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A sexy gasp jumped from Briar’s mouth, and her palms landed on my pecs.
My mouth veered to one ear. “May I indulge you, Highness?”
“You may,” Briar permitted, her breathing acute.
“Then pay attention, for this is what’s going to happen.” I nipped her lobe and let my voice ooze like candle wax. “You’re going tell me what you want, and I’m going to oblige. I’m going to ruin your body with my mouth, tongue, and hands until you’re pent up, until the only thing your pussy craves is the part of me I haven’t given it yet. Then I’ll use this—” my free hand guided one of hers, bracing it against the solid width of my cock, “—to fill every wet edge inside you. I’ll use it to push your body beyond its limits, then shatter those limits to pieces.”
Her outtakes stalled as she palmed the hard column of flesh, feeling its heat brimming and its size stretching under her touch. “I don’t think you’ll fit.”
My lips crooked against her lobe. “I’m flexible by trade. You’re industrious by nature. We’llmakeourselves fit.”
“Poet.”
“I’ve wanted you. I’ve been desperate for it. I’ve amassed so much want that it’s scored on me,” I rasped. “If you want it as much, nothing’s going to stop us. I’ll stroke into you so gradually, you’ll feel every inch of my solid length—and every inch of your slick depth. I’ll pump into you until it’s all you know, until the only thing you concentrate on is my cock and your cunt moving together.” My incisors scraped her flesh. “The softer you moan, the deeper I’ll fuck you.”
Briar drove her teeth into her lip, quelling a delectable sound.
I switched to the opposite ear. “Whatever it takes, you’re not leaving this place without shouting. Because you see, my standards for your pleasure are rather high. It won’t be enough to give you bliss. Nay, I want you to keep that bliss. I’ll give you that hard kiss and sweet fuck I’d once promised. And I’ll use both to make you come so wetly, so loudly—” my lips pressed a kiss to her lobe, “—you’ll feel and hear yourself for days.”
Her free digits bent, nails clawing into my sternum. As Briar pulled back, her attention dropped to my mouth, then to the waistband of my hose, then to the bulge shoving against the material.
Her tongue darted out, damping those lush lips. She glanced from my cock to my eyes in an unspoken request.
Longing swirled through my erection. Whatever she wished was my command.
I released her and picked apart the closures of my pants whilst my eyes fused with hers. The low waistband slumped. The flaps tented open. Without looking away, she joined her fingers with mine.
Keeping our attention fixed on each other, we drove the hose down. My cock released, rising from the vent and straining high against my pelvic bones.
Endearingly, Briar averted her gaze. But after a moment, her eyes fringed down, and her mouth parted to release a gust of air.
I wouldn’t call myself as behemothly endowed as a giant, but I was a satisfying specimen, so I had been complimented. Nevertheless, suspense hindered my tongue. The princess’s eyes roamed over the expanse of my cock, the stem long, its girth thick, the head broad and flushed.
The weight of Briar’s gaze drew blood to my crown. I nearly lost my mind, stifling a groan as her fixation caused the enlarged cap to darken and coaxed a bead of arousal to surface through the slit.
Her throat contorted, and pink swam in her cheeks. At last, Briar’s gaze lifted, irises heady with approval.
Relief and hunger swarmed my being. The princess liked what she saw.
Thusly, my cock twitched, hers for the taking.
Briar draped her fingers on my hips, urging us firmer together. Her pert tits grazed my tense frame, and her exhalations condensed, growing uneven. “Will you keep your promise now? Will you kiss me hard and fuck me sweetly?”
I pushed my torso against her breasts and strummed my lips over hers, my mouth lingering there. “Aye, I will,” I hissed. Then I grabbed the back of her neck and hauled her mouth to mine.
A sigh cracked from Briar. Her fingers flew into my hair and wrenched on the roots, yanking me into her. The strength of my jaw kicked her head back as my tongue sliced through her lips.
Our tongues knitted, hers sweltering and ripe with that tart flavor. I swallowed her savory moan like an aphrodisiac, took it deep into me.
Humming, my mouth dislodged from hers and clamped onto the dip beneath her chin. I suckled her there before descending to her neck and along her shoulder. Open-mouth kisses quested across her body, sampling each freckle as though it were a morsel.
Briar’s body quaked like a leaf, but she held herself aloft—a figure wrought of skin and steel. Like a future queen. And for a future queen, the jester would kneel.
She would know ecstasy by the time we were finished. She would know her pleasure like she knew her own voice. My words had touched her, and now the rest of me would worship her.
All for her.
I lowered myself, my mouth dancing everywhere, imprinting every curve, from her nipples to her navel. My teeth abraded her fingers, racing across them from knuckles to tips, teasing them one by one. Where my lips didn’t reach, my hands did the rest. I traced her hips, cupped the shape of her ass, massaged the backs of her calves.
