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“Are you sure you’re up for it?” he murmured after breaking the kiss, lifting his free hand to cup my cheek. “You’ve had a rough day.”

“I’m sure.” I kissed him again, more urgently this time. “Please.”

His cock pulsed in my fist. Then the hand on my cheek slid back, before he started pushing my head down as he kicked off the covers.

“Then be a good little whore and suck my dick.”

A smile stretched my mouth as I went willingly, shifting lower on the mattress and getting to my knees straddling one of his legs. He released my hand to thread both of his through my hair, keeping it off my face as I dipped down to kiss the tip of his cock.

A low sound came from above as he relaxed into the bed, shifting to spread his legs wider. I drew his cockhead into my mouth for a soft suck, moaning around it as I continued stroking his shaft in a loose fist.

“Bet you’re desperate for my cum, aren’t you?” His voice was a little more ragged as my tongue played with his cockhead, swirling and flicking his frenulum.

I moaned around him in answer, the last of the tension draining from me as I slid my mouth lower and felt his hard cock twitch against my tongue. Vince grunted, his fingers tightening in my hair as his breaths sped up.

“Show me how hungry you are for it,” he rasped, lifting his hips in a tiny thrust to sink his cock deeper into my mouth. “I might even let you decide where you get it tonight. Down your throat or in your ass. What do you want, your highness?”

I pulled off long enough to mumble, “Both,” before sliding my mouth back down until my lips met the side of my fist.

Vince groaned, hips straining up again, then let out a breathless chuckle. “Such a greedy fucking slut.”

I moaned, my scalp tingling with pleasure as I started bobbing my head, the slurping sounds of my mouth filling the room. It wasn’t long before Vince was holding my head steady and fucking my throat while I moaned and gagged around him, my cock so hard it hurt. His shin brushed against it, making my hips jerk as I whimpered, before I was suddenly grinding my cock against his leg, needing any kind of relief from the pressure of arousal building inside me.

He groaned raggedly, his hips stuttering. “Look at you. So fucking desperate for it.”

I choked out a moan of agreement, his cock still pummelling my throat as my hips rocked faster and faster. I was leaving wet trails of pre-cum on his skin, making the friction hot and slick.

“You’re not allowed to come yet,” he muttered in a rough voice. “Swallow my load first and then I’ll think about it.”

I whimpered, sucking harder and faster. Spit slicked my pumping fist. I felt my balls draw up, cock stiffening to the point of agony, so with an anguished moan I reluctantly lifted my hips until I couldn’t grind against him anymore.

Vince chuckled breathlessly. “You were almost there, weren’t you? Just from humping against my leg. Such a needy little whore.”

Pleasure raced through my limbs, making me shiver. I was so close to coming already that if he kept talking to me like that, there was a chance I’d explode without any stimulation at all.

Vince’s thighs began to tremble as his thrusts turned jerky. He gripped my hair hard and stiffened as his breaths grew fast and shallow. A split second before he began to come, he tugged me higher so only his cockhead was in my mouth. I sucked on it eagerly, moaning when his cock flexed as it started pumping cum onto my tongue.

“D-don’t swallow yet,” he got out in a strained voice, then groaned as his fingers trembled against my scalp. I obediently held his cum on my tongue, my throat tingling with the urge to swallow, and as Vince let out another long, relieved groan, he tugged me up and crushed his mouth to mine.

His long tongue thrust inside and licked up his release, making me moan plaintively as my brows pinched. When he broke the kiss, breathing fast, he grinned up at me wickedly.

“You didn’t swallow my load,” he rasped, nuzzling the corner of my mouth. “Guess that means you can’t come yet.”

I gasped. “That’s not fair.”

His brow rose. “Oh no?”

In an instant, he was rolling me onto my back and looming over me. His still-stiff cock brushed against mine as he settled between my thighs and leaned down to kiss me, sliding his tongue so deep that my throat muscles tightened around it.

“I can do whatever I want to you,” he murmured against my mouth, lips curving into a smirk. “You’re just my dirty little whore.”

I whimpered, arching up to rub my cock against his. “Yes,” I breathed, trying to slide my cock over his with the pressure I needed. “You can do anything to me.”

“I know,” he said smugly, making his way down my body with sweet, seeking kisses over my chest and stomach. When he reached my cock, he wrapped his fingers around the base and tilted it up, then grinned at me as he tapped my piercing against his lower lip. “I have a question.”

I was shivering with pleasure already, but I tried to focus. “Mm?”

“Is the piercing a traditional fae thing or…?”