Page 9 of His Princess

I leaned down toward his face and hummed. “Princess, you’re a virgin, aren’t you?” I raised my eyebrows expectantly, and his eyes widened in understanding.

He nodded. His mouth pressed in a firm line and irritation stoked a fire in his eyes, but he didn’t argue. He was a good wife. “Yes, Husband, I am. I’ve never let another man touch me.”

“Good.” I kissed the corner of his mouth, and he went rigid. “Because I don’t like the idea of my new wife being experienced in that way. Your pussy belongs to me, doesn’t it? I’m the only one who’ll ever be inside you, aren’t I?”

He tilted his chin up, popping his lips out toward me almost in a pout. “Yes, dear. You’re the only one.”

The fact that he was playing along with my act made me smirk. Fucking perfect. So much more obedient than his mother.

“Good. I’m glad to hear that. Now, how about you suck my cock and show me how much you want to be my wife?” I spread my legs farther and brushed my hand through his hair more gently, fingers carding through the soft strands until I got a hold of them again. I liked the length and how smooth it was, and I was already imagining all the things I could do with it while he was sucking me off or riding my cock.

He stayed still for a moment, and I thought he would back out of the entire thing, but then he shuffled forward on his knees and reached for the button of my pants. His movements were hesitant and almost shy, and this gentle acceptance was new to see from Quin, who was always brattish. I didn’t know if this was part of his role or if it was his genuine feelings, but I fucking loved it. Something that reminded me of rage gleamed in his eyes, though, making me consider that this was all an act. He was giving me what I wanted, acting how he should so he could stay in the house and get whatever money he needed to finish college.

Fuck it. I could live with that. His mother had taken my money and not given me anything.

“I’ve never done this,” he murmured, low and teasing.

I smirked and brushed my fingers through his long hair. Yes, he was playing my game. “Oh?”

“I hope it’ll be good for you, Husband.” He nuzzled his nose against my trapped cock.

“I can teach you some things,” I whispered in a low, gravelly tone, scraping my nails over the back of his neck.

Quin shuddered under my touch and swallowed, and I zeroed in on his Adam’s apple. He was quite obviously a man, and while I wasn’t immune to that realization, he was beautiful enough to be my wife.

“Unzip my pants and take my cock out. Be gentle,” I ordered in a tender but firm tone. “You might not know, but it’s sensitive.”

He stared up at me with a kind of sly calculation that had me both on edge and excited, and he leaned forward to do what I’d instructed. He grabbed the zipper and tugged it down smoothly, the teeth unclipping from each other until the slider had hit the bottom.

“Reach through my boxers, sweetheart.” I shifted uncomfortably as my cock throbbed, pleasure and need a snowballing lump of emotions that had me fighting my impatience. I wanted to bend him over the couch and get my cock wet with his ass, but I also needed to take this slow. “Take out my cock. It won’t bite.”

He blinked up at me, that fiery passion spitting dangerous flames through his stare. “My mom always told me I’d get married one day and satisfy my husband, but I’m twenty-one and I’m clueless. How am I supposed to please you? Help me.”

I cupped his cheek, and to my surprise, he leaned into the caress. His skin was velvety soft to the touch, not the kind I would expect on a man. His lashes fluttered and his gaze challenged me, asking if I could keep to the role-play. “Just listen to me, Princess.” I grabbed his hand and led him to my boxers. “Reach through my boxer hole and bring it out.”

He finally did what I’d ordered, and with careful movements, he slipped his fingers inside, through my boxers to wrap around my stiff cock. He tugged it gently through the hole of my boxers and zipper, and when it was available for him to feast on, he stared at it.

The minuscule widening of his eyes wasn’t an act. He was surprised at my width. It was impossible not to feel smug. I was around six inches long—sure, average enough—but very thick. The girth had always surprised the women I’d fucked, and I’d enjoyed the moment their gaze landed on it.

Quin was no different.

His mouth moved wordlessly and his tongue darted across his upper lip. His gaze rose to meet mine and something clicked in his expression as his act slid back into place. “Do they all look like this? It’s so big, Husband.”

“Mine is much wider than usual,” I murmured, caressing my thumb across his chin.

He glanced at me from under his long lashes. “But how am I going to fit it all in my mouth?”

“You won’t.” I flicked his bottom lip with my thumbnail, and he tilted his face closer to my hand. He really was the perfect wife, embracing the role his mother never could. “Not right away, but maybe we can train that virgin throat of yours, hmm?”

He nodded eagerly. “Yes, Husband. Anything to satisfy your needs.”

I had to applaud Quin. He slipped into the role so easily that I almost believed he enjoyed being this way for me. The only thing that gave him away was his eyes, the windows to his soul. He clearly had the desire to tear me apart with his teeth—and not in a good way. I would have to make sure all my weapons were well hidden while I slept. Not that I thought Quin had a murdering bone in his body. He depended too much on others to do anything for himself. Except now, because he had no other choice than to be my breeder. Daddy’s breeder.

He curled his fingers around my rigid cock and tugged gently, and I winced at the dry friction.

“Spit on your palm, sweetheart. Get it nice and wet or you’ll chafe my cock, and we don’t want that.”

His eyes flashed and a small twitch of his mouth said he would love nothing more than to hurt me, but the fierceness disappeared under a facade of innocence. “No, we don’t.” He brought his palm to his mouth and licked it thoroughly, tongue darting out to wet his skin before he spat on it, too, and returned his hand to my cock. He jerked me in slow, even movements, and it was clear he’d definitely given another man a hand job.

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