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For once, Leo had nothing to say. He simply watched in reverent silence as Tem played with her clitoris, rubbing it with her first two fingers. Then she took those fingers and pushed them deeper, touching herself slowly, letting Leo see exactly what he wasn’t allowed to do. She didn’t bring herself to orgasm. Instead she raised her fingers and brushed them over the head of his cock, coating it with her wetness.

“Remember our deal,” she whispered.

Leo clasped his hands slowly behind his head before leaning back and looking down at her through hooded eyes.

“I will not survive you,” he said, his voice a guttural whisper.

“Do you even want to?”

He didn’t answer.

Leo watched as Tem turned her head, parted her lips, and touched them to the base of his shaft. At the same time she palmed his balls, cupping them firmly and pressing her thumb into the nook where they met his cock. Tem worked her tongue slowly up the shaft, licking him from base to tip. When she reached the head, she sucked on it for at least ten full seconds, and by the time she was ready to move on, Leo’s moans filled the carriage.

Tem used her hand to give him three strokes in rapid succession. Then she lowered her head once more, this time angling herself so he could see every inch of his cock disappear down her throat and reappear again. It felt so good to give him this—to show him the wait had been worth it.

Eventually, Leo began to break.

He extended his hand slowly, touching only the taut skin of her cheek while her mouth was around his cock. Tem swatted him away, and he retreated. But a moment later he did it again, caressing her jaw with only his pinkie finger.

She straightened.

“Leo,” she warned. “I will leave.”

He groaned, throwing his head back in agony.

“Tem,” he rasped. “You’re killing me here.”

“I know.”

Tem went to dip her head again, but paused instead. Why not kill him a little more?

Moving slowly so Leo was sure to see every second of it, Tem brought her hands to her chest, lifting her breasts so his cock was cradled between them.

Leo gripped the carriage seat with his fists, and she knew it took him everything he had not to touch her. His fingers tore into the cushioned fabric as she held her breasts in place and slid them up and down his cock, watching him as he watched her, seeing the way he could barely keep his hands at his sides. Just when she knew she was pushing him to his limit, she held still, tilting her chin up and tacitly signaling him to take over.

Leo shifted his hips, tentatively at first, as if to see what would happen. When Tem remained in place he jerked them quickly upward, sliding his cock through her cleavage at a rapid pace. His head fell back—he couldn’t even watch her anymore. The next time his hips rose Tem freed her breasts, seamlessly replacing them with her mouth.

She took him deeper this time, knowing in her gut that the prince was close. She matched the pace he had set a moment ago, dipping her head again and again, working his cock until it was slick with her saliva. Tem’s moans joined Leo’s. She wanted him to hear how much she liked doing this—how satisfying it was for her to satisfy him. Tem knew he was mere seconds away.

Leo cried out:

“Fuck, Tem—fuck—fuck—”

His hand returned suddenly to her hair, and for a moment, she thought he was breaking their deal. Instead Leo pulled her sharply off his cock, his other hand shooting forward so he could finish into his palm. They both stared at his cum. Without thinking, Tem leaned down.

She knew Leo had a perfect view of her as she extended her tongue and licked the glistening substance from his palm with slow, soft strokes.

“Tem,” he whispered as he watched. “Fuck.”

She sat upright and smiled.

“Is that your favorite word?”

“When it comes to you, it is.”

“I want you to finish in my mouth next time.”

“So there will be a next time?”