His Princess (A Royal Romance)

Christ, Burt could come back, maybe he forgot his wallet or something stupid like that, he could catch us.

Quentin yanks my hands away from my chest and licks his lips as he stares at my breasts. My legs start to shake, and my breath comes in uneven gasps. It’s cold in here.

He kisses me, lightly on the lips, pulling back when I try to kiss him harder, teasing me. He’s taller than I am. He just pulls away out of my reach. He takes a step back and whips off his shirt, throwing it over his head onto the couch, and I throw myself on him, pressing my chest to his.

He does what he did last night—he tickles my ribs and runs his fingertips along the outside curve of my breasts as they press against his chest. Only now he pushes his hands between us and cups them in his palms, stroking the nipples to hardness with his thumbs, sending shivers down my spine.

Quentin sinks into the couch and I slide down his body, tugging at his belt, biting my lip in anticipation. I spread his jeans open and find his cock hard in his boxers, and tug them down. With my breasts pressed against his stomach I rub the head of his cock against my body and lightly lift his balls out of his underwear, sliding my fingertips over them as they harden.

As I slide down I press him between my breasts, glancing up to see him staring down at me. He runs his hand over my head and tugs my ponytail loose, and fists his hand in my hair. I gasp, feeling it pull a little. I start to slide down but he stops me with a light tug on my hair, so his cock stays pillowed between my breasts. He likes that, I realize.

I slide up and down a little bit, and duck my head to flick my tongue against the tip of his cock. He goes rigid, bucking under me. I can feel the power in his body, the agonized need. He’s so hard, and hot. He doesn’t let go of my hair but he doesn’t stop me from going lower now.

I settle on my knees between his legs and take him in my mouth, closing my eyes as the heat of his cock head passes between my lips. I flick my eyes up to watch him, but he’s already watching me, his face red, his bottom lip tucked under his teeth.

I go slow, and he tightens his fist in my hair, starts to take over, pumping his cock into my mouth. It pushes into my throat and I flinch in reflex and cough. He lets me pull back and breathe before plunging in again. As he pushes down I push harder, feeling his cock invade my throat, reach deeper and deeper.

My tongue tickles his balls and he groans. I pull back and he lets go, his hands flopping to his sides, and I use both hands and my mouth to wring pleasure from his throbbing manhood. He groans and I slow as I taste a little salt, and he grows even harder, forcing my mouth open wide.

He grunts and bucks, and I hold his cock head in my mouth and pump with my hands, feeling his whole body tighten as he grows closer.

Quentin starts to pull back. I don’t let him. Explosive pleasure wracks his body and he moans softly, and I hold him in my mouth, my eyes locked on his as his dick throbs between my lips. I take him a little deeper and work him with my tongue, and swallow.

A moment later I pull back and lick my lips.

Quentin doesn’t say a word. He snaps forward, reaches down, and hauls me bodily onto the couch, then drags my bottoms down.

He flips me onto my stomach and pulls me back by my legs, and buries his face in my *. I squeak and jerk on the couch, and hug myself as he tongues my slit hungrily.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls.

God, he’s good. Pleasure rises through my body, uncoiling in a hot wave spread through my chest as shocks flare down my legs and I arch my back and push against him, rolling my hips and pressing myself into his face. He runs his hands over my ass and squeezes as he eats me out, and then smack lands his open palm on my ass, sending a jolt through my body that quivers between my legs.

Then his tongue circles my clit and I feel like I’m going to explode, just fly apart. I rake my nails over the couch and ball my hands into fists. He doesn’t stop, then he does, his tongue teasing my entrance before returning hot and wet to my clit.

Then he stands up, grabs my hips, and I can feel him pressing at my entrance. He runs his hand down my back and stops, hesitating. I look back over my shoulder and silently mouth please. He thrusts inside me to the hilt all at once. I jerk back, and he grabs my arms just above the elbows and pulls me against him.

He doesn’t thrust. He just keeps me pinned against him, wriggling with his big rod inside me. Fuck, fuck. I buck and try to thrust and he pulls me harder against him, so I can’t even move, just feel his hard rod filling me to the brim. He’s so hot.

Then he shoves me onto the couch and yanks his pants up.

“What?”

“That’s all you get for now. I want to save the rest for later. Try not to get too distracted thinking about riding my cock in class.”

He tosses me my top but holds on to my bra.

“You can change at home. I’m keeping this.”

“What? Give me that back.” I snatch at it and he pulls it out of my reach.

“Okay, but I want a trade.”

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