dresses to us tomorrow, no charge, and you’ll give me a fashion show. You’ll be my model wife. We’ll spend tomorrow together, have some fun as husband and wife. And then when I go back to work on Monday, you’ll go back to cleaning and cooking for me, especially in your new clothes.” My fingers tangled in his hair, gripping the strands tightly. “How does that sound, baby girl?”

He frowned, and I waited for the protest, but all he did instead was sigh. “Yes, Husband.”

I grinned and hooked my finger under his chin, raising his mouth toward me so I could give him a kiss. My taste lingered there. “You’re fucking perfect.”

The blush returned and he ducked his head, groaning. Yes, he was so much better than his mother ever was.

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QUIN

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