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Rosalie’s eyes widen and her face pales as she sees me emerge from my place in the darkness. I can see every single thought and feeling that is running through her mind across her face.
She thinks she’s fucked up.
On the contrary, I’m so intrigued with this princess. Greyson doesn’t stop what he’s doing even when I reach the two of them. I can tell Greyson is hitting all the right spots as Rosalie tries to stifle the moans wanting to fall from her lips, as her fingers tighten in his hair. Her eyes never leave mine as she tries to work out what I’m going to say or do. My eyes fall to where Greyson is underneath her dress. I can’t quiet see what his tongue is doing to her pussy as the material of her dress is in the way.
Rosalie with one hand, lets go of Greyson’s hair and uses that same hand to slide the split of her dress open for me so that I get a full view of his tongue sliding between her folds. I look up surprised at her action, does it turn her on me watching her? Is she okay with this? Or is she doing it to save herself?
“How good do you feel with my guard’s tongue on your cunt?” I ask her, tilting my head to the side wondering if I might be scaring her off with this naughty display.
Rosalie’s head falls back, her eyes close as an unsteady breath leaves her. “He feels so good,” she moans.
I chuckle at her answer. Maybe she is okay with this after all? Have we found a naughty little nymph in our garden?
This night seems to be turning around after all. I move to the side and Greyson stops feasting on Rosalie. When he pulls his tongue from her glistening cunt she groans in displeasure. Does our little nymph want more? Wonder if she wouldn’t mind letting me taste her?
Silence falls between the three of us and this must make Rosalie nervous as she tries to hide herself from us both.
“Hey …” I say, catching the change in her. “You’ve done nothing wrong,” I reassure her. Those bright blue eyes widen and sparkle in the moonlight as she listens to my words. She tries to move her leg, but Greyson holds it tightly.
I understand she must be panicking. Her family is relying on her to bag the prince and here she is with his guard in the shadows. I reach out and cup her face, hoping to reassure her she’s done nothing wrong.
“I promise you … everything is fine,” I tell her before dropping my hand from her face. Rosalie’s brows rise high on her face at my comment.
“Greyson, can I see how nice Rosalie tastes?” I ask him.
He looks up at me with a smile, his mouth still wet from her as I reach out and swipe my thumb across his lips before placing it in my mouth and sucking it off. Rosalie’s eyes flare with heat, her cheek turns the perfect shade of pink as she watches me sucking her juices off my thumb. “She tastes … perfect,” I tell Greyson, before turning my attention toward Rosalie again.
“Was that okay?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she answers on a whisper.
“Good girl,” I tell her. “Now, do you mind if Greyson finishes off that orgasm that he was so close to delivering and then we can talk business?”
“Wait, you want him to continue?” she asks, looking between us.
“Do you not want him to?” I ask her.
“Not sure how to answer that question?”
“Either a yes or no will suffice.”
Her brows pull together in a frown. “Are you mad?”
“Does it look like I’m mad?” I ask her.
“I don’t know,” she answers.
I reach out and grab her hand and lay it against my cock that is currently being strangled in my tuxedo pants. She gasps when her hand feels how hard I am.
“Princess, I’m most certainly not mad,” I tell her with a grin.
“Okay, then he can finish what he started,” she tells me before looking down at where Greyson is still crouched on the ground and lifts her leg up and places it back over his shoulder, while exposing her glistening cunt to the moonlight. Damn, it’s beautiful and what I wouldn’t do to be able to feast upon it.
Now is not the time.
I can wait.
Greyson runs his lips up over her inner thigh, which makes her hum just before his tongue slides between her pink folds. As soon as his lips touch hers, Rosalie’s head falls back against the brick work and she moans. My eyes run down over her lithe body, the way her hardened nipples are pressing against the fabric of her dress. Perfect little peaks that are begging for my lips to be wrapped around them.
